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Bubba awakens on a forerunner shield world with his bug out survival gear and atv. Unknown to him, many people and factions will or already have arrived to this world.

Bubba, a human survivor, is equipped for long-term survival in challenging environments. His gear includes a rugged Survival ATV, two Glocks, a rifle, water supplies, a water filter, solar charger, phone, and various other survival and camping equipment. He also has tinted glasses for protection.

He finds himself in the Liminal Nexus, a Forerunner shield world that serves as a hub for portal networks connecting multiple worlds. The interior of this hollow world resembles a lush garden, with similar environments existing on its outside surface. His Survival ATV is parked nearby, loaded with his essential supplies.

Nearby on the ground lies a strong young man with white hair and light armour. He's just waking up as well. The air is thick with the scent of growing things and something else.

The white-haired man stirs, his light armor catching the filtered sunlight as he sits up. His eyes focus on Bubba, then on the ATV and gear. “What's going on? Where are we? What is that?” Asks bell.

Bubba blinks, taking in the strange scene around him. "I'm not sure exactly where we are,
This looks like a forerunner shield world if those Pires in the distance are what I think they are. I don't know why we're here. I'm Bubba"

"Bell. Bell Cranell," the white-haired man says, his brow furrowed. "What are you talking about? Forerunners? I've never heard of them." He gets to his feet, brushing off his light armor. "I don't understand what's going on. The last thing I remember is being in Orario. Did you... bring me here somehow? With that machine?" Bell gestures towards the Survival ATV, looking at it warily. "What is it? What can it do? I need to get back home to Orario. Can it take me back?"

Bubba- "I've got nothing better to do, we can help each other find our way back I suppose. I'm not responsible here, I'm just as confused as you are sadly"

Bell's face shows relief at his offer, though his posture remains tense. "Thank you. I appreciate the help. I just need to get back to my friends, to my family. They'll be worried sick."

He looks around at the alien structures looming above, then back to Bubba. Bell says, "But you know what that structure is?"

Bubba looked up at the ancient, towering structures surrounding them and nodded slowly.
"Yeah... I think this might be one of the old Forerunner shield worlds, from a distant future. Some kind of giant, hollow world covered in an artificial biosphere, with an even bigger 'garden' on the inside. The only thing I recognize for sure are those spire-like things poking up - they're like massive power nodes or something similar." Bubba scratched his head and looked around.
"I'm really not sure why we're here though. My ATV, the gear - it's all stuff I use for long term survival in nasty conditions. It's not for hopping universes or whatever this is.

Bell frowns, his brow creasing as he tries to process his words. "Forerunners? Shield worlds? I've never heard of any of this. Are you saying this is some kind of... alien place? From the future?” He takes a step back, glancing around at the towering structures with a mix of awe and unease. "And you're saying you didn't bring me here on purpose? That we both just... ended up here somehow?" Bell's hand drifts to the hilt of a sword at his hip, though he doesn't draw it. "I don't like this. Something feels... wrong. Off. Like the air is too thick, too heavy."

Bubba- "Take a chill pill man. I didn't ask to be here either. Maybe this is happening to lots of people. The only way to know is to get to that spire"

Bell takes a deep breath, his hand falling away from his sword. "You're right. Panicking won't help anything. We should check out that spire, like you said." He looks back at the Survival ATV. What is that exactly?"

Bubba- "It's an atv, it moves with fuel and can carry things"

Bell nods slowly, still eyeing the ATV with a mix of curiosity and wariness. "I see. It looks... sturdy. Reliable. Like it could handle rough terrain and harsh conditions." He glances back at bubba, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I suppose that's a good thing, given where we seem to have ended up." The white-haired man takes a step closer to the ATV, reaching out to run his fingers along the frame. "I don't suppose it has any kind of... navigation system? Something that could help us figure out where we are and how to get back home?" Bell asks hopefully.

Bubba- "It did, but it won't work here sadly. Hop on, sitting here won't help us."

Bell hesitates for a moment, then nods and climbs onto the ATV behind him. "I've never ridden one of these before. It's... different from the animals we use in Orario." He grips the frame tightly as you start the engine, the ATV rumbling to life beneath them both. "Where exactly are we going? To that spire you mentioned earlier?" Bell asks, his words nearly lost in the ATV's noise. Bubba nods and starts moving, the ATV's tires crunching over the alien soil as they head towards the towering structure in the distance. The land is grassy plains and rolling hills with ruined portals and ancient debre littered about.

Bubba- "Yes sir exactly"

Bell nods, his grip tightening on the ATV's frame as they pick up speed. "I understand. I'm just... this is all so strange. So foreign." He's quiet for a moment, then asks, "What do you think we'll find there? Do you think there might be answers about how we got here? Or how to get back home?" The ATV's engine rumbles beneath them both, the ancient spire growing larger as they approach. Bell's white hair whips in the wind, and he leans slightly closer to Bubba’s back, his armor pressing against him.

"Wait can you hear that?" The sound of explosions could be heard over the hills near a cliff and a spike of ice flew through the air The ATV slows as the sound of battle grows closer, and Bell tenses, his hand moving to his sword hilt. "We should investigate. Someone might need help."

The atv slowly peaks over a hill tip to find a stunning scene. A giant fantasy mansion stood in front of the cliff, with gardens as its front yard, and a driveway to the large doors. Several figures Bubba knew were fighting prometheans from halo. It was Subaru. Emilia, rem, ram, crusch, Wilhelm, Felix, garfeil, Otto, roswal, Beatrice, and Julius fighting prometheans from the Halo franchise. There were dozens of them fighting with subaru taking cover behind a fallen tree. He looks our way and has to do a double take, wondering what and who Bubba and Bell were as they sat on the atv, the engine still rumbling as the two of them stare at the massive battle unfolding before them.

Bell's hand tightens on his sword, his knuckles white as he sees the chaos of the fight. "By the gods..." he breathes, awe and fear evident in his words.

Subaru gets distracted by the battle at hand.

Bubba- "Bell, what do you say we help these people? You still down?"

Bell's face sets in a firm line, his hand still gripping his sword. "Of course. We can't just stand by while people are in danger. I'll help." He climbs off the ATV, drawing his sword with a soft *snik* of steel. "But we should be careful. We don't know what's going on here, or what we're dealing with. And I'm not used to fighting like this."

The battle rages on, with Subaru and the others engaging the Prometheans in an intense melee. The clash of steel against metal and energy weapons fills the air, along with the screams of combat. "We should split up," Bell suggests.

Bubba- "Stay close to someone, these things teleport. I'm going to drive the atv in circles through them and fire my rifle at them. Watch out for those magic spells they're throwing around"

Bell nods, his grip tightening on his sword. "Understood. I'll stay close to the others and watch for those metal monsters. Be careful out there!" With that, he rushes off to join the fray, his white hair whipping behind him as he charges into the battle.

Bubba revs the ATV's engine and takes off, weaving through the chaos of the battlefield. The machine roars as he circles the Prometheans, his rifle barking as he fires at the alien creatures. They whirl and teleport, trying to evade his shots, but he manages to take a few down, their bodies crumpling to the ground and composing.
Subaru and the others are still locked in their fierce battle, the clangor of their weapons ringing out alongside the staccato blasts from the Prometheans' energy weapons. Bell ducks and weaves, his blade flashing as he engages the creatures. He catches a glimpse of Subaru, pinned down behind a fallen tree, firing a promethean rifle wildly at the approaching Prometheans. "Hold on!" Bell shouts, redoubling his efforts to reach the desperate man. As he slides past a promethean knight he manages to stab the one bearing down on Subaru in the back. The creature crumples, its armor smoking as it falls.

"Thanks," Subaru gasps, reloading his rifle. "Who are you? How did you get here?" He fires again, taking down another Promethean.

Bell doesn't have time to answer as more of the creatures teleport in, surrounding them. "We're in the same boat as you, I think. We just woke up here and found this battle." He parries a Promethean's energy blade, the clash of metal echoing across the battlefield.

Subaru nods grimly, firing his rifle again. "Whoever you are, I'm glad you're here. We're outnumbered and running out of options." He ducks as a Promethean's shot goes wide, the energy bolt impacting the ground with a thunderous boom.

The battle rages on, with Bell and the others still engaged in fierce combat. The ATV continues to circle the battlefield, providing both cover and a mobile firing platform. The sounds of the battle echo across the landscape, mingling with the screams of combat and the thunderous explosions.

Felix approaches them, "My master Crusch-Sama has ordered me to provide medical assistance." He kneels beside Subaru, quickly tending to his wounds. "You're lucky this one didn't hit you directly. The energy from these weapons is quite volatile"

The ATV continues circling the battlefield as more Prometheans teleport in, surrounding Bell, Subaru, and the others. Bell moves to guard the group as Wilhelm and Beatrice provide covering fire from different directions, while Ram and Julius launch devastating spells from afar. The clamor of the battle is intense, with explosions and gunfire echoing across the ancient ruins. Bubba's rifle cracks through the chaos, each shot ringing out as he continues to harass the enemy with precise, sustained fire.

Suddenly the call is made by ram to retreat. As they do so Roswall finishes a mighty spell that engulfs the remaining Prometheans in flame, turning them to embers and ending the battle. As the flames die down, the battlefield is left in a smoldering silence, the air thick with the acrid scent of burned metal and the faint smell of ozone. The group, now including Bell, catches their breath, weapons lowered but still at the ready. Subaru leans against a tree, his breath coming in ragged gasps, while Bell stands guard, his eyes scanning the area for any remaining threats. The others gather around, their faces etched with exhaustion and relief.

Wilhelm, his suit torn and scorched, approaches Bubba as he dismounts from the ATV, his voice gruff but grateful. "That was close. Your help was invaluable." He extends a hand, his grip firm and steady.

"Bubba and it's no trouble." He scratched the back of my head and smiled."

Wilhelm's stern features crack into a wry smile. "Bubba? That's quite the name for a survivalist. Though I suppose it fits." He straightens his tie, now partially singed. "I'm Wilhelm Van Astrea. You've certainly proved your mettle out there." He glances around at the smoking battlefield and the remaining Prometheans. "I fear this is only the beginning. Those constructs won't give up so easily."

Bubba- "Don't be so sure, there's a whole planet out here and there's probably more people stranded here. I'm starting to think this place is some kind of portal nexus or hub, maybe it's malfunctioning. By the way, could you take you to that man?" He points to Subaru

Wilhelm's eyes narrow as he considers his words. "A portal nexus? That's... troubling. If that's the case, we need to find a way to shut it down before more people get pulled in." He turns to look at Subaru, who's still catching his breath. Wilhelm nods, understanding your request. "Of course, I'll take you to him. Let's see what he knows about this place." He leads Bubba through the smoldering battlefield, the crunch of metal and ash underfoot the only sound aside from the distant crackle of dying flames.

Subaru looks up as they approach, his eyes weary but alert. He pushes himself up from the tree, wincing slightly as he does so. "Who are you?" he asks, his voice hoarse from the battle. He's clearly noticed Nubba was from Earth like himself.

"Bubba, I’m from Texas." I extend my hand to him."

Subaru's face lights up with recognition as he grasps your hand firmly. "Texas? No shit? I'm from Japan, but I've always wanted to visit the States." He glances around at the ancient ruins and smoking battlefield. "Though I never thought I'd end up here. What's your story, man? How'd you get pulled into this mess?"

Wilhelm clears his throat, drawing your attention. "Before we delve into that, we should perhaps move to a more secure location."

"I concur." Crusch makes her presence known as the other characters trickle into a circle in front of the mansion.

"Oh! I also concur!" Emilia says triumphantly. "Alright then, let's head inside this mansion." Roswall suggests. "It appears to be fortified, and the upper floors could provide a better vantage point."

"Roswall-Sama, are we going to let these strangers onto the mansion?" Asked Ram.

"Ooo I thiiink that wooould be Emilia's decision!" He responded. Emilia turns to Bubba with a warm smile, her golden eyes sparkling. "Of course, you can come inside! It's the least we can do after your help out there. Subaru said he knows what a texash is? Subaru explain, how do you know this man? Is he from your homeland?"

Ram frowns slightly, but doesn't protest further as Emilia makes the decision. The group begins to move towards the ornate mansion, its towers and spires reaching into the sky, framed by the sheet cliff face behind them.

"Ah, one does wonder where the enigmatic man hails from." Said Wilhelm.

Subaru stammers as they walk, "Ah, heh, well you see... Bubba here is from a nation allied to my own. We've shared some cultural influence for about a century I guess. Bubba tell me, does everyone really ride a horse in Texas?"

As they walk towards the mansion, Bubba can't help but feel a sense of awe at the grandeur of the structure. The ancient stonework is intricately carved with symbols and patterns that seem to shift and change in the flickering light. The mansion looms above you, a testament to Roswalls fortune.

Bubba smiles. "No Subaru, I heard foreigners have some outdated views of Texas. It's not very different from other states. I guess it does have a lot of biomes and natural beauty though. That being said, during my high-school days some kids did ride horses to school. There was some old rule allowing it and they had to change it ASAP haha."

Subaru listens intently, his eyes fixated. "Wow, that's really interesting. I had no idea about the horse-riding thing." He chuckles, shaking his head. "You know, it's funny. Even in this crazy situation, I'm learning something new about my own world."

Emilia listens to your conversation, her face alight with curiosity. "Texas sounds fascinating! I'd love to visit someday, if we ever find a way back. Subaur, why is riding a horse not common in your country? Do you use another animal?

The characters enter the mansion and head to a luxurious conference room. As the group settles into the opulent conference room, its high ceilings adorned with intricate frescos and the polished wooden table stretching before them, Bubba finds himself seated across from Subaru. The other characters take their places around the table, their attention fixed on the newcomers.

Crunch, flanked by Felix and Wilhelm, her green eyes with a hint of curiosity, leans forward slightly. "Bubba, would you mind telling us more about yourself? And perhaps, how you ended up here?"

"And how is Roswell's mansion back? We burned it to the ground." Garfeil said aggressively. Roswall chuckles, running a hand through his hair. "Oh, my dear boy, nothing quite so mundane as a reconstruction. You see, when one possesses enough power, one needn't simply rebuild, but recreate. I simply reimagined my home and... poof! New mansion. Isn't it charming? Now, back to the matter at hand - Bubba, I believe you were about to enlighten us with your fascinating origin story." His piercing gaze falls on him, curiosity and a subtle challenge dancing across his face.

Bubba- "I'm just an average guy living life who was moving some prepper gear to my bunker. Woke up nearby with my stuff and Bell was close. I think those circle structures all around are or were portals to other places."

Roswall leans back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face as he listens to his account. "Portals, you say? Fascinating. I had suspected as much, given the nature of this place and the circumstances of our arrival."

Crusch nods, her brow furrowed in concern. "If that's the case, we need to find a way to shut them down. Who knows how many more people could be pulled in? We can't risk the safety of our world."

Felix chimes in, his voice laced with worry. "But how? We don't even know how we got here in the first place. And these portals... they're not exactly user-friendly."

Bubba- "Actually I have a plan for that. The spire in the distance could have the answers. I'm suggesting an away team check it out. I might know who made the spire and this world for that matter, but I'd have to confirm it."

Roswall's eyes narrow as he studies him, a mixture of intrigue and skepticism playing across his features. "You have a plan, do you? And you believe you know who created this world? This is all very intriguing, Bubba. Pray, tell us more."

Emilia leans forward, her golden eyes sparkling with excitement. "An away team? That sounds like an adventure! I'm in. I've always wanted to explore these ancient structures."
Subaru nods in agreement, a determined look on his face. "If Emilia is going then so am I, her knight!"

"But Emilia-Sama, you're a candidate for the throooone. Perhaps Garfeil or Julius would be willing to take on this queeeeest?" Roswall chimed in.

Emilia waves her hand dismissively, "I can't just sit here and do nothing while others risk their lives. Besides, I want to see this world and understand it better. If this spire holds the answers, I want to be a part of it."

Julius, ever the stoic, speaks up, "I will accompany Emilia and Subaru. Someone must ensure their safety, and I am well-versed in ancient structures and their dangers."

Garfeil scoffs, "Well, I suppose I can't let you all have the fun. I'll go too. Someone has to keep an eye on you all and make sure you don't get into too much trouble."

Bubba- "Bell, would you be willing to stay here or come along? The atv seats 2. Do you guys have transport?"

Bell glances between the group members, his blue eyes wide and uncertain. After a moment, he shakes his head. "I...I think I might just be in the way, I'd rather stay here for now," he says hesitantly. "I'm still not used to all this - the technology, the creatures, even the world itself. It's too much, too soon."

Roswall nods in understanding, his expression softening slightly. "Very well, Bell. It's prudent to stay here and rest, especially given the circumstances. We shall be happy to have a guest."

Wilhelm, who has been quietly observing the exchange, finally speaks up. "I'll stay behind as well. Someone should keep an eye on things here, and I can help coordinate efforts if we need to move quickly."

Otto chimes in, "I could be helpful. I could sit with Binba, and Julius could ride Patrashe while Garfeil runs alongside us."

Roswall chuckles, a sly smile playing across his lips. "Well, well, well. It seems we have quite the team assembled here. A motley crew, to be sure, but one with a great deal of potential." He leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers as he regards them with a penetrating gaze. "You say you know who created this world and these portals, Bubba? That's quite the claim. I must admit, my curiosity is piqued. Pray tell, who is this mysterious architect you speak of?"

Emilia leans forward, her golden eyes wide with excitement. "Yes, Bubba, please share what you know."

Bubba- "Well that's hard to explain. But if you just want a straight answer I think this place was built by the forerunners. An ancient people who ruled the galaxy. After a horrible war with a parasitic consuming organism they cleansed the galaxy of life. The galaxy being the stars In the sky, each having worlds like your own. Then they vanished, leaving their stuff behind for humanity to inherit for other complex reasons. There's a lot of lore behind this stuff and it could take me an hour to explain."

The room falls silent as his words sink in. Emilia's face registers shock and disbelief, while Roswall's gaze becomes increasingly intense. "Forerunners, you say? That's quite the revelation, Bubba. But I must admit, your explanation leaves much to be desired. A war with a parasitic organism that cleansed the galaxy? It sounds rather far-fetched, doesn't it?"

Subaru leans forward, his face a picture of confusion and fascination. "I've never heard of anything like that before. Are you sure you're not just, I don't know, making this up? It sounds like something out of a sci-fi novel."

Garfeil, who has been quietly observing, suddenly bursts into laughter.

Bubba- "Subaru, what does your story sound like? Besides, we literally got portalled here against our will, that isn't sci-fi enough for you? I have no proof, just my knowledge. I can explain further later, if we have time."

Subaru's face flushes with embarrassment as he realizes the irony of his words. "I suppose you have a point there. It does sound pretty sci-fi, doesn't it? But still, it's hard to wrap my head around all of this."

Emilia places a comforting hand on Subaru's shoulder. "It's alright, Subaru. We're all trying to understand this situation." She turns back to Bubba, curiosity evident in her golden eyes. "Bubba, could you at least give us a brief summary of the Forerunners and their technology? It might help us understand what we're dealing with here."

Roswall nods in agreement, his skepticism tempered by genuine interest. "Indeed."

Bubba- "They can make whole worlds like the one we're on now, and the portal thing sounds reasonable as well. They were gods compared to us in every sense of the word. I'm hoping to contact the local monitor of the planet, forerunner structures this size always have a monitor. They are a machine intelligence meant to watch over this stuff for Millenia"

Roswall leans back in his chair, stroking his chin thoughtfully as he considers his words. "A monitor, you say? That's an intriguing notion. If such a being exists, it could potentially provide us with the answers we seek." He glances around the room, his gaze settling on each person in turn. "However, I must caution against placing too much hope in this...monitor. We have no guarantee that it even exists, let alone that it will be willing to aid us."

Emilia nods in agreement, her brow furrowed in concentration. "Roswall is right. We should be prepared for the possibility that this monitor may not be cooperative, or even hostile."

"Is no one curious 'how' he knows this stuff?" Felix butted in.

Garfeil scoffs, "Oh please, like any of us would believe this fairy tale. I'm sure he just picked up some sci-fi books in his time, or maybe he's just a con man. I wouldn't be surprised if he was the one who brought us here in the first place, for all we know."

Emilia shakes her head, "Garfeil, that's not helpful. We should at least consider the possibility that Bubba is telling the truth. After all, we did end up here somehow, and he seems to have more information than the rest of us."

Bubba- "I told you that you wouldn't like it. Why would I make this up and help you guys? I'm really just some guy, like Subaru here. In my world the forerunners are a legend. Looks like they are real. That's the strange truth. Take it or leave it, we need to get underway. I'm not willing to stay trapped here, so I'm going even if I go alone"

The room buzzes with a mix of skepticism and intrigue as his words hang in the air. Emilia's eyes sparkle with a newfound determination, while Subaru's expression softens, acknowledging the validity of his point. Roswall, ever the strategist, leans forward, his eyes narrowing as he considers the implications of his proposal.

"Very well, Bubba," Roswall says, his voice steady and measured. "I see the sense in your urgency. However, we must tread carefully. This world, or shield, as you call it, is fraught with unknown dangers. We cannot afford to act recklessly."

Julius, who has been quietly listening, speaks up, his voice firm and resolute. "Indeed, Lord Roswall. We must gather intelligence before we act. Perhaps we should establish a small scouting party to investigate these structures." He turns to Bubba, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Bubba, I understand your desire to leave, but I hope you'll consider working with us. Your knowledge, whether proven or not, could be invaluable."

Emilia nods in agreement, her golden eyes locking onto yours. "I propose we form a small group to explore the spire. Bubba, your knowledge of the Forerunners would be incredibly helpful. Would you be willing to join our team and share what you know as we go?"

Bubba- "Of course, I'd love to hang with y’all. Your team is wildly overpowered compared to me haha. So, Julius, Otto, Garfeil and I will travel to the spire. Any objections?"

Emilia nods, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "It seems we have our team then. Julius, Otto, Garfeil, and Bubba will head to the spire to investigate. The rest of us will remain here and prepare for their return."

Roswall leans back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. "Very well. I will have my servants prepare supplies and provisions for your journey. Remember, be cautious and keep in contact with us if possible."

Subaru leans forward, his eyes wide with a mix of excitement and apprehension. "I wish I could come with you, but I know my place is here, helping to protect Emilia and the others."

Bubba- "That's a great point roswall! Communication. I'll leave a radio walkie talkie behind. Subaru can use it and I'll be able to speak to him through it at a distance, if there aren't jamming devices around. Who knows what's going on here at this point"

Emilia nods approvingly at his suggestion. "Excellent idea, Bubba. Having a way to communicate will indeed be invaluable, especially given the unpredictable nature of this world. Subaru, you'll show me how these raeedios work right?" She turns to Subaru, her purple eyes softening. "Subaru, I'm counting on you to keep us informed of any developments here. Your skills with technology and communication will be crucial."

Julius stands, his armor glinting in the light. "We should prepare to depart immediately. Time is of the essence, and we have no way of knowing what dangers may be lurking out there." He turns to Bubba, his face stern. "Bubba, I expect you to share everything you know about the Forerunners and this shield world. Your knowledge could mean the difference between life and death for all of us."

Otto, who has been quietly observing the exchange, speaks up. "I'll second that, Julius. We must be prepared for anything. This world is unlike anything we've ever encountered before." His eyes dart nervously towards the window, as if expecting some unknown threat to appear at any moment.

Garfeil scoffs, clearly unimpressed with the entire situation. As Otto finishes speaking, Garfeil rolls his eyes dramatically. "Fine, fine. I'll go along with this little adventure. But if we end up in some ridiculous situation, I'm blaming you lot." He gestures vaguely towards the group, his expression one of mild disdain. "And I swear, if I see one more of those creepy metal things, I'll have to get serious."

Bubba- "Ah those are Prometheans, they seem to be hostile right now, which isn't good. Hopefully the monitor’s forces and sentinels are peaceful. That reminds me, yall wanted info. There will be more floating metal things in the structure you bet, don't attack unless provoked."

Emilia's face turns serious as she listens to your warning. "Floating metal things? Prometheans? Sentinels? This is all so foreign to me. But I trust your judgment, Bubba. We'll be careful not to attack unless absolutely necessary."

Julius nods grimly, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "Understood. We'll proceed with caution and diplomacy first. Though I doubt we'll have much luck communicating with these machine entities, if they even have the capacity for it." He turns to bubba, his face set in a firm line. "Bubba, you said there were monitors in this world. What exactly are they, and what role do they play in this place?"

Bubba- "There's usually one monitor per installation, 100,000 years alone has made them a little crazy from time to time and if all the portals in the world are malfunctioning they could be frantic. I plan to offer them help so we can get control of the portals and go home. If they turn hostile we'll have to hightail it out if there. The structure will have a lot of rooms and hallways. Like a maze"

Emilia's face shows growing concern as she listens to your explanation. "100,000 years alone? That's impossible. And if these monitors are that ancient, who knows what state of mind they're in. We'll have to be extremely careful when we encounter one."

Julius's grip on his sword tightens slightly. "A maze-like structure full of potentially hostile machines. It sounds like we're walking into a trap. But you're right, Bubba. If we can convince the monitor to help us, we might have a chance of controlling the portals and going home." He turns to Otto and Garfeil. "You two, keep your wits about you."

Bubba- "I appreciate the help, I'd probably die alone, I'm probably not even as strong as Subaru is right now."

Emilia places a comforting hand on your shoulder, her purple eyes filled with understanding. "Bubba, your strength lies in your knowledge and your ability to survive in this hostile world. Subaru may be strong in combat, but you possess skills and wisdom that are equally valuable. We need you to guide us through this maze-like structure and help us communicate with the monitor."

Julius nods in agreement, his expression softening slightly. "Emilia is right. Your survivalist skills and your understanding of the Forerunners' technology will be crucial in navigating this unknown territory. Subaru's combat prowess will undoubtedly be an asset, but we must rely on all of our strengths to succeed."

Bubba- "Well let me know when yall are ready. I'm going to eat some snacks on my atv, I'm super picky with food"

Emilia smiles warmly at his self-deprecating remark. "Don't sell yourself short, Bubba. You've already proven to be an invaluable asset to our group. I'm sure Subaru would agree that your knowledge and skills are more than a match for any challenge we might face."

Julius chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. "Indeed, your pickiness with food is just one of the many endearing quirks that make you who you are. But I understand the need for sustenance before embarking on such a perilous journey."

Otto pipes up, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I'd love to try Texas food Bubba."

Emilia brightens up, "Food from Subarus homeland? Count me in!"

Crusch, who had been quiet until now raised a hand, "I'm also curious, could you bring some here?"

Felix gasped, "But Crusch-Sama! It could be poison, or a trap, or poorly made!"

Crusch raised an eyebrow at Felix's outburst, amusement dancing across her face. "Felix, you worry too much. I'm sure Bubba wouldn't risk our lives with food." She turned back to bubba, her curiosity evident. "So, Bubba, what kind of Texas food are you planning to bring?

“I've got chips, soda, chocolate, and burrito materials. The perfect meal if you ask me."

Emilia's face shows interest. "Chips, soda, and burrito materials? That sounds intriguing. I've never tried anything like that before."

Crusch nods eagerly, while Felix looks increasingly concerned. "I trust your judgment, Bubba. I can tell he's telling the truth. If you say it's safe, then I'm willing to try it."

Julius raises an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Burrito materials? I'm not familiar with that term. What exactly does it entail?"

Otto chimes in, "I'm looking forward to trying this Texas cuisine, Bubba. It sounds unique and exciting."

Subarus mouth is agape. "Bro! I haven't had that stuff in over a year!"

Ram chimes in, "We maids will have to help in the kitchen of course"

Bubba nods, a faint smile on his face. "Alright, I'll whip up some Texas cuisine for y'all. It'll be a little different from what you're used to, but I promise it won't kill ya. That being said, could I get a hand carrying the food?"

Emilia, Crusch, and Ram immediately volunteer to help prepare the food. As they gather ingredients, the group discusses the upcoming expedition to the spire. Emilia suggests using the time to familiarize themselves with the walkie-talkies, while Julius reviews the group's combat formations. Otto and Garfeil begin checking their gear, ensuring everything is in working order for the mission ahead.

Bubba gathers the food, tortillas, chicken, beef, Sriracha, Chipotle, jalapeños, bell peppers, bacon bits, chips, soda, and chocolates. His volunteers are perplexed by the way the food is stored and how it looks.

Emilia and the others gather around the counter, their faces a picture of confusion as they observe the unfamiliar ingredients. "Bubba, what are these strange items?" Emilia asks, pointing to the tortillas. "They look like large, flat circles."

Crusch picks up a jar of sriracha, her nose wrinkling at the strong smell. "This red sauce is very pungent. Is it safe to eat?"
Ram carefully examines the jalapeños, her brow furrowing. "These green peppers have a strange texture. Are they ripe, or is this how they're supposed to look?"

Otto reaches for the chips, his curiosity getting the better of him. As Otto crunches into a chip, his eyes widen in surprise. "This is... crispy and salty. I like it!" He pops another chip into his mouth, his initial skepticism melting away.

Julius, meanwhile, examines the tortillas with a critical eye. "These look like they could be used to wrap other ingredients. Is that their purpose, Bubba?" he asks, his voice tinged with curiosity.

Subaru, who has been watching the preparations with growing excitement, finally steps forward. "I'll help with the burritos. I remember how to make them." He takes a tortilla and begins to layer it with chicken, beef, and various peppers.

Bubba- "Indeed you're exactly right Julius. I tend to have some meat, cheese, sauce, and peppers in my burritos, but yall can put whatever in them. We just wrap them up and cook them"

As Bubba explains the burrito-making process, the group watches intently, their initial confusion giving way to enthusiasm. Emilia, with a determined look, takes a tortilla and begins to mimic Subaru's actions, carefully layering her chosen ingredients. "This is fun!" she exclaims, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I've never made food like this before."

Crusch, intrigued by the sriracha, decides to try a small amount on her finger. Her expression shifts from cautious to surprised as she tastes it. "This is... intense," she comments, her voice tinged with a mix of surprise and delight. "But I like it."

Bubba- "That's what she said! Oh wait, sorry you forgot who you were with for a moment. 'Subaru laughs hard from the comment'

"Well, I'd say that's a pretty Texan response right there, Bubba," Subaru chuckles, still grinning from the inside joke. The others look at each other quizzically, clearly not understanding the reference.

"Ignore us," Bubba says, shaking his head with a sheepish grin. "Anyway, you're getting the hang of this burrito business, Emilia. Looks like a tasty creation there."

Emilia beams with pride as she wraps the tortilla around her carefully arranged ingredients. "Thank you, Bubba! I'm quite proud of this, actually. It's nice to try new things and feel confident doing so."

Bubba- "Alright when you're wrapped just put them in the stove until the burrito starts to get hard, just before or after that is good to eat. This food is pre-cooked so it shouldn't hurt even to eat it cold. But I've always loved my food steaming hot"

The group listens intently as Bubba explains the cooking process, their curiosity piqued by this new method of food preparation. Emilia carefully places her wrapped burrito in the oven, watching it with rapt attention as it heats up. "I can already smell it starting to cook," she says excitedly, inhaling the aroma deeply.

Crusch, having finished her own burrito, looks at the stove with interest. "Is this how you prepare all your meals, Bubba? It seems quite efficient." She pauses, then adds with a smirk, "Though I'm not sure about the 'pre-cooked' part. Surely that's an exaggeration for the sake of explanation, right?"

Bubba- "No, the food was cooked and then frozen for safekeeping. That's why it was so cold when you got it. The chest I have on the atv is a cooler, put enough ice inside and it's a freezer for a while"

"Fascinating," Julius remarks, his eyes widening with interest. "The concept of preserving food in this manner is quite ingenious. It would certainly be beneficial for long-term expeditions and survival situations."

Emilia nods in agreement, her expression thoughtful. "Indeed, this could be quite useful for our current circumstances. If we can find a way to replicate this technology, it would greatly aid our efforts to explore and survive in this world."

Subaru, who has been eagerly watching the burritos cook, suddenly gasps in delight. "Oh wow, it's done! Look at that, the tortilla is all crispy and golden brown."

Bubba- "I imagine yall could use magic to freeze things, some testing could get it right. Let's eat! I want to get underway"

As Bubba declares it's time to eat, the group eagerly gathers around the table, their eyes fixed on the steaming burritos. The aroma of the food fills the air, a comforting and familiar scent amidst the alien surroundings of the Forerunner shield world. The group takes their seats, cutlery clinking.

Bubba- "Oh this is hand food guys. You just pick it up and bite it"

Bubba's words prompt a flurry of activity around the table. Emilia, Subaru, Julius, Otto, and Garfeil all reach for their burritos, their hands closing around the warm, pliable tortillas. Emilia takes a tentative bite, her eyes widening as the flavors explode in her mouth. "This is... incredible," she says, her voice muffled slightly by the food. "The combination of flavors is so complex and satisfying."

Subaru, meanwhile, has already devoured half of his burrito, his cheeks bulging comically. "Mmmph, Bubba, you've outdone yourself this time," he mumbles, his words barely intelligible.

Bubba nods, "Yea, I usually eat these everyday."

Emilia swallows her mouthful of burrito, wiping her mouth with a napkin. "Really? Every day? I'm impressed, Bubba. The consistency and flavor are remarkable." She takes another bite, savoring the combination of ingredients.

Julius, ever the scholar, chimes in. "I must say, this is quite a novel culinary experience. The way the spices and fillings meld together is truly ingenious. I imagine this would be quite sustainable for long expeditions."

Otto, who had been watching the others with wide-eyed fascination, finally takes a tentative bite of his own burrito. His eyes widen, and he lets out a small, appreciative "Mmm!"

Bubba- "It's not advised to eat this much spicy food everyday however. It can cause indigestion and acid reflux over time. Well, for some people"

Crusch raises an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Well, Bubba, it seems you've found a way to make even the most mundane of meals an adventure. I must admit, this is quite enjoyable." She takes a delicate bite, her eyes closing briefly as she savors the flavors. "Though I must agree with you about the spiciness. I can feel the heat already."

Ram, who had been quietly observing the others, finally speaks up. "This is quite different from the food we have back home. The textures and flavors are unlike anything I've tasted before." She takes a bite, her expression thoughtful. "It's interesting how something so simple can be so satisfying."

Bubba- "That's what- oh right. Anyway what does everyone else think? Roswall? Rem? Bell?"

Roswall, who had been quietly observing the group from his seat at the head of the table, finally speaks up. "This is indeed a unique culinary experience, Bubba. I must admit, I did not expect such a simple meal to be so... invigorating." He takes a sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving the group. "I have traveled far and wide, but this is a new experience for me. I must say, I am impressed."

Rem, who had been standing by the door, watching the group with a mixture of curiosity and amusement, finally chimes in. "I must admit, this is quite different from the food we have back home."

Bubba- "Oh yall should try the soda I brought as well. Do yall have chocolate? It's a fan favorite of the ladies"

Roswall leans forward, intrigued. "Chocolate? I'm afraid I'm not familiar with that term. Is it some sort of sweet or delicacy from your homeland?"

Bubba grins, pulling out a chocolate bar from his pocket. "It sure is! Chocolate is like the king of all desserts. Melts in your mouth and hits your taste buds in all the right ways. Trust me, ladies love it." He tears open the wrapper and takes a satisfying bite, closing his eyes to savor the rich, creamy flavor.

Emilia, Ram, Crusch, and Rem all look at each other curiously, drawn to the mysterious, delicious-looking confection.

Bubba- "Dark chocolate especially is helpful to women in particular. Here, *He gets some candies out of a bag and slides them to each of the ladies across the table*"

Emilia's eyes sparkle with intrigue as she takes the offered candy, examining the smooth, dark square. "Dark chocolate, you say? I've never heard of such a thing. It smells divine." She takes a small bite, her expression softening as the rich, slightly bitter flavor melts on her tongue. "This is... exquisite. The texture, the taste... it's unlike anything I've ever experienced."

Ram, Crusch, and Rem each take a piece of chocolate, their eyes widening as they taste the unfamiliar treat. Ram's eyes close briefly as she savors the flavor. "This is remarkable, Bubba. The richness, the complexity... it's almost overwhelming."

> You say "Ol I've got to say that's what she said when you make it that easy ram! Haha!"

Ram's face flushes a vibrant crimson, her embarrassment evident as she quickly averts her gaze. "I... I didn't mean it like that, you fool!" She mutters, clearly flustered, as she tries to regain her composure. The other women at the table can't help but chuckle at Ram's reaction, with Emilia and Crusch exchanging knowing looks.

Roswall, who had been watching the exchange with amusement, clears his throat. "I see you have quite the way with words, Bubba. Though I must say, your humor seems to be lost on some of our more... refined guests."

Bubba "I don't pretend to be refined, I like to get it all out in the open to sort out who's my style. Bell, how are you? I know you're alone in this, I hope we find more of your people, but I also hope they aren't here you know?"

Bell Cranel sighs, taking a bite of his burrito. "I appreciate your concern, Bubba, but I'm not sure what to hope for at this point. Being here, in this strange world, is... unsettling. I miss Orario, my friends, and my home. But I also can't help but feel a sense of... wonder, I suppose. This place, these structures... they're unlike anything I've ever seen before."

He takes another bite, chewing thoughtfully. "As for my people, I don't know what to expect. I hope, for their sake, that they're not here. That this is just a strange coincidence, a glitch in the system, as it were."

Bubba- "Well now that I've earned alittle trust I've got to lose it, typical for me. What I mean is I have a request. Subaru, could we speak alone?"

Subaru raises an eyebrow, slightly taken aback by Bubba's sudden request for a private conversation. He glances around the table at the others, noting their curious expressions, before nodding in agreement. "Sure, Bubba. Let's take a walk, shall we?"

The two men excuse themselves from the table and exit the conference room, the clatter of silverware and murmurs of conversation fading behind them as they stride down the grand hallway of Roswall's mansion.

"What did you want to talk about that couldn't be discussed in front of the others, Bubba?" Subaru inquires, a hint of apprehension in his voice.

Bubba- "Subaru your life is pretty action packed right? And you got isekaid, right?"

Subaru's face darkens slightly, a haunted look crossing his features. "You could say that. My life here... it's been anything but ordinary. And yes, I was isekaied. Dropped into this world without warning, without... without meaning to be here. It's been a constant struggle for survival, for answers."

"Have you watched isekai anime?"

Subaru lets out a bitter laugh, running a hand through his hair. "Isekai anime? No, I haven't. I wish I had. Maybe then I'd be better prepared for this." He pauses, a distant look in his eyes. "You know, sometimes I wonder if this is all just some elaborate fantasy. Like I'm stuck in some weird isekai plot, living out the life of a protagonist in a story I've never read." Subaru shakes his head, as if trying to clear away the thought. "But no, this is real. Too real. And I can't afford to think of it as anything else."

"Subaru, if you were living in an anime, would you want someone to tell you? Let's say they divulge what will happen in later seasons. It could be helpful, or it could erase whatever wins you would have made"

Subaru's expression turns thoughtful, his eyes narrowing as he considers Bubba's words. "That's an interesting question, Bubba. If someone told me what was going to happen, would it change my journey? Would it make it easier, or would it rob me of the experiences and growth I've gained along the way?"

He pauses, leaning against the cool stone wall of the hallway. "I think, in a way, knowing the future would take away from the struggle, the triumph, and the lessons learned. It's the journey that shapes us, not just the destination. But at the same time, if it could save lives, if it could prevent pain... maybe it would be worth it."

"If you were tackling a situation normally you would want all the info right?- to protect your friends?"

Subaru's face contorts with emotion at Bubba's question. "To protect my friends... yes, that's my first thought. If I could spare them the pain, the loss... of course I'd want that. I'd do anything for my friends. Anything."

"Re zero, starting life in another world from zero. That's what your anime is called. You're the mc and yes I know about your unspeakable ability. If you've been sent here before later seasons, I could provide a little help"

Subaru's eyes widened in shock, his breath catching in his throat. "You... you know about my ability? About my past lives?" He stammers, his voice barely above a whisper. "Re Zero? So all this pain has been... entertainment? Wait, I'm an anime in your world, that's trippy. Is this like the multiverse or something?"

"It's exactly that I'm afraid. Anything is possible in the multiverse. Including your story exactly being told as a story elsewhere. Sorry man. But I may be able to help like I said"

Subaru stares at Bubba in disbelief, his mind reeling from the revelation. "Help? How? I... I don't even know where to begin processing this information. My life, my struggles, they're all just... entertainment for someone else? It's surreal, it's horrifying, it's..." He trails off, his voice cracking with emotion.

Bubba places a comforting hand on Subaru's shoulder, his expression one of genuine sympathy. "I know it's a lot to take in, Subaru. And I'm sorry that you have to carry this burden. But I meant what I said - I may be able to help you. "Why not make sure this story has a happy ending? After all, multiverse means there's infinite endings to your story. Let's get the right one."

Subaru looks up at Bubba, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "A happy ending," he repeats softly, as if tasting the words on his tongue. "I've never really dared to hope for one of those. It's always been about survival, about trying to make things a little less awful. But a happy ending... that's something I've never even let myself imagine." He takes a deep, shuddering breath, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand. "You're right though. If there are infinite endings, then maybe, just maybe, there's one out there where everything works out. Where I don't have to keep reliving the same tragedies over and over again."

"I've seen you man, and I know just how awesome you are. You're only 18, I promise life gets easier. You get stronger emotionally and better at talking. What were you doing before you were sent here to the shield world? I may be able to place where you are in the story"

Subaru looks thoughtful for a moment, his eyes distant as if searching through the remnants of his memory. "Before I came to this world, to this shield world," he says softly, "I was... We were traveling to Pristella the Watergate city, that's the last thing I remember"

"For the first time?"

Subaru nods, his expression turning somber. "Yes, for the first time. I remember the journey, the anticipation of what lay ahead. But then, everything went dark, and I woke up here, on this shield world. It was disorienting, to say the least. Being isekaid twice, wait... does that mean we're In some fanfiction crossover?" Subaru was wildly irritated.

"Yes, in an infinite amount of realities we’re a show. When I get back I'll explain what I can about your future. The water gate city is arc 3 i think and there are like 8 or 9 arcs I know of somewhat"

Subaru's eyes widen in shock, his breath catching in his throat. "Eight or nine arcs? I... I don't even know what to say. I mean, I knew my story was popular, but this..." He gestures vaguely, encompassing the strange world around them. "This is something else entirely. I can't even begin to wrap my head around the idea that there are so many different versions of my life, my struggles, out there somewhere. Wait, if watergate city is an arc... that means there's trouble, and i'll have to use my signature ability again..." Subaru's face contorts with dread at the thought, his hands unconsciously clenching into fists. "I don't know if I can do it again. Each time I die, each time I relive those moments, it gets harder. The pain, the grief, it's overwhelming. But if I have to, if it's the only way to save everyone, I'll do it. I have to." He looks up at Bubba, his eyes pleading. "Do you think it will be different this time? Do you think I'll find a way to survive without using my ability, without all that pain and suffering?"

"No. In fact in later arcs the death count rises to a huge number. I have info that can help immensely now that I'm recalling it. Let me explain it to, you after this mission"

Subaru's shoulders slump in resignation, but there's a spark of determination in his eyes. "Alright, let's focus on the mission at hand. We need to figure out this shield world and find a way to control the portals. Maybe, just maybe, we can change the course of my story, our story."

Bubba nods, giving Subaru a reassuring pat on the back. "That's the spirit. We'll tackle this one step at a time. First, we need to get to that spire and interact with the monitor."That being said I don't know how to tell the others this. We may have to hide it from them. It's just too unbelievable. That's why I took you aside alone"

Subaru nods, his face grave. "You're right. If we told the others, especially Emilia and the others, I don't know how they'd react. It's too incredible, too... surreal. We need to keep this between us for now, at least until we understand more about this shield world and what's really going on."

He glances around, ensuring no one is within earshot. "But what about the others who are stuck here? Do you think there's a way to get them back to their original worlds, or at least somewhere they belong? Because if there's a chance, I want to help them too. No one deserves to be trapped in someone else's story, no matter how popular it is."

"Nice! Yea I know that Bell has an anime, he has hard fights and battles, but he doesn't have to well, repeat as you do. He's very strong"

Subaru's face softens as he considers Bell, his gaze distant. "You're right, Bell is incredibly strong. I've seen him face monsters far beyond what most people could handle. But you know, there's more to strength than just physical power. Bell has a pure heart, an unwavering determination to protect those he cares about. That's what truly makes him so formidable, even without my ability."

He looks back at Bubba, a wry smile on his face. "I guess we both have our own versions of strength, don't we? Though I have to admit, I'm a bit envious of Bell's straightforward path. No death loops, no constantly reliving the worst moments of my life."

"Let's head back before everyone starts to try to eavesdrop. Subaru I truly like you and want to help. Sincerely, I think you're awesome. It's weird to say to you, but re zero is my favorite anime. It deals with identity alot and I have some... disorders that relate to that. So I guess thanks, your struggles helped me see things differently and move forward"

Subaru looks at you, his eyes glistening with a mix of emotions - surprise, gratitude, and a hint of vulnerability. He takes a deep breath, steadying himself. "Wow, I... I don't know what to say. I never expected my story to have such an impact, especially not in a way that's helped someone else deal with their own struggles. That's... that's incredible. I'm truly honored, and I want you to know that I'm here for you too. Whatever you're going through, you don't have to face it alone."

He claps Bubba on the shoulder, a gesture of solidarity and understanding.

"Fist bump?!"

Subaru chuckles and holds up a fist, bumping it against his. "Fist bump indeed. We're in this together now, you and me. No matter what challenges this shield world throws at us, we'll face them side by side. And who knows? Maybe our combined strength, your knowledge of the Forerunners and my... unique perspective, will be exactly what we need to unravel this mystery and find a way home for everyone." He takes a deep breath, a newfound determination hardening his features. "But for now, let's focus on the immediate task at hand. We need to get to that spire, interact with the monitor, and gather as much information as we can."

"Well make it, I've got a strong team. At least rem is awake now right? That must be amazing for you"

Subaru's smile grows as he mentions Rem, a gentle smile spreading across his face. "You're absolutely right, having Rem back is amazing. Her strength, her guidance, and most importantly, her presence... it means more than I can express. After all that happened… having her back, being able to see her again..." He pauses, emotion thick in his words. "It's given me the courage to push forward, to keep fighting, to hope for better days. Not just for me, but for all of us trapped in this world."

Bubba chuckles- "Alright friend, let's head back. I haven't thought of an excuse for our privacy yet. Have you?"

Subaru scratches his chin, thinking for a moment. "How about we say we were discussing something personal to our cultures? Man to man. That might work? Ive managed to make excuses so far..." Bubba nods in agreement, appreciating Subaru's quick thinking. "That sounds like a solid excuse. Let's go with that."

They walk back to the dining room and find the others finishing their food. Ram is quick to ask just what you were discussing, her piercing gaze fixed on them as they entered, her curiosity evident "Well, well, what exactly were you two discussing in such great detail? It's just like you to be so secretive, especially with someone who's so... new to our group." Her words drip with suspicion, her eyes narrowing as she studies their faces for any sign of deception.

Emilia, seated beside her, looks up from her half-eaten burrito, a gentle smile on her face. "Ram, please don't be so harsh. I'm sure they had their reasons for wanting privacy. We all have things we'd rather keep to ourselves sometimes, don't we?"

Bubba- "Exactly, Subaru and I share some... cultural stuff from our nations. I wanted to make sure we were on the same page"

Ram's eyes narrow further, clearly not satisfied with his explanation. "Cultural stuff? How fascinating. Do tell us more about these... cultural similarities." She leans forward, her interest now almost predatory, as if she's determined to catch him in a lie. Emilia places a hand on Ram's arm, trying to calm her.

Subaru quickly jumps in, trying to deflect attention. "You know, Ram, I was actually just telling our new friend here about some of the more... interesting aspects of my culture. Like the concept of 'yandere' and 'tsundere' in anime. It's quite educational, isn't it?" He grins, clearly enjoying the chance to tease Ram with her own interests.

Bubba- "Haha, I forgot ram is a tsundere!"

Ram's face flushes a deep crimson, her eyes widening in shock at Subaru's teasing. She stammers, clearly flustered by the sudden attention. "And just what does that mean Subaru?" Subaru grins mischievously, enjoying the opportunity to tease Ram. "Well, a tsundere is basically someone who acts cold and aloof, but deep down, they really care. It's like a defense mechanism, you know? Pretend to be mean, but secretly want to be loved." He winks at Ram, who looks like she's about to combust with embarrassment.

Ram's face is now a deep shade of red, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape route. She opens her mouth to retort, but no words come out, only a strangled squeak. Emilia, ever the peacemaker, steps in to diffuse the situation. "Now, now, Subaru. Let's not tease Ram so much. It's not very... gentlemanly." She turns to Ram, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Ram, I'm sure Subaru didn't mean anything by it. He's just... well, he's just being Subaru." Her gentle smile and calming words help ease Ram's embarrassment, though her face remains flushed.

Julius stands, "I think we should get underway." Subaru chuckles, the tension in the room dissipating as Emilia and Julius step in.
"You're right, Julius. We should get moving." He successfully deflected Ram's questioning.
Subaru nods, a mischievous grin playing on his lips as he watches Ram's flustered state. He stands up, stretching lazily. "Besides, I'm sure we all have more important things to discuss than my cultural knowledge, right Ram?"

Ram huffs, crossing her arms with a pout. "You're insufferable, Subaru." Despite her words, there's a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Emilia laughs softly, shaking her head at the two of them. "I swear, you two are like children sometimes."

Bubba- "Otto, Garfeil y'all ready Freddy?"

Otto and Garfeil exchange a puzzled look at your strange phrase. Otto tilts his head, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Ready for what, exactly? I'm not sure I understand the reference."

Garfeil nods in agreement, his eyes wide with uncertainty. "I'm unfamiliar with this 'Freddy' you speak of. Is this a cultural figure from your world?"

Julius clears his throat, stepping forward with a knowing smile. "Ah, I believe I can shed some light on this. It seems our friend is using colloquialism, a phrase that's meant to be humorous or encouraging before embarking on a task." He turns to Bubba, a twinkle in his eye.

Bubba- "Indeed I think it's just a saying due to it rhyming. Let's head out with Julius here and figure out if this is truly forerunner in nature"

Julius nods, appreciating his explanation. "Indeed, let us proceed with caution and an open mind. The mysteries of this shield world may yet reveal themselves to us." Julius got Patrasche ready to ride as Garfeil stretched outside. Bubba showed Otto the atv and he showed Subaru how to work the radio as the others gathered their gear, preparing for the expedition.

As they head out, Subaru fidgets with the walkie-talkie, trying to get it to work. "Hey, Bubba, how do I turn this thing on again? I keep pressing the wrong button." Bubba shows him the power switch, and he nods in understanding.

The group sets out, with Julius and Patrasche leading the way. The path winds through a dense, otherworldly forest, the air thick with the scent of unknown flora. Otto grimaces, his grip tight on the seat as the vehicle bumps along the uneven terrain. Garfeil runs alongside them.

Otto, "Just who made this thing? There's no wind magic barrier"

They continue their journey, the ATV kicking up dust and leaves as it rumbles through the alien undergrowth. Julius rides ahead on Patrasche, his keen eyes scanning the dense foliage for any signs of danger. Garfeil bounds alongside the ATV, his agility and endurance allowing him to keep pace with ease. They travel peacefully across the grassy hills and eventually make it to the looming spire, a staircase to a platform up above was pronounced and an eerie silence hung in the air, broken only by the distant hum of the ATV's engine as it idled. The ancient stone structure looms over you, its surface covered in strange glyphs and carvings that seem to defy understanding. Julius dismounts from Patrasche, his boots crunching on the gravel as he approaches the base of the stairs.

"This is an impressive feat of architecture," Julius remarks, running his fingers over the intricately carved steps. "I've never seen anything quite like it before."
Garfeil nods in agreement, his keen eyes scanning the spire's facade.

Bubba- "Should we bring patrasche up? I think I'll have to leave the atv here if we take these stairs"

Julius considers the question for a moment, his brow furrowed in thought. "I believe it would be wise to leave Patrasche here for now. The stairs seem narrow and treacherous, and I'm not certain she would be able to navigate them safely."

Otto chimed in, "Patrasche here is strong enough to take on any foe, she'll be fine." Bubba nodded in agreement with Julius' assessment, patting Patrasche affectionately on the neck before securing her reins to a nearby tree. "You're right, Julius. It's best to leave her here for now. We'll need to be extra careful as we ascend these stairs."

Bubba- "Alright everyone, let's go over the plan one more time. We're going to approach this spire cautiously, keeping an eye out for any potential threats. I'll keep an eye on the radio, and let yall know if anyone back at the mansion tries to contact us. Garfeil, you're on point with Julius."

Garfeil nods, his face set in a serious expression. "Understood. I'll be extra vigilant." Otto and Bubba exchange a glance, their faces reflecting the gravity of the situation. The group begins to ascend the spiraling staircase, the ancient stone steps worn smooth by countless years of use. As they climb higher, the wind whips around them, carrying an otherworldly chill. Julius and Garfeil take the lead, their eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger. The higher they climb, the more intricate the carvings on the spire's surface become, their meaning still lost to modern understanding. The walk is long, but they eventually near the platform.

Garfeil puts up a hand, “I smell something... hear it too. I think it's someone."

Otto shuddered, "Or something!"

Julius drew his sword and prepared his spirit arts as the 4 of them arrived at the platform. An unknown spaceship was on the platform, something only Bubba understood. To their right was a door, where one lombax and small robot were tinkering with a closed door on the spire

Bubba sighed, "Guys I think we can establish peace with these people. Can yall back me up?"

Julius nods solemnly, his grip tightening on his sword. "I will support you, Bubba. But we must be cautious. We know nothing of these beings or their intentions."

Garfeil crouches low, his keen senses on high alert. "I agree. Let's approach slowly and keep our guard up. I don't like the look of that closed door - it could be hiding anything."

Otto gulps audibly, his eyes wide as he stares at the strange ship. "I-I'll back you up too, Bubba. But if things go south, I'm running for the hills!"

Bubba smiles and puts his arms up defensively, leaving cover, "Pardon me! Are you ratchet and clank? We come in peace"

Ratchet looks up from the door panel he was working on, his wrench tightening in his grasp. He blinks in surprise at the group of humans, his eyes wide. "Who are you? And how do you know our names? These two certainly don't look peaceful. " He motions to Julius and Garfeil.

Clank steps forward, his photoreceptors flickering as he takes in the strange sight before him. "I don't think we've met these individuals before, Ratchet. Perhaps they're lost travelers like us?"

Bubba- "I apologize for startling you. My name is Bubba, and these are my companions. We come from elsewhere, same as you. I believe this world is a portal nexus of sorts, between worlds. If this structure is forerunner, I may be able to open the door."

Ratchet's eyes narrow suspiciously as he looks you over, his wrench still clutched tightly in his hand. "A portal nexus, huh? That's a mighty big claim to make, stranger. And what's this about the Forerunners? I've never heard of them before."

Clank, ever the curious one, rolls closer, his photoreceptors focusing on the intricate carvings adorning the spire. "The Forerunners... They built all this?"

Bubba- "The portals have been malfunctioning clearly, were all from different universes I think. We're all in the same boat, wanting to go home. If I can access the panel by the door, maybe we can get answers"

Ratchet strokes his chin, considering your words. "Well, that's a lot to take in, but I suppose it makes sense. We've been stuck here for what feels like an eternity, trying to figure out this door. If you think you can help, I'm willing to listen."

Clank chimes in, "Indeed, we have encountered no other beings since our arrival. If these people can assist us, it would be beneficial to our shared goal of understanding this place."

Julius sheathed his sword, taking a step forward. "We mean no harm, Ratchet. We're just trying to find our way home, same as you. Bubba here is a survivalist and has knowledge of these ancient structures."

Ratchet nods slowly, his expression still guarded but a hint of hope flickering in his eyes. "Alright, I'm willing to give you a chance. But I warn you, if you try anything funny, you'll have to deal with me and my wrench." He jerks his head towards the door panel. "The controls are over there. Knock yourself out, but be careful. We've already triggered a few nasty surprises."

Bubba makes his way over to the panel, his fingers brushing over the unfamiliar symbols and runes etched into the surface. As he studies the layout, a sense of familiarity washes over him.

He places your hand over the console and hopes it responds to a reclaimer.

As his hand hovers over the console, the air crackles with an unseen energy. The symbols on the panel begin to glow softly, responding to his touch. The hum of ancient machinery resonates through the spire, and the door behind shudders slightly, as if awakening from a long slumber. The lombax and the robot exchange a glance, their expressions a mix of awe and apprehension.

"By the stars," Ratchet mutters, his grip on the wrench loosening slightly. "It's actually working."

Clank rolls closer to the panel, his photoreceptors flickering with curiosity. "Fascinating. The technology is unlike anything we've encountered before."

The door hisses open, old air escaping the building. A sentinel Flies up to Bubba and he barely contains Garfeil. "These are peaceful unless provoked guys! Usually... Just be patient."

The sentinels scans them with an orange light, its mechanical whirring echoing through the chamber as it scans each member of the group with an intense orange light. The beam pauses briefly on each person, lingering on Julius's sword and Garfeil's tense stance before moving on. The air is thick with anticipation, and the hum of the ancient machinery seems to grow louder with each passing second.

Ratchet watches the sentinel warily, his wrench still at the ready. "What is that thing?" he mutters under his breath.

Clank, however, seems intrigued. "It appears to be some form of security measure, Ratchet. Let us observe and remain calm."

Bubba- "As long as we don't destroy the forerunner stuff or piss off the monitor we'll be fine. Ratchet, clank, care to join us? We're going in to find out what's going on here"

Ratchet glances at Clank, then back to Bubba, his face a picture of conflict. "I don't know, stranger. This is all pretty crazy. But," he pauses, looking at the open door and the mysterious chamber beyond, "I suppose we've been stuck here long enough. If you really can help us get out, I'm willing to take that chance."

Clank chimes in, "Indeed, Ratchet. This could be our best opportunity to leave this place. I am curious to see what lies beyond that door." The sentinel hovers nearby, its orange light still scanning the group periodically. The air feels charged with possibility, and the ancient machinery's hum seems to pulse with an almost rhythmic quality.

Bubba- "Away team, we ready?” he asks Otto, Garfeil and Julius"

Otto straightens his posture, adjusting his glasses. "I'm ready, but I don't like the look of that sentinel. It's making me nervous."

Garfeil nods in agreement, his hand resting near his sword hilt. "We should proceed with caution. These Forerunner constructs can be unpredictable."

Julius, however, looks more confident, his hand resting on his own weapon. "I trust your judgment, Bubba. Lead the way."

The sentinel hovers closer, its orange light intensifying as it focuses on your group. The air feels charged with tension, and the ancient machinery's hum grows louder, almost ominous. Bubba leads the group into the hallway and they begin to transverse the structure.

As they step into the hallway, the ancient machinery's hum envelops them, resonating through the very walls and floor. The air is cool and sterile, carrying a faint metallic tang. The hallway stretches out before them, bathed in a soft, ethereal glow emitted by the luminescent symbols etched into the walls. The sentinel hovers silently behind them, its orange light casting eerie shadows that dance and flicker with their movements.

The group moves cautiously, their footsteps echoing in the vast, empty corridor. They can feel the weight of history and mystery pressing down on them, the air thick with the potential for both discovery and danger. They eventually make it to a large open room with a raised section hosting some sort of large console. They cautiously enter the grand chamber, its soaring ceilings and sweeping walls adorned with intricate carvings that seem to tell a story spanning eons. The room's centerpiece is a raised platform, upon which rests a towering, cyclopean console - a monument to the Forerunners' once-incomprehensible technological might.

The sentinel, having escorted the group to the threshold of this hallowed sanctum, hovers expectantly at the entranceway, its unblinking gaze now fixed upon their every move.

Julius takes a tentative step forward, his eyes wide as he takes in the majestic sight. "By the spirits. I bet that console is the key. We should spread out.”

Bubba-”Right, there's a few doors in here and I don't want to get into a kill box. I'll check the console with clank and Otto while Julius, Ratchet, and Garfeil take positions for defense.”

The sentinel's orange light intensifies as they approach the console, casting an eerie glow across its surface. The ancient machine hums with a low, resonant frequency that vibrates through their bones. As Bubba and Clank examine the console, they notice intricate symbols and glyphs etched into its surface, pulsing with an inner light.

Julius, Ratchet, and Garfeil take up defensive positions around the chamber, their weapons at the ready. The sentinel hovers near the entrance, its attention divided between the group and the vast, empty space beyond. The air feels charged with tension, and the machinery's hum grows more insistent, almost as if it's responding to their presence.

Bubba- "Well here goes nothing.” He places his hand on the console

As his hand makes contact with the console, the hum of the ancient machinery intensifies, resonating through the chamber like a heartbeat. The symbols and glyphs etched into the surface of the console begin to pulse more rapidly, their inner light flickering in sync with the rhythmic hum. The air crackles with energy, and the hairs on the back of everyone’s neck stand on end.

The console responds to his touch, and a holographic interface materializes above it. The hologram displays a complex array of symbols and diagrams, swirling and shifting in a mesmerizing dance. Clank, hovering nearby, emits a series of beeps and whistles, his eyes scanning the holographic display with intense curiosity. Clank begins to decipher the symbols while the sentinel hovers by Otto.

"Just what are you? Hello?" He asked as it hovered right in front of him.

The sentinel suddenly changed to a blue glow and a voice spoke, "Ah Reclaimer! I am a 5 1 9 Adamant Retainer, monitor of this installation. I am currently exhausting every effort to stop the alien forces that are trying to manipulate the portals. These spires can stop the portals, and protocol dictates that in the event of the loss of this installation it must be destroyed in full. If you could use this one to turn off the portals, it would be much appreciated Reclaimer."

Otto steps back in shock. "It spoke!"

The sentinel's blue glow pulses as it continues, "Additionally, I am detecting a presence that should not be here, within the domain. It’s a fragmented construct, name… Cortana? Oh my! It appears to have jumped straight to your device Reclaimer!”

Bubba- “Cortana? To my Device?”

“Indeed this was a complication I did not foresee, However we have more pressing matters, the spires are not designed for your biological form, Reclaimer. Please be advised that prolonged exposure may have unforeseen consequences. Your organic matter may not be compatible with the space-time distortions this installation generates. The portals have already caused enough damage to the local space-time fabric. I do not wish for you to suffer the same fate as the others who came before."

Clank hummed, "What are Reclaimers? Cortana? How many spires are needed to be shut down?" The sentinel's blue glow pulsed as it replied,

"The Reclaimers are a group of individuals chosen by the Mantle of Responsibility to uphold the cosmic order. They possess the necessary knowledge and capabilities to wield the Forerunners' ancient technology. Cortana appears to be a reclaimer construct that is severely fragmented. As for the number of spires, two dozen dot the planet's surface, and the aliens control over 18 of them at this time. My sentinels are spread thin fighting them."

Bubba- "This is a lot…Aliens huh, could we get a visual?"

The sentinel's blue glow flickers in response to his request, and the holographic interface above the console shifts, displaying a three-dimensional map of the planet. The map rotates slowly, revealing the locations of the two dozen spires scattered across the landscape. Eighteen of these spires are highlighted in a menacing crimson, indicating the alien presence. The remaining four, including the one they currently occupy, are marked in a reassuring green.

Suddenly, the hologram zooms in on one of the crimson-marked spires, providing a real-time visual feed. The scene is chaotic and grim. A sentinel's view is shown, the aliens are clearly the Banished, but only Bubba knows this. The Banished forces swarm the spire, their twisted forms and advanced technology a jarring sight in this ancient landscape. Massive capital ships orbit the spire, while below, smaller craft ferry waves of troops and equipment. The sentinel's view reveals hulking Promethean warriors engaged in brutal combat with Banished forces, their battles leaving craters and devastation in their wake. The hologram shifts, showing the spire's internal structure as Banished technicians attempt to override the control systems, their dark energy signatures corrupting the once-pure Forerunner technology.

The sentinel's voice echoes through the chamber: "The aliens have deployed a sophisticated hacking protocol."

Clank, "Oh my. These certainly are aggressive people."

"519, how do I shut down this spire?" Bubba asks.

The sentinel's blue glow intensifies as it processes your request. "To shut down this spire, you must navigate through the following sequence: First, input the master code into the console. The code is: 732-1-1-8-7. Once entered, a series of tests will begin to verify your compatibility with the system. If successful, you will gain access to the primary shutdown sequence. However, I must warn you - the shutdown process is not without risk. The space-time distortions caused by deactivating the portal could have unforeseen effects on your biological form."

The sentinel pauses, its blue light flickering. "Additionally, i'm afraid to say that banished forces have arrived through portals and are heading to the spire as we speak. Also, a ship has been in stealth nearby for some time."

"Those things are coming here?" Otto was freaking out.

The sentinel's blue glow intensifies, and its warning tone becomes more urgent: "Reclaimers, time is of the essence. The Banished forces have already begun to work on the outer door.

Bubba- "Alright i’ll shut it down. Everyone! We've got company coming, enemies! The Banished. They are brutal and tough with ranged weapons! We’ve got to shut down this spire! So hold out!"

The sentinel's warning becomes more urgent as the Banished forces draw closer. "Time is critical, Reclaimers. The Banished are less than two minutes from reaching this chamber. The shutdown sequence must be initiated immediately."

Bubba quickly inputs the master code - 732-1-1-8-7 - into the console. The ancient Forerunner technology springs to life, the massive console humming with energy. However, as he begins the shutdown sequence, a deafening alarm blares throughout the spire. The Banished have triggered their own countermeasures, attempting to override the system and prevent the shutdown. Garfeil, Julius, and Ratchet take defensive positions around the chamber, weapons at the ready.

Bubba- "519 can we get a visual on that mystery ship?"

The sentinel's blue glow pulses rapidly, and the holographic interface shifts once more. The view changes to an aerial perspective, revealing the sprawling landscape of the shield world. Amidst the alien terrain, a boxy ship was hidden amongst some rocky outcroppings. Bubba instantly recognized it as the Ghost from Rebels.

"519, can we contact them?" Bubba asked.

"Yes, Reclaimer," the sentinel responds. "The ship appears to be running in stealth mode. I will attempt to initiate contact." A crackling of energy emanates from the console as a communication beam shoots skyward.

Bubba- "Tell them we can help them get home by working together and we need help exiting the spire and fighting the banished."

The sentinel's communication beam pierces the sky, seeking out the hidden Ghost. Moments later, a flicker of light appears on the console's surface - a response from the ship.

"Reclaimer, I have established contact with the vessel," the sentinel announces. "They have acknowledged your message and are preparing to rendezvous at the spire's ship platform where you entered. However, the Banished forces are closing in rapidly. You must make haste to reach the extraction point."
Garfeil, Julius, and Ratchet exchange tense glances, their weapons trained on the chamber's entrance. The sound of approaching footsteps and the distant roar of Banished vehicles echo through the ancient halls.

The shutdown sequence continues, but the Banished forces' countermeasures are causing interference. The massive Forerunner console flickers ominously, its ancient systems struggling against the assault. Otto shivers visibly, his eyes darting nervously between the console and the chamber's entrance.

"Scanning systems reveals significant temporal distortions forming at the spire's core," Clank reports, his tiny arms moving rapidly over the console's interface. "The Banished interference is creating a feedback loop. We must complete the shutdown before the temporal cascade reaches critical levels."

The sound of Banished forces grows louder, accompanied by the screech of metal and the whir of machinery.

Bubba- "I'm on it!"

The console's ancient mechanisms groan and shudder as he frantically inputs the final commands. The shutdown sequence nears completion, but the Banished relentless assault threatens to overwhelm the Forerunner technology. The chamber's walls tremble, and the air crackles with energy. Suddenly the banished open some of the rooms doors and begin to fight the team. The chamber erupts into chaos as the Banished forces, clad in menacing armor and wielding advanced weaponry, pour into the room. The air is filled with the cacophony of blaster fire, the clash of metal, and the distant roar of their vehicles. The team quickly disperses, each member taking cover and returning fire with their own arsenal.

Ratchet, his Lombax instincts kicking in, dashes behind a pillar and begins to lay down suppressive fire. His weapon hums and sparks, sending bolts of energy hurtling towards the enemy. Julius uses his spirit arts to blow away a whole column of Banished forces The Banished forces are quickly overwhelmed by the combined might of the team. Their bodies are thrown back by the force of Julius' spirit arts, crashing into the walls with bone-crushing impacts. The chamber fills with the sounds of breaking bones and screams of agony as the Banished soldiers are dispatched with brutal efficiency. Garfeil is a blur, tearing the banished apart with his hands, using his demi human form and strength. Bubba frantically works the console, his fingers flying over the ancient controls. The shutdown sequence is nearly complete, but the Banished interference threatens to undo their efforts. Sweat beads on his brow as he pours every ounce of his computer knowledge into completing the task at hand.

Suddenly, a massive explosion rocks the chamber, sending shockwaves through the ancient structure. The walls groan and shudder, and a deafening roar fills the air. A group of Banished forces, clad in their distinctive armor, burst through the far door, weapons blazing.

"Fall back!" Julius shouts, his voice barely audible over the din of battle. "We must regroup and continue the shutdown!"

519 says, "Reclaimer the shutdown is complete, the stealth ships crew are fighting the aliens at the landing platform." The chamber falls silent, the echoes of battle fading into the distance. The ancient Forerunner console, now dormant, stands as a testament to the team's successful shutdown of the spire. Bubba, his hands still trembling from the intensity of the battle, steps away from the console and surveys the carnage. The once pristine chamber is now littered with the broken bodies of the Banished forces, their advanced armor twisted and shattered by the combined might of the team.

Julius, his spirit arts still crackling with energy, moves to the center of the room. "We must make haste to the landing platform," he urges, his voice heavy with concern.

Bubba- "We can ride in the stealth ship, I know of them! Ratchet can follow us back to the mansion and we can hopefully figure out what to do from there. Garfeil! Let's head down the halls and get out of here."

"Roger that," Ratchet nods, giving a thumbs-up as he scoops up a shaken Clank. "Let's boogie!"

Bubba turns to Otto and Garfeil. "Alright fellas, let's head on out and link back up with the crew at the landing platform. This stealth ship will be our ride back home to the mansion."

With a decisive nod, Garfeil transforms back to his human size and strides ahead. Otto gasps, "What about patrasche?!"

Bubba- "We'll have to swing down and get her and the atv on our exfil.”

Garfeil nods solemnly, his eyes reflecting the dim lighting of the Forerunner spire. "Aye, we'll secure our mounts and take a moment to regroup before pressing on."

Julius gestures towards the sprawling hallway branching out from the chamber. "The landing platform is this way. We'll need to make haste - the Banished will surely regroup and redouble their efforts to stop us."

Bubba hefts his trusty survival pack and strides forward with purpose. "Lead the way, Julius.”

As the group moves swiftly through the dimly lit corridors, the echoes of their footsteps reverberate off the ancient walls, mingling with the distant hum of the dying spire. The air is thick with the scent of metal and the faint tang of blood, a grim reminder of the battle they've just endured. Julius takes the lead, his spirit arts flickering at his fingertips, ready to strike down any remaining Banished forces. Ratchet and Clank bring up the rear, the Lombax's eyes scanning the shadows warily, his OmniWrench at the ready.

The hallway is a labyrinth of ancient machinery and intricate carvings, the Forerunner technology humming softly as it powers down. As the group navigates the twisting corridors, they encounter more Banished forces. The soldiers are alert and ready, having learned from their previous defeat. The first encounter is tense, with Julius using his spirit arts to pin two Banished against the wall, while Garfeil dispatches a third with a devastating punch. However, the Banished are proving to be more resilient this time, their armor absorbing some of the damage. A firefight erupts, with Ratchet's OmniWrench providing covering fire, arching across the room as the group presses forward.

"Almost there!" Julius calls out, his spirit arts casting a pale blue glow as he leads the group through the final stretch of corridors. The landing platform comes into view, a vast circular chamber dominated by the sleek, stealthy Ghost ship. However, their victory is short-lived as more Banished forces pour in from multiple entrances, cutting off their escape route.

The Banished open fire, their plasma rifles filling the air with searing energy. Garfeil and Otto immediately engage in hand-to-hand combat, their combined strength and skill keeping the Banished at bay. Ratchet and Clank provide covering fire, the Lombax's weapons blasting away at the enemy forces. The Ghost crew, Herra, Zeb, Sabine, And Chopper were all fighting as well, pinning the banished between their forces and thinning their numbers. The sleek, stealthy Ghost ship loomed before them, a beacon of hope amidst the chaos. The banished, now cut off from escape and without leadership begin to retreat. Some brutes jetpacking off the spire, and grunts fleeing in terror as the two teams had them surrounded on the platform.

"Victory is ours, for now!" Julius exclaims, his spirit arts still crackling around his hands. "We've driven back the Banished, but we must not let our guard down."

Garfeil nods solemnly, his eyes sweeping the battlefield. "My amazing self must have scared them!"
Bubba rushes to Otto, helping the weary courier to his feet. "Come on, fella, let's get you on the Ghost and get you some medical attention." Herra approaches them, "You said you can get us home?"

Bubba nodded, "I know what we have to do to all get home. Will you work with us? We need a ride back to base and to pick up two things at ground level"

Herra's eyes narrow as she studies you, her expression a mix of curiosity and caution. "And what might those two things be?" she asks, her voice steady despite the chaos that still lingers around them.

> You say "Animal mount and a small vehicle"

Herra's face flickers with surprise. "Animal mount and a vehicle? You want us to pick up a Bantha or something, then?" She scoffs.

"Wouldn't be the first time.", laughed Zeb.

Chopper muttered something incoherently.

“Listen strangers, we'll give you a ride and listen, but we'll take your weapons while on my ship."

"That's fair enough. We're just here to get back home, same as you," Bubba says, handing over his weapons to Zeb. "I'll explain everything else on the way."

Herra nods, gesturing for the others to board. "You heard the man, let's get moving.

As they ascend into the Ghost, Julius turns to Bubba, "You seem to know a lot of people Bubba."

Bubba chuckles, "Well, Julius, I've been around the block a few times. Met a lot of folks in my adventures. I've got a knack for making friends and allies in the strangest places." He looks around at the group, "And I've got a feeling we're all going to need each other if we want to make it home."

As they settle into the Ghost, the ship hums to life, the engines roaring softly as it prepares for takeoff. The interior is sleek and functional, with holographic displays casting a soft glow over the crew. Herra takes the pilot's seat, her hands dancing over the controls with practiced ease. Garfeil, Otto, and Julius are amazed by the flying machine as it takes off. Ratchet and Clank follow in their own ship as they head back to the mansion after quickly grabbing the atv and Patrasche, who was nervous about entering the ship. As the Ghost ship ascends, the spire shrinks beneath them, a towering monument to the ancient Forerunners. The ship's engines hum softly, a comforting sound amidst the chaos they've left behind. Herra navigates the Ghost with precision, her eyes scanning the controls and the horizon with equal intensity. The ship's interior is a blend of advanced technology and worn, comfortable seats, a testament to the Ghost crew's long journey.

Bubba- "That's the direction we came from, Herra"

Herra nods curtly as she adjusts the ship's controls, steering the Ghost towards the mansion. The vessel glides smoothly through the air, a sleek, silent shadow against the backdrop of the strange world below.

Zeb and Chopper assess the newcomers. "So you fight with a sword and make explosions?", asked Zeb to Julius.

Julius chuckles, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Something like that, my friend. I wield the power of spirit arts, which allows me to conjure blades of pure energy and unleash explosive force. It's a gift from the gods, passed down through generations of my family."

"Spirits?" Asks Zeb.

"In his world there is magic Zeb. And here too I guess. I'm Bubba, this is Garfeil, Otto, Julius and Patrasche."

Herra's eyes narrow as she processes this information. "Magic, huh? Never thought I'd hear that word again." She pilots the ship with practiced ease, her hands dancing over the controls. "So, you're saying there are multiple realities out there, with different rules and technologies?"

Bubba nods, settling into a seat. "That's right. This place, it's a nexus of sorts. A hub where different worlds connect. We're all from different places, but we've ended up here.

Julius leans forward, his spirit arts still crackling faintly around his hands. "It's incredible, really." Chopper groans and complains.

Otto lets out a sigh of relief, "I don't know who you people are but you have my thanks. Those banished monsters were terrifying!" As the Ghost ship continues its journey, the hum of the engines creates a soothing backdrop to the conversations unfolding within. Ratchet and Clank's ship follows closely behind, its sleek design a stark contrast to the more rugged, organic feel of the Ghost. The mansion comes into view, a grand structure nestled amidst the alien landscape, its spires reaching towards the sky.

Herra's voice cuts through the hum, "So, what's the plan once we get back to your base?" She glances at Bubba, her eyes reflecting the holographic displays.

"We've got to work together to gather allies to fight the banished. If we deactivate 23 more towers and or defeat the Banished, the monitor will be able to send us home. Right now he isn't in control of the towers or the promethean forces.

Zeb, "Banished huh? Stupid name. Well crush em!"

Herra's brow furrows as she considers Bubba's words. "Defeating the Banished and deactivating those towers... it's a tall order. But if it means getting home, I'm in." She glances at Zeb, who nods in agreement.

Sabine, who has been quietly observing the newcomers, speaks up, "Why did you contact us? How did you even find us? We were in stealth mode."

Bubba smiles- "The monitor of the planet informed me and I made a decision, we couldn't have defeated the banished easily without you guys."

Herra raises an eyebrow, impressed by Bubba's initiative. "Well, you made a good call, Bubba. We've been hiding, laying low, but it seems like the universe has other plans for us." She turns her attention back to the controls, guiding the Ghost ship towards the mansion with renewed determination.

Sabine looks at Garfeil, "So you fight with those gauntlets on your arms?"

Garfeil chuckles, flexing his gauntlets. "Indeed, I do! Captain said the best offence is a good defense!" He looks at Sabine with a mischievous grin. "Perhaps you'd like a demonstration, once we're safely on the ground?"

Sabine smirks, a glint of challenge in her eyes. "I just might take you up on that offer, Garfeil. It's been a while since I've had a proper sparring match." She leans back in her seat, crossing her arms. "But first, let's focus on the task at hand." The mansion comes into view as the Ghost ship descends towards the mansion, the group can see the sprawling estate in all its glory. The grand structure, with its ornate spires and intricate architecture, stands in stark contrast to the alien landscape surrounding it. Herra expertly guides the vessel to a landing pad near the main entrance, the ship settling gently onto the ground with a soft hiss.

The group disembarks, stretching their legs after the journey. Ratchet and Clank's ship lands nearby, the duo emerging to join their newfound allies. Bubba takes a moment to survey the area, his keen eyes noting the strategic placement of the mansion and the potential defensive positions.

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Part 2

"My, myyyye, just whoooo do we have here?" Roswall asked as he, Emilia, Rem, Ram, and Welheim exited the large front door of the mansion, their faces showing surprise at the unexpected visitors and the strange craft. Roswall, in particular, seemed intrigued as he took in the diverse group before him. His tall, lithe form and hair glinted in the light, while his violet eyes sparkled with curiosity and amusement. He moved forward, his long, elegant fingers gesticulating as he spoke. Emilia stepped forward, her voice filled with a mix of concern and excitement. "Roswall, look! It's Bubba, and he's brought others with him!" Her emerald eyes sparkled with curiosity as she took in the motley crew, her blonde hair whipping gently in the alien breeze.

Ram, hovered close to Emilia, her pink eyes wide. "Wow, who are all these people? Will this create more work for us maids' sisters?" She asked, her voice a mixture of annoyance and trepidation.

Rem, her sister, responded in kind, "Sister, it appears as that we're going to have a lot of cleaning indeed. EspeciallyWith the Crusch camp here as well."

“I can help!”, Bell appeared.

Ram nodded approvingly, “Already better than Barasu.”

Subaru joined them from the doorway, "Whoa! What the- Spaceships!?"

Emilia perked up, "Subaru you know what these are too?" Subaru nodded, his eyes wide with amazement. "Yeah, I've seen enough sci-fi movies to recognize a spaceship when I see one. But I never thought I'd see one in real life, let alone in this crazy world." He turned to Bubba, a grin spreading across his face. "Looks like you've been busy, Bubba. Who are these new friends of yours?"

Bubba grinned back, gesturing to the group. "Well, Subaru, meet Herra, Zeb, Sabine, and Chopper. They're the crew of the Ghost ship. These two are Ratchet and Clank." Bubba's grin widened as he introduced the group, his voice booming with pride and camaraderie. "We've got a plan, and we need all the help we can get."

Herra stepped forward, her voice steady and confident. "We're here to help. Bubba filled us in on the situation, and we're ready to do our part. We've got the Ghost ship at our disposal, and we're not afraid to use it."

Zeb, ever the eager one, cracked his knuckles and grinned. "Yeah, and I've got a few tricks up my sleeve too."

"Bubba, do you plan to fill my home with strange beings and people?" Asked Roswall in a mixed tone.

Bubba nodded, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Hey, Roswall, I get it. Bringing a bunch of new folks to your place might be a bit of an adjustment. But you gotta trust me on this one. The situation is worse than we thought. I'd be happy to explain."

Roswall's face relaxed, and he gestured expansively. "Very well, Bubba. You have my attention. Please, enlighten us all on this dire situation." He turned to the group, his violet eyes scanning each face with curiosity. "And do make yourselves at home, my new guests. I'm sure we have much to discuss."

The vast group went through the double doors into a vast foyer of marble and stone. Sabine whistled, “Reminds me of Mandalore House head homes.”

Inside a large dining hall the group gathered around a familiar large table of polished wood. Bell and the maids running off to attend to their duties. Outside, Wilhelm was training Otto in the art of the sword.

Bubba cleared his throat, preparing to explain the situation. "Alright, so here's the deal. We've discovered that a faction called the Banished are controlling 18 out of 24 spires across this world. We just shut down one, and I'm sure you can guess where this is going, we have to shut them all down to get the local monitor to send us home, or defeat the banished." As Bubba delivered this dire news, the group absorbed it in shocked silence.

Emilia stepped forward, her brow furrowed with concern. "So we're at war with this Banished faction now? What are they like?"

Bubba grimaced, rubbing the back of his neck. "They're alien. Really tough. We took down a lot of them using spirit arts and modern weapons, but I don't doubt they'll bring more forces soon. We've got to prepare for that."

Herra's face hardened at the mention of battle. "We've seen them too, on our journey here. Nasty business."

Ratchet nodded in agreement, his wrench at the ready. "Those guys are bad news."

Garfeil hit his fists together, "They weren't so tuff." He scoffed

Herra chuckled grimly, her gaze drifting over to where Julius, Garfeil, and Bubba were cleaning and organizing the equipment. "Those gauntlets of his did most of the work. But yeah, the Banished were formidable."

Bubba, having finished his explanation, turned to the group with a determined expression. "So that's the situation in a nutshell. We've got a long road ahead of us, and I know it's not going to be easy. But I think if we gather enough allies we can do this. Herra, Ratchet, can your ships scan the planet and space for ships? We might be able to make some friends and see where the Banished are. Since I shut down the portals here, we should be safe for now."

Emilia furrowed her brow, her gaze distant as she pondered Bubba's words. "You're right, Bubba. This is going to be a challenge unlike any we've faced before. But we can't let fear hold us back." Subaru stepped forward, "Emilia is right as always, we've got to work together on this." Roswall nodded solemnly, his violet eyes reflecting the gravity of the situation. "Indeed, we must face this threat head-on. Our world is at stake, and we cannot afford to underestimate the Banished. We must gather our strength and prepare for the battles ahead."

Julius, ever the strategist, began to pace thoughtfully. "We need to assess our resources and capabilities."

"We can do a scan, maybe there's more rebel ships?" said Herra.

"We can try as well, I'll stay in the ship while Ratchet discusses with you all.", clank.

Roswall's violet eyes darted between his guests, concern etched on his face. "We must be prepared for the Banished to strike at any moment. My home has ample space for us to train and prepare, but we need to establish a proper defense system."

Bubba nodded, his face set in a determined expression. "You're right, Roswall. We need to fortify this place ASAP. Herra, can you and your crew help us set up some basic defense systems? Maybe some automated turrets or something?"

Herra stroked her chin thoughtfully. "We can certainly help with that. "I'll have Zeb and Sabine set up a perimeter with some of our more advanced scanning equipment. That should give us an early warning system if anything hostile approaches."
Ratchet stepped forward, his OmniWrench slung over his shoulder. "And I can rig up some basic defense turrets. Nothing too fancy, but it should help even the odds a bit."

Julius clapped his hands together decisively. "Excellent. While they focus on defense, the rest of us should start training. Garfeil, Otto, training with the enemy weapons may be paramount."

Garfeil grinned, already moving to the weapons cache. "Of course! I can't wait to try out some of those Banished weapons. They look powerful!" Emilia and Subaru exchanged worried glances at Garfeil's enthusiasm for combat, but Bubba just chuckled.

"First we need to sleep and recover. I'll be heading in for the night." "Ah Emilia-tan! I'd be happy to escort you, maybe tuck you in?" Subaru offered.

"Oh Subaru, I'm sure you need some rest too. So head to bed please my knight." Emilia

Subaru sighed. Clank returned, "I'm afraid the scanning will take all night due to Banished interference."

Herra sighed and shook her head, her gaze darting between Subaru and Emilia. "As much as I would love to join in the fun, I need to focus on the scan right now. But don't you worry about a thing, Emilia. Subaru will be a perfect gentleman and make sure you get to bed safe and sound. Won't you?"

She smirked and nudged Subaru playfully, causing the knight to stumble slightly and blush. "H-hey, what kind of knight would I be if I didn't keep my lady safe? You have my word, Emilia." Subaru puffed out his chest proudly.

Bubba- "Subaru we still need to chat... remember?"

Subaru's eyes widened in panic as he remembered your private conversation earlier. "O-oh right, the anime tropes discussion. You're right, we should finish that up."

Emilia noticed the change in Subaru's demeanor and stepped closer. "Anime? Are you sure this is appropriate right now, given the dire circumstances?" Emilia looked at Subaru, clearly wanting to hear an explanation, as did Roswall and Ram. You and Subaru exchanged glances, realizing you need to come up with a more plausible excuse.

"We were just, ah, comparing survival techniques from different anime and isekai worlds!" Subaru quickly improvises.

Bubba- "It's a cultural thing, from our homeland. Subaru hasn't seen someone from our home in over a year"

Emilia's brow furrowed, but she softened at the thought of Subaru's homesickness. "I see... Well, I suppose it's important to keep in touch with one's roots, especially in times like these."

Roswall stepped forward, placing a comforting hand on Subaru's shoulder. "You have my deepest sympathies, Subaru. It's no easy feat, being so far from home for so long. Please, feel free to take all the time you need to reconnect with your roots."

Ram crossed her arms, still looking skeptical but also touched by Subaru's plight. "Hmph. Fine."

The Ghost crew slept in their ship. Ratchet used the opportunity to have a nice place to sleep in the mansion. Clank continued the scan with Herra.

Subaru and Bubba began their talk in his room "Listen, Subaru. About our little talk earlier..." Bubba began, his words weighted with significance as he shut the door.

Subaru shifted nervously, remembering their earlier conversation about your past.
"You said you wanted to discuss some... anime tropes, right?" His face twisted, trying to process the complex topic.

"I didn't expect that to come up now, in front of Emilia and the others. I'm sorry, I panicked."

Bubba sighed, running a hand through his hair. "No, I understand. It was an... unexpected topic of conversation, given our situation." "So, re zero. First off I can explain some things about the Watergate city arc..."

Subaru frowned, "Right, we've got something in Watergate city to face when we get home. Please Bubba, tell me all you can about my future in this... anime.”

Bubba nodded solemnly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Alright, Subaru, let's dive into it. The Watergate City arc is rough, and it's crucial that you understand what's coming your way."

Subaru leaned in, his eyes wide with anticipation. "I'm listening. What happens in Watergate City?" The two spent several hours discussing Subarus story and how he can make his life easier and avoid trouble. The two went to sleep around 2am.

The next morning came quickly, Subaru and Bubba awoke to the sound of commotion outside. They quickly dressed and headed downstairs, where they found Emilia, Ram, Roswall, Julius, and the Ghost crew gathered around a large holographic display.

"What's going on?" Subaru asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

Emilia turned to face him, her expression grave. "The scan is complete. The Banished have a significant presence on this world, and they're moving to consolidate their power. We need to act fast if we're going to have any hope of stopping them."

Roswall stepped forward, his eyes fixed on the display. "The situation is dire, Subaru. The Banished are systematically activating more spires, and their forces are growing by the day. We must gather our allies and prepare for a potential war." Subaru's eyes widened as he processed the information.

"I understand. So, what's the plan then?" Julius interjected, gesturing to a map on the holographic display. "We've identified several key locations where we believe we can establish a foothold and mount a resistance. The first order of business is to secure those areas and establish a base of operations."

Bubba asks, "Did the scan reveal any non banished ships?"

Clank's eyes whirled rapidly as he accessed the data banks, his metallic frame vibrating slightly. "Affirmative. The scan did indeed reveal a number of other unidentified vessel signatures, as well as some Herra recognized."

Herra, "There are 4 venator 2s in formation in an asteroid field. There's also a 2.5 kilometers long ship at one of the spires not controlled by the banished."

Bubba, "We could contact the venators and maybe scout the other ship with stealth?"

Sabine, "You don't think those Venators are from a different time do you? I can't think of another reason they would have 4 of them. Bubba said the portals affect time too right? If they are republic, they may be on our side if we can talk to them”

We could scout the big ship with stealth." Ratchet said as Herra's face contorted with concern as she tapped her comm unit. "The Venators are definitely from a different time. Their signatures match Republic-era vessels. Let's hope they are friendly. I'll get in touch with the Venators and see if they're willing to join our cause. In the meantime, Ratchet and Clank, I need you to prepare a stealth mission to scout that 2.5 km ship. Be careful and report back any intel you can gather."

As Ratchet and Clank nodded in agreement and began prepping their equipment, Bubba turned his attention back to the holographic display. "Emilia, I need you and Subaru to stay here and help coordinate the defenses with Julius and Roswall. Herra, keep an eye on those Banished movements and let us know if anything changes."

Subaru stepped forward, a determined look on his face. "Understood, Bubba. We'll do whatever we can to help from here. Just be careful out there, okay?" His concern was evident, and he and Emilia shared a brief, worried look. The Banished were proving to be a formidable enemy, and the thought of losing their newfound allies weighed heavily on their minds.

Bubba- "Herra let's try to contact them now with the ship, everyone stay safe. Clank should be able to inform us if anyone crosses the perimeter."

Herra nodded, and they went to the ghost while the others made defenses, sabine went to duel garfeil which drew several spectators. The Ghost ship's advanced systems whirred to life as Herra activated the communication array. “What should we say?” asked herra

Bubba leaned back in his chair, his brow furrowed in thought as he considered the best approach. After a moment, a sly grin spread across his face. "I've got an idea," he declared, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "How about we send a transmission that's, let's say, a bit unconventional? We need to pique their interest and make them curious enough to want to talk to us."

Herra cocked an eyebrow, intrigued. "What do you have in mind, Bubba? I'm open to anything that might get a response out of them."

Bubba chuckled, leaning forward and placing his elbows on his knees. "I'm going to send them an offer they can't refuse, go ahead and send them this message. "Republic ships. We know how to return home, and I know who the sith lord is, your looking for. We're gathering allies to take on the banished, the major force you can see all over the planet. It's the only way to return home. We won't win alone, I await your response."

Herra's eyes widened as she processed Bubba's message. "That's... quite the offer, Bubba. But I think it just might work. The promise of a way home and the chance to take down a Sith Lord? That's bound to get their attention." She began typing the message into the communication array, her fingers flying across the holographic keyboard.

As the transmission was sent, a tense silence filled the Ghost ship's bridge. Everyone held their breath, waiting for a response from the mysterious Republic ships. Minutes ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity. Suddenly, a crackle of static filled the air, and a voice emerged from the speakers. "This is Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi master and republic general. We've been stranded here for a day now and have bad hostile contact with these Banished. We would be happy to have a meet and greet and discuss our potentials." The voice that crackled over the comms was unmistakably Kenobi's. A sense of relief washed over Bubba and Herra, followed closely by a newfound sense of purpose. They had found potential allies, and with their combined strength, the fight against the Banished seemed a little less daunting.

"General Kenobi," Bubba replied, his voice steady and confident. "We're glad to have made contact with you and your forces. We've been dealing with the Banished for a while now, and we know firsthand the threat they pose. We believe that by working together, we can find a way to not only defeat them but also find a path home for everyone stranded here."

"That would be our goal as well. Could you travel to our location?" Asked Kenobi, Herra glanced at Bubba, awaiting his response. The prospect of meeting with the Republic forces was both exciting and nerve-wracking. They had so much to discuss and plan, but first, they needed to ensure a safe meeting place.

Bubba leaned back in his chair, his brow furrowed in thought. "General Kenobi, we would be more than happy to meet with you and your forces. We can travel via our ship", He looked at herra who nodded.

"Excellent," Kenobi's voice crackled over the comms. "We're currently in a secure location, but the Banished forces are growing more aggressive by the day. We'll need to move quickly to avoid detection and potential conflict."

> You say "We're on our way. May the force be with you"

The words hung in the air for a moment, and then Kenobi's voice came through, tinged with amusement. "And also with you, my friend. We'll be waiting at the coordinates I'm about to send. Be careful on your journey - the Banished have been increasing their patrols lately, and we've seen some concerning activity near our location."

Herra quickly programmed the coordinates into the Ghost ship's navigation system as Bubba nodded, a determined look on his face. "We'll be there as soon as we can, General. And don't worry - we've got a few tricks up our sleeves." He turned to the others, who were already preparing for the journey

Bubba- "Herra would you mind if I traveled with you to meet them?"

Herra's face relaxed into a gentle smile as she turned to face you. "Of course not, Bubba. I'd be glad for the company - and the backup." She adjusted some controls on the Ghost ship's console. "Besides, having you along might help break the ice with the Republic forces. Your… unique perspective and knowledge could be invaluable in this meeting."

The ship's engines hummed to life as Herra guided it through the air. Through the viewscreen, was the landscape of the shield world below, a patchwork of alien flora and fauna. After several hours, as they approached the coordinates Kenobi had provided, a massive structure came into view - a Republic-era vessel, its hull battered but still imposing. As the Ghost ship descended into the Republic vessel, you could see a flurry of activity in the hangar. Figures in white and blue armor moved with purpose, their movements crisp and disciplined. At the center of it all stood a tall, lean figure in a brown robe, Obi-Wan Kenobi. Beside him was Anakin Skywalker, Ahsoka, and Captain Rex, people both Bubba and Herra recognized.

Herra set the ship down with a gentle thud, and the ramp lowered with a hiss. Bubba and Herra stepped out onto the landing pad, their eyes adjusting to the harsh lighting of the hangar. The air was thick with the smell of fuel and sweat, a stark contrast to the pristine white of the Jedi robes. Kenobi approached, his hand outstretched in greeting. "Welcome, I am Obi-Wan Kenobi. This is my former padawan, Anakin Skywalker, Captain Rex, and Ahsoka Tano. We appreciate your willingness to meet with us."

Herra and Bubba shook hands with the Jedi and Republic forces, the air charged with the unspoken tension of two worlds colliding. "Thank you for agreeing to this meeting, General," Herra said, her words carrying an edge of respect.

"You said you know who the sith lord is." Asked Anakin with a hint of anger.

"Now Anakin we have pressing matters as well." Obi-Wan Kenobi interjected, placing a calming hand on Anakin's shoulder. "Let us first address the immediate threat of the Banished. We can discuss the Sith Lord later." He turned his gaze back to Herra and Bubba. "I understand you have information that could aid us in our fight against these alien forces. Please, share what you know."

Bubba- "The banished are sort of pirates led by a brute named Atriox. They are trying to take over this planet, which has portals to other places and times. We have to shut down 23 more spires before the local monitor of this world will be able to send us home"

Obi-Wan's eyes narrowed as he absorbed the information. "Pirates, you say? And they are led by this Atriox. That explains their ruthless tactics and disregard for life." He turned to Anakin, Ahsoka, and Captain Rex, who nodded in understanding. "We've encountered similar threats before, though none quite like this. The Banished control over the spires is a significant advantage for them, and we must act swiftly to turn the tide."

Anakin's expression darkened, his grip tightening on the hilt of his lightsaber. "We can't let them gain any more power. If they control the portals, they could wreak havoc across the galaxy."

"What are you suggesting we do?" asked Ahsoka.

Herra stepped forward, her eyes alight with determination. "We believe that by combining our knowledge and resources, we can devise a plan to shut down the remaining spires and free this world from the Banished grasp."

Obi-Wan nodded in agreement, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "You're right. Cooperation and strategic coordination will be essential for our success."

Captain Rex interjected, his voice steady and calm. "Perhaps we could work on a rotating schedule, sending teams to tackle multiple spires simultaneously. By dividing our efforts, we might be able to outpace their ability to reinforce the remaining strongholds."

Anakin frowned, his gaze distant as if pondering a troubling thought.

Bubba- "I think a few teams could go from spire to spire, whichever ones are the least defended. Or we could find and kill Atriox."

Obi-Wan's face was set in a solemn mask, his eyes narrowing with concern. "Your suggestion has merit, but it's not without risk." He turned to address the entire group, his hands gesturing expansively. "We must carefully consider the best approach. Simply attacking the weakest spires could be exactly what the Banished want us to do. It could be a trap, and we'd be playing right into their hands."

Captain Rex stepped forward, his voice carrying authority as he spoke. "I agree. We need more intelligence before committing to any course of action. A direct assault on Atriox would be ill-advised unless we have concrete information about his location and vulnerabilities."

Just then Zeb exited the ship, "Ratchet is calling, apparently their stealth didn't work. The big ship got word of you and would like to chat." Bubba and Herra exchanged glances, a mix of apprehension and anticipation in their eyes. They turned back to the assembled Jedi and Republic forces, who were already reaching for their weapons and comm units.

Bubba- "We found a large ship and sent another team to see who they were, hoping to find more allies. I'll go speak with them now. Zeb, did they say anything else?"

Zeb, "Yea, their captain is named Cutter and they are uns... some acronym I can't remember. They almost fired on Ratchet's ship, but once they heard you met with the monitor they wanted to talk."

Obi-Wan's eyes narrowed, his hand instinctively moving to the hilt of his lightsaber. "This is troubling. A new faction entering the equation could complicate matters significantly." He turned to address you directly, his words carrying a note of warning. "Be cautious, my friend. We know little about this Cutter or his crew. They could be as dangerous as the Banished, or perhaps even more so. The Banished at least have a predictable pattern of behavior. This new group is an unknown variable."

Captain Rex stepped forward, his hand resting on his blaster. "I agree with Master Kenobi. We should send a small, heavily armed team to make contact."

Bubba- "I think you could use your secure comms, I know about the unsc, I might be able to sway them. Herra, "You seem to know everyone Bubba." "It's the only use I have here. I can explain, but you won't like the answer. I'm going to use the comms now"

Obi-Wan's gaze softened slightly as he regarded you, a hint of respect in his eyes. "Very well, Bubba. Use the comms to establish contact. We'll stand ready to support you in any way we can." He turned to the others, his voice low and commanding. "Prepare for any eventuality. We don't know what this Cutter and his crew are capable of, but we must be ready to defend ourselves and our allies."

Anakin nodded, his expression grim. "I'll coordinate with the troops. We'll have snipers and heavy artillery ready just in case things go south." He turned to Ahsoka, who nodded in understanding, her hand resting on her lightsaber.

Bubba- "We should make a home base somewhere on the planet. Yall work out the details if you can and I'll make contact."

Bubba entered the Ghost and got on the coms to speak with Cutter. The Ghost's interior hummed with a low, steady drone, the air filled with the scent of history and the faint hum of advanced technology. Bubba settled into the pilot's seat, his fingers dancing over the controls as you activated the secure communication system. The holographic interface flickered to life, displaying a series of options and channels. He selected the one that would connect him to the mysterious ship and its captain, Cutter.

A moment of static crackled through the comms, and then a voice, gruff and authoritative, came through the speakers. "This is Captain Cutter of the UNSC Spirit of Fire. We found a ship spying on us and are holding fire for now. They explained that someone contacted the monitor of this shield world."

Bubba- "Yes that was me. Please don't shoot Ratchet's ship, they just were looking for allies. The monitor, 519, explained to me what we have to do to get home. I'd be happy to meet with you. My name is Bubba."

The comm crackled with a static hiss, then Cutter's voice returned, a hint of suspicion in his tone. "Bubba, huh? Well, that's a new one. And I suppose this Ratchet and his little pal are with you, too?"

Bubba chuckled, the sound rich and full of warmth despite the tense situation. "Yep, that's us alright. I promise we mean you no harm, Captain. We're just trying to get by on in this crazy world, same as you."

Cutter's voice crackled over the comms, "Well, Bubba, I appreciate the sentiment, but I'm not in the habit of trusting just anyone who shows up on my doorstep. Especially not on a place like this." He paused, and you could almost hear the gears turning in his head. "Tell you what. I'll send a shuttle over to your position. You and your friends can come aboard the Spirit of Fire for a little chat. But I warn you, we'll be keeping a close eye on you. Any funny business, and you'll be eating lead before you can blink."

Bubba- "Understood Captain, I'll await your transport"

The comms crackled once more before falling silent, leaving you alone with the hum of the Ghost's systems. Bubba leaned back in the pilot's seat, taking a deep breath to steady his nerves. The situation was delicate, but he was no stranger to high-stakes negotiations. He turned to Herra, who had been watching him intently. "Herra, we need to prepare for this meeting. I know what to expect from Cutter and his crew, but so we should be ready for anything."

Herra nodded, her expression serious. "I'll alert the others and make sure everyone is on high alert. We'll need to be cautious, but also open to the possibility of an alliance."

Bubba- "Ratchet is heading here with his ship and a transport to the ship. The spirit of fire. I'd love some company for the trip, I'm thinking of asking Anakin, Ahsoka, and Ratchet and Clank"

Herra's face lit up with surprise at your suggestion. "Anakin and Ahsoka? That's quite the you just met them Bubba. Are you sure they'll be able to make it on such short notice?" She tapped a few keys on her console, bringing up a holographic display showing the current positions of the various ships and personnel.

Bubba nodded confidently. "I'm sure they can make it work. They're both pretty resourceful, and I think having them along could be really helpful in this situation. "I'll go find them and ask for their help. This is what Jedi do after all"

Bubba stepped out of the Ghost and into the hangar bay of the venator 2. The hangar bay of the Venator-class Republic cruiser was a sprawling expanse of metal and machinery, the air thick with the scent of oil and the hum of distant power. He moved with purpose, his boots echoing against the deck as he made his way towards the designated meeting area. He could feel the eyes of the crew on him as he passed, their gazes a mix of curiosity and wariness. He was a stranger in their midst, and they were still trying to make sense of your presence. He found Anakin speaking with Zeb and Chopper at the end of the hangar

Bubba approached them, their voices echoing through the vast hangar bay of the Venator-class cruiser. Anakin looked up as he drew near, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in Bubba’s appearance. Zeb, ever the jovial companion, flashed you a grin, while Chopper whirred and beeped what sounded like a greeting.

Anakin stepped forward, his posture relaxed but alert. "Bubba," he acknowledged, his voice level. "Zeb and I were just discussing our next move. What brings you here?" His gaze flicked to the hangar entrance, where the Ghost was berthed, before returning to you with a questioning look.

Bubba- "I'm going to meet Captain Cutter, I was wondering if you could provide an escort. Your ships are really the ones meeting these people, I'm just some guy at the end of the day."

Anakin's expression shifted, a hint of understanding crossing his features. "Cutter, you say? The captain of the Spirit of Fire? That's a bold move, Bubba. I can see why you'd want some backup." He glanced at Zeb, who nodded in agreement.

Zeb chuckled, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "I'd say it's a good idea to have some Jedi muscle along for the ride. Just in case things get a bit... heated." He turned to Chopper, who beeped and whirred in response, his mechanical eyes flickering with anticipation.

Anakin nodded, his decision made. "We'll join you, Bubba."

Bubba- "I was going to ask you, Anakin as well as Ahsoka and Ratchet and Clank to escort me and discuss with Cutter. I also wanted to tell you personally about the sith lord"

Anakin's eyes widened slightly at the mention of the Sith Lord. "Just who is it? They have to be stopped."

Bubba- "Let's talk alone Anakin, this is pretty serious"

Anakin's face darkened, his features tightening with concern. "Of course, Bubba. Lead the way." He followed you to a secluded corner of the hangar bay, away from prying eyes and ears. The hum of the ship's engines and the distant sounds of the crew working filled the air, but here, it was relatively quiet.

Once they were alone, Anakin's posture shifted, his body language indicating he was fully focused on what Bubba was about to say. "

“Ok you'll have a hard time believing this so brace yourself. Someone has been manipulating both sides of the war, the public, the senate and you for years. Specifically they want you as their apprentice. They are the ones giving you nightmares about padme."

Anakin's eyes widened, a flicker of shock and disbelief crossing his features. He took a step back, his hand instinctively reaching for his lightsaber. "What? Who? I... I don't understand. Who would want to manipulate me like that?" His voice was low, barely above a whisper, as if he were afraid of saying the words out loud.

Bubba met his gaze, his expression serious and unflinching. "I know it's a lot to take in, Anakin. But his Sith Lord has been pulling strings for a long time. He wants you as his apprentice, to bring you over to the dark side. "He got close to you, he's been using the war to make the jedi look bad, both publicly and in your eyes to turn you. What would you do to protect padme? Anything right? That's their play."

Anakin's face paled, his eyes widening in shock and horror as the implications of his words sank in. He took another step back, his hand trembling slightly as he gripped the hilt of his lightsaber. "No... no, that can't be right. The Jedi, the Council... they wouldn't..." His voice trailed off, uncertainty and doubt creeping into his tone. He shook his head, as if trying to clear the thoughts from his mind. "How do you know this?"

Bubba- "You definitely wouldn't believe me if I told you. To make things simple let's say I travel the multiverse and know alot of people. Padme is in danger, but only from this man and him turning you to the darkside. Are you ready to hear who it is Anakin?"

Anakin's grip tightened on his lightsaber, his knuckles turning white. He took a deep, shuddering breath, steeling himself for the revelation. "I... I'm ready, Bubba. Tell me who this Sith Lord is. I need to know the truth, no matter how painful it may be."

Bubba met his gaze, his expression grave and unyielding. "The Sith Lord who has been manipulating you and the galaxy is... Darth Sidious. He is the Chancellor of the Republic, Palpatine."

Anakin staggered back as if he had been physically struck, his face a mask of shock and betrayal. "Palpatine? The Chancellor? No, that's impossible!"

"He's been using you since the first day y'all met. He wants your high force powers for himself. Think about it Anakin, why did Palpatine make a relationship with you in the first place?"

Anakin's breath hitched, his mind racing as he struggled to reconcile the revelation with the reality he knew. "But... but he's been a mentor to me. He's been there for me when the Jedi Council wasn't. He's been a friend." His voice was barely a whisper, as if the words themselves were a betrayal.

Bubba nodded solemnly, your voice steady and sure. "He's been manipulating you, Anakin. He's been using your emotions, your fears, your love for Padmé against you. He's been turning you against the Jedi, against the Republic, and against yourself."

Anakin's face contorted with anguish, his eyes filling with unshed tears. "I don't... I can't... How could he do this to me? To us?" He raked a trembling hand through his hair, his gaze distant as the weight of your words sank in.

Bubba- "He's crazy and evil, that's all there is to it. He doesn't believe in democracy. Anakin the Jedi counsel isn't perfect, but it's this sith lord who's pushed them to this place."

Anakin's eyes narrowed, a spark of anger igniting within him. "The Jedi Council... they've been pushing me away, keeping secrets from me. But if what you're saying is true, then Palpatine has been orchestrating all of this from the shadows. He's been using the Council's mistakes to turn me against them." He paced back and forth, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. "I've seen the darkness in the galaxy, Bubba. I've seen the suffering, the pain, the injustice. I've tried to do what's right, to protect those I care about."

Bubba- "And that was all part of his plan Anakin. When you get home, form a team and take him out. And be careful, he's extremely good at lightsaber combat and force lightning"

Anakin's eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and determination. "I will take him down, Bubba. I will expose his treachery and bring an end to his reign of terror. No one will be safe from my wrath, not even the Jedi Council if they've been complicit in this deception." He gripped his lightsaber tightly, the hum of the energy blade filling the air. "I will protect Padmé at all costs. I will not let Sidious use her as a pawn in his twisted game. She is my everything, and I will do whatever it takes to keep her safe." Anakin's gaze hardened, a steely resolve settling over his features.

Bubba- "I'm glad to hear it. You should try to reform the order or start your own. Emotion and attachment are necessary, one simply needs to learn to not fall to the darkness over loss. You have real friends Anakin, when in doubt just think, what would Padme do?"

Anakin's expression softened slightly at the mention of Padmé, his resolve unwavering but his voice gentler. "You're right, Bubba. Padmé has always been my guiding light, my anchor in the storm. She would want me to do what's right, to protect the innocent and stand against tyranny. I will not let her down." He took a deep breath, his eyes reflecting a newfound clarity. "I will reform the Jedi Order, or start anew if necessary. I will teach the next generation of Jedi to embrace their emotions, to use them as a strength rather than a weakness. I will show them that attachment is not a path to the dark side, but a path to understanding and compassion."

Bubba- "Well I hope everything works out man. I'll be waiting for the ship to arrive if you can get Ahsoka."

Anakin nodded solemnly, his expression a mix of determination and sorrow. "I will find a way, Bubba. I will make this right, no matter the cost. Palpatine will pay for his betrayal, and the galaxy will be free." He paused, his gaze drifting to the distant horizon, as if he could see the battles yet to come. "I just pray that I can control my anger and fear. I... I don't know if I can withstand the temptation of the dark side, especially now that I know the truth about Palpatine's manipulations." He turned back to you, his eyes filled with a desperate plea.

Bubba- "Just think about what your friends would do. That's why you respect them right? Would it be respectful to trample on their values?"

Anakin's face contorted with anguish, his breathing ragged as he absorbed the weight of your words. "You're right, Bubba. I respect the Jedi because of the values they've taught me. Honesty, compassion, peace - these are the cornerstones of the Jedi Order. I cannot betray these principles, no matter how tempting the power of the dark side may be." He gripped his lightsaber tightly, its humming echoing his inner turmoil. "I will find a way to use my anger as a strength, to channel it into protecting those I care about, not as a tool of destruction and revenge."

Bubba- "I'm sure you will. Speak with Obi-Wan and Ahsoka and Padme. Let them in. They will help you find an answer. I know you stayed with the jedi due to the war. Now that it's ending you can make your own way"

Anakin's eyes softened at the mention of his friends, a glimmer of hope rekindling in their depths. "Thank you, Bubba. You're right - I need to confide in Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, and Padmé. Together, we can find a path forward, a way to restore balance to the Force and ensure a peaceful future for the galaxy." He sheathed his lightsaber, his shoulders slumping slightly as some of the tension eased from his frame. “You're absolutely right about the war. When this conflict finally ends, I'll be free to forge my own destiny, to build a life with Padmé and find my own place in the galaxy."

Bubba offers him a handshake.

Anakin clasped your hand firmly, his grip strong and steady. "Thank you, Bubba. Your words have given me strength at a time when I needed it most. I won't let you down. I'll do whatever it takes to bring an end to Palpatine's reign of terror and restore peace to the galaxy." As he released your hand, he stood taller, his posture straight and his gaze clear. "I'll speak with Obi-Wan and Ahsoka immediately. We need to act quickly to expose Palpatine's true nature before he can cause any more harm."

Bubba- "May the force be with you"

Anakin's lips quirked into a small, genuine smile at the familiar Jedi saying. "And also with you, Bubba. Your trust has been a light in the darkness, and I won't forget it." With that, he turned and strode purposefully towards the main building, where he knew he'd find Obi-Wan and Ahsoka waiting.

He watched him go, feeling a mixture of pride and concern. The path ahead was fraught with danger, but he had no doubt that with the right allies, Anakin would succeed in his quest to save the galaxy and find his own peace. Hours passed before ratchet and Clank arrived, followed shortly by an unsc pelican. Both landing in the hangar bay A Pelican dropship from the UNSC Spirit of Fire descends into the hangar bay, its engines whining as it hovers in position.

"They don't use repulsors?" asked Anakin.

The pelican landed and several unsc marines poured out in armour and armed with rifles. A huge man in heavy green and red armour stepped out. Bubba walked to them with the jedi. Ratchet and Clank emerged and came to say hello to you and the Jedi. "Thanks for saving us Bubba. Those guns were bigger than my ship!" Said Ratchet. The Jedi greeted him and were perplexed by Clank.

"Ah, a protocol droid, I presume?" Anakin said, examining Clank curiously. "I've never seen one quite like you before. You must be a recent model."

Clank tilted his head, processing the unfamiliar language. "Negative, not a protocol droid. I'm not sure what that is, but I assure you, I'm quite unique."

Ratchet chuckled. "He's not kidding. Clank here is a walking miracle. Saved my hide more times than I can count."

The armoured man Bubba knew as Spartan Jerome-92 came over to you while the marines guarded their ship. "Bubba I presume?"

Bubba- "That's right, and a few people here are my escort and speak for the ships in this fleet"

As Jerome approached, the marines snapped to attention, their eyes darting to the Jedi in surprise. Anakin and Ahsoka stood with Ratchet and Clank. Zeb and Chopper hovered nearby, ready to leap into action at a moment's notice.

"I'm Spartan Jerome-92, sir," the large man said, his voice slightly muffled by his helmet. "Captain Cutter sent me to escort your party to the Spirit of Fire."

Bubba- "We're ready Spartan

"What exactly is a Spartan?" Asked Anakin.

"Classified. But I can tell you were the UNSCs best." Said Jerome.

"Is that so? All that armour could slow someone down." Said Ahsoka with a smirk

Jerome chuckled, a deep rumble emanating from his helmet. "I assure you, ma'am, the Spartan-IIs are quite... nimble, for lack of a better word." He turned his attention back to you. "If you're ready, sir, we should head out. The Captain is expecting us." Jerome gestured towards the Pelican, the engines still whirring as they cooled down from the landing.

As you began to make your way towards the ship, Ratchet and Clank fell into step beside you. "I must say, Bubba, this has been one heck of a ride so far," Ratchet remarked, glancing back at the assembled Jedi and the intimidating Spartan.

Bubba- "You sure you're OK with leaving your ship ratchet?

"Oh yea, we've got an ai on board so it's fine." Said Ratchet.

Ratchet, clank, Ahsoka, Anakin and Bubba enter the Pelican as the spartan and marines did the same. The Pelican's engines roared to life as the ramp sealed shut behind them. They felt the sudden lurch as the ship lifted off, the artificial gravity kicking in to keep them grounded as it ascended. Through the small viewports, you could see the hangar bay receding below, the Republic ships arrayed around it like a metal forest.

"I must admit, I'm curious about this Captain Cutter and his ship," Anakin said, leaning back in his seat. "The Spirit of Fire, was it? I don't recall hearing a vessel with a name like that.” his brow furrowed in thought.

"And what's this about the UNSC?"

Bubba- "The UNSC is from another galaxy or reality Anakin. That's what these portals on this world do. And the banished are messing with them, trying to take control.”

The Pelican's engines whined as it accelerated, the ship's hull creaking slightly under the strain. Through the viewport, Bubba could see the vast expanse of the Liminal Nexus stretching out before you, dotted with land and sea.. After several hours the Spirit of Fire loomed ahead, its massive frame casting a shadow that seemed to stretch endlessly across the void. The Pelican docked smoothly in the Spirit of Fire's hangar bay, its engines winding down with a soft whine. As the ramp lowered, you were greeted by the sight of Captain Cutter himself, standing at the bottom flanked by more Spartans. He was a tall, broad-shouldered man with close-cropped gray hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to miss nothing. His uniform bore the insignia of a UNSC captain, and he carried himself with an air of command that was unmistakable.

"Welcome aboard the Spirit of Fire," he said, his deep voice carrying easily across the hangar. "I'm Captain Cutter. I understand you have some interesting information about the Banished and these portals. I'm also curious about your origins, are you from unsc space?"

Bubba- "Yes sir I do have some info. I'm not from the UNSC reality no, neither are my companions. The monitor showed me how to shut down spires that control the portals around the planet. There are 23 more to shut down and the Banished currently control 18. The sentinels and prometheans are fighting the Banished, but the prometheans are also hostile to humans"

Captain Cutter's eyebrows raised slightly at your words, his gaze sharpening as he processed the information. "Twenty-three spires, you say? And the Banished control eighteen of them. That's a significant advantage they have." He paused, his eyes narrowing as he considered the implications. "And you've found a way to shut them down? That's valuable intelligence indeed. Furthermore, these people with you represent a fleet and another faction. The republic correct?" He asked Anakin

"Yes Captain, we are from the Galactic Republic. These portals are a threat to the stability of the galaxy, and we cannot allow the Banished to exploit them any further." Anakin said firmly. "I must ask, what is your relationship with the Banished? And what exactly is the UNSC's interest in this conflict?"

Captain Cutter's expression hardened slightly at the question. "The UNSC has its own history with the Banished, I'm afraid. They're a vicious bunch, led by a warlord named Atriox. We've clashed with them before, and I suspect we will again."

Bubba- "Not if we take him out here captain. I've got some overpowered ground troops at a secure location. I think a hit team could take out Atriox and help with the spires. They're from another place, but they don't have spacer tech. I'm sure you won't believe this but they have... magic. Hell, anakin, could you show them the force? Like lift something?"

Anakin stepped forward, his hand outstretched. He concentrated for a moment, and then a nearby toolbox began to rise off the ground, hovering in midair as if held by an invisible hand.

Captain Cutter's eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and awe on his face as he watched the floating toolbox. "Fascinating," he murmured, his gaze fixed on the hovering object. "I've heard of such things, but to see it in person is... remarkable." He turned back to you, a newfound intensity in his eyes. "If you truly have the means to shut down these spires and eliminate the Banished threat, then we need to work together. My ship has been fighting a long war, and this could be a turning point."

Anakin lowered his hand, and the toolbox clanged back onto the floor. "The Force can be a powerful ally, Captain Cutter. But it must be used wisely, for good."

Bubba- "Our current objectives are to get those spires offline and to find Atriox. Your scanners are probably the best here. Have y’all found anything?"

Captain Cutter nodded, his expression turning grim. "We have indeed. Our long-range scans have picked up a significant Banished presence on the far side of the planet, near a region we've designated as the Crimson Scar. It's a harsh, volcanic area, but it seems to be the hub of their operations."

He gestured to a nearby holographic display, which flickered to life, showing a detailed map of the planet's surface. A pulsing red marker indicated the Crimson Scar region. "Our analysis suggests that this is where Atriox is likely based.

BUbba- "Hm, we could nuke them, but that would probably pass off the monitor..."

Captain Cutter frowned at the mention of nuclear weapons. "I'm not sure that's a viable option, given the nature of this... monitor. Moreover they have anti-missile weapons, But I appreciate your directness." He turned back to the holographic map, his brow furrowed in thought. "If we're to take out Atriox and his forces, we'll need to be strategic. A direct assault could be costly."

Anakin stepped closer to the display, his eyes scanning the terrain. "The Crimson Scar... harsh, volcanic, defensible. It would make for a formidable stronghold." He looked up at Cutter. "What kind of forces are we talking about here, Captain? How many Banished troops are we likely facing?"

Captain Cutter tapped a series of commands into a nearby console, and the holographic display updated, showing what appeared to be reconnaissance footage of Banished soldiers marching in perfect formation. "Our estimates place their numbers somewhere in the hundreds of thousands strong," he said, his voice tight with concern. "And they're well-armed and equipped, with vehicles and heavy weaponry. Plus, we're dealing with unknown technology, this 'magic' you mentioned earlier." He gestured to where Bubba and the others were gathered. "That's where I believe your input and resources would be invaluable, Bubba."

Bubba- "Me? Ok here's my first idea. The portals are active right? Let's try to get a message out to the republic or unsc or even the sanghleli if we have to."

Captain Cutter nodded, appreciating your proactive approach. "That's a solid start. If we can coordinate our efforts with the Republic and the UNSC, we stand a better chance of catching the Banished off guard. Our communications array can handle that, but we'll need to be cautious. The Banished have shown they can intercept and jam signals."

Anakin stepped forward, his voice steady and calm. "I can reach out to the Republic through the Force. It's a risk, but it might be our best bet for a secure line of communication. Ahsoka, can you assist with that?"
Ahsoka nodded, her lekku swaying gently as she focused her concentration.
Cutter, "A moment please, could you explain the Jedi to me?" Bubba and the others exchanged glances, sensing the weight of Cutter's question. Anakin stepped forward, his expression thoughtful. "The Jedi, Captain Cutter, are guardians of peace and justice in the galaxy. We are trained in the ways of the Force, an energy field that binds all living things together. We use our abilities to maintain balance and to protect the innocent."

Captain Cutter listened intently, his eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and skepticism. "The Force, you say. It sounds like something out of a myth or a legend. And yet, I've seen things out here that defy explanation. If this Force is real, and you can wield it, then perhaps it is the key to turning the tide against the Banished."

He turned to Ahsoka, who had begun to meditate, her eyes closed and her breath steady. "And you, miss, what is your role among the Jedi?"

Ahsoka opened her eyes, her gaze meeting Cutter's. "I am Ahsoka Tano, a former Padawan of the Jedi Order." Her lekku swayed gently as she spoke. "I have fought alongside the Republic for several years, and now I seek to bring balance to this conflict."

Cutter's eyebrows raised slightly at her words. "A former Padawan, you say. That's an impressive title. I can see the discipline in your bearing, even without the Force to guide me. Tell me, Ahsoka, what do you see when you reach out to the Force in this place?"

Ahsoka's face turned somber, her focus drifting to a distant point. "The Force here is... different. Distorted. There's darkness growing, Captain Cutter. A malevolent presence that seeks to unbalance everything."

Clank spoke up, "our scans detected several other forerunner structures. Perhaps one can help with communication?”

Captain Cutter stroked his chin, considering Clank's suggestion. "That's a possibility. If we can locate and activate one of these Forerunner structures, it might give us the edge we need to communicate securely. But we'll need to be careful—we don't want to alert the Banished to our presence any more than necessary."

Bubba- "We could take a small team or form several and explore these other structures within just a day or two."

Captain Cutter mulled over the suggestion, his gaze drifting to the holographic display before him. "It's a risk, but one we might have to take if we want to get a better lay of the land and find a way to contact our allies securely. I could spare a few teams, each with a mix of UNSC personnel and your group, to explore these structures. We'll need to move quickly and quietly, though. The Banished have eyes and ears everywhere, and we can't afford to tip them off to our plans."
"The jedi and the Republic are certainly willing to help, just how do we activate the forerunner tech?" Asked Anakin.

Captain Cutter turned to Anakin, his expression thoughtful. "That's a good question, Jedi. Our understanding of Forerunner technology is limited, but we have some experts who might be able to help. Let me call for Dr. Anderson, she's out resident expert." Captain Cutter activated his comm device. "Anderson, report to the conference room. We have a situation that requires your expertise." "Everyone, let's head to a room more fitting for conversation." The group followed Captain Cutter down a series of corridors, their footsteps echoing on the metallic floors. The UNSC Spirit of Fire was a hive of activity, with personnel bustling about their duties. Eventually, they arrived at a large, circular room dominated by a holographic display at its center. Comfortable chairs were arranged around the table, and a bank of computers lined the walls.

As they settled into their seats, a woman with short, dark hair entered the room. She carried a data pad and had a look of intense focus on her face. "Captain Cutter," she acknowledged with a nod before turning her attention to the group. "I understand we have a situation that requires my expertise. Oh my, new aliens? A robot?" Dr. Anderson stepped closer, eyeing Ratchet and Clank with a mixture of fascination and caution.

"These are Ratchet and Clank, visitors from another world," Anakin explained. "They possess technology unlike anything we've seen before, and I believe they can be of great help in this fight against the Banished."

Dr. Anderson nodded, her professional curiosity piqued. "I see. And what exactly is it that you do, Ratchet?" she asked, directing her question to the Lombax.

Ratchet grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, a little bit of everything, Doc! I'm an engineer, a mechanic, a fighter, galactic hero a few times over..."

"In other words, a jack of all trades, master of none," Clank interjected dryly, causing the room to chuckle.

Dr. Anderson's interest seemed to grow. "Fascinating. Your technology could be invaluable in understanding and potentially activating Forerunner structures. What kind of power sources do you use? Are they compatible with our systems, or do you have your own unique energy requirements?"

"Dr." Said Cutter, "I've called you here to discuss how to activate forerunner structures." Dr. Anderson turned to face the group, her professional demeanor returning. "Well, activating Forerunner structures is no small task. They're incredibly complex and hard to translate."

Captain Cutter continued, "Our best linguists and code breakers have been working on deciphering the ancient inscriptions and glyphs, but we're still far from a complete understanding. We could use your help, Doctor, in cracking this code. And Ratchet and Clank's technical expertise could prove invaluable in actually powering up these structures once we figure out how they work."

Dr. Anderson nodded thoughtfully, tapping her data pad. "I can certainly put my team on this. We'll need to correlate any information you can provide with what we've already uncovered. Forerunner tech is notoriously unpredictable - it could just as easily try to vaporize us as help us. But if we play our cards right..."

Bubba- "So next question. Which structure to explore first, and who to bring along"

Captain Cutter leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table as he considered the question. "That's a critical decision. We need to balance the potential gains against the risks involved." He glanced around the room, his gaze settling on each person in turn. "I suggest we start with the closest structure that shows the most promise. Based on our preliminary scans, there's a Forerunner installation not far from here that could have some kind of communication array. Or it could just be decorative for all we know. "

Dr. Anderson's eyes lit up at the mention of the installation. "I agree. The closest one would be ideal for a test run. We can gather data, study the architecture, and hopefully, activate a basic function without risking our entire operation." She turned to Ratchet and Clank. "Your input would be invaluable. You're clearly familiar with advanced technologies. Do you have any experience with Forerunner systems in particular?"

Ratchet scratched his head, his metal ear twitching. "Well, I've never worked with Forerunner tech before, but I've seen some pretty wild stuff in my travels. Could be interesting."

Clank interjected, his metallic voice tinged with enthusiasm, "I managed to decrypt some of their glyphs during our first spire visit. But It was Bubba who activated the console and spoke with the monitor."

“Bubba?” asked Cutter.

"Um yea, i know a thing or two…so me, Ratchet, Clank, the Dr. Who else should we send?"

Captain Cutter stood up from the table, his armor creaking softly as he moved. "We may need answers as to your… knowledge eventually Bubba, for now, I can't emphasize enough how dangerous this mission will be. We need the right team for it - professionals who know their stuff and won't panic if things go south. My Spartans know the banished best."

"We would be happy to help, we do stuff like this every week." smiled Anakin.

Bubba- "We should consider that other hostile groups might portal their way here. We should bring someone from each faction. I could get wilhelm or Julius, Anakin Ahsoka and Rex would be amazing team. Ratchet and Clank, plus red team might be enough? Maybe some odst incase we encountered numbers?"

Captain Cutter's face hardened at the mention of hostile groups. "You're right to be cautious. The Banished aren't the only threat out there. We've seen evidence of other factions using portals to move around, though we're not sure who or what they are." He turned to Dr. Anderson. "What do you think, Doctor? Can we handle this with just the team we have, or do we need to bring in more firepower?"

Dr. Anderson tapped her data pad, considering the options. "The more people we bring, the more complications we risk. But if we're dealing with unknown threats, we should be prepared." She looked at Anakin and Ahsoka.

"Your Jedi and my Spartans are formidable fighters, but they may not be enough if we encounter a large hostile force. I agree that bringing in the ODSTs could provide the firepower we need." Captain Cutter paused, then continued, "I think we should limit the team to the bare minimum necessary to complete the mission.:

Bubba- "A pelican full then, that could be the magic number here"

Captain Cutter nodded in agreement. "A Pelican full. That should give us the firepower and personnel we need to handle whatever we encounter." He turned to Dr. Anderson. "Doctor, can you assemble the necessary equipment and supplies for the mission? We'll need a variety of tools to study the Forerunner installation, as well as sufficient arms and armor for the team."

Dr. Anderson tapped a few commands into her data pad, her brow furrowed in concentration. "I can have everything ready within the hour. We'll need to requisition some gear from the armory, but I should be able to cobble together what we need from our existing stores." She looked up from her pad, her eyes narrowing slightly.

Bubba- "We’ll need to pick up one of.my magic friends, if we encounter their enemies even the spartans may be cooked. They break the rules of reality and it's not pretty"

Captain Cutter raised an eyebrow, intrigued by your words. "Magic friends? The ones who possess abilities that defy our understanding of physics and technology." He leaned back in his chair, his gaze steady. "If they can provide an edge in combat, then by all means, bring them along. We can't afford to underestimate the threats we might face."

Dr. Anderson looked up from her data pad, her eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and concern. "I've seen some extraordinary things in my career, but magic? That's a new one. If they can help us, then we should definitely consider including them in the team."

Bubba- "The portals lead to the multiverse captain. Expect the unexpected. We could find a hundred other spirit of fires for all we know. Or those magic users In the witch cult... we can pick up the magic user while y’all prepare here, we just need a pelican"

Captain Cutter's expression darkened as he absorbed the implications of your words. "The multiverse, you say? That changes things. If we're dealing with portals that can lead to any number of realities, we need to be prepared for anything." He turned to Dr. Anderson. "Doctor, make sure our team is equipped with the most advanced scanning and diagnostic tools we have. We need to be ready to adapt to any situation."

Dr. Anderson nodded, her fingers dancing over her data pad. "I'll make sure we have everything we need. Advanced sensors, diagnostic equipment, and a full complement of medical supplies. We'll be ready for whatever we encounter."
Captain Cutter turned back to you, his voice firm. "You've convinced me, Bubba. We'll prepare for a Pelican run to your location. I need to know the exact coordinates where we can pick you up, and how long you'll need to gather your 'friends'. "And please, be clear about the risks. We don't know what kind of security we'll face there, or what might come through those portals with us. Are you absolutely sure you can find and convince your allies to join us in this short timeframe?"

Bubba nods confidently. "I know where to go and who to get. Should only take an hour tops. "I've got someone that can change fate, but he may not leave his loves side. I've also got several advanced magic users, I'm absolutely sure I can convince atleast one to come along"

Captain Cutter's eyebrows shot up at your description. "Someone who can change fate? That could be invaluable. And several advanced magic users." He drummed his fingers on his desk, weighing the possibilities. "If what you're saying is true, these individuals could turn the tide in our favor."

Dr. Anderson looked up from her data pad, her interest clearly piqued. "Fate-changing magic, advanced magic users, and multiverse portals. This is starting to sound like the kind of science we only dreamed about." She turned to Captain Cutter. "Sir, if we're dealing with reality-warping abilities, we need to be prepared for the unexpected."

Bubba- "Well, let's roll out? It was a real pleasure captain. I look forward to seeing you again after this op."

Captain Cutter stood and extended his hand for a firm shake. "Likewise, Bubba. I'm counting on you and your team to deliver. The future of humanity in this universe could very well be at stake, and we don't have a moment to waste." His jaw clenched as he continued, his eyes revealing concern.

"Remember, if anything goes wrong, our ships are waiting on the outskirts. Just hail us and we'll be right there. Stay safe, and good luck finding your allies."

Dr. Anderson quickly packed up her equipment, and followed you and Cutter out of the room.
They all exit the captain's quarters and walk down the corridors of the UNSC Spirit of Fire.

Anakin, "so you've got people who can do things even the force cannot provide?" Anakin Skywalker's eyes widened with a mix of intrigue and skepticism as he processed your words. "Magic users who can do things beyond even the power of the Force? That's... that's quite a claim, Bubba." He paused, his brow furrowing as he considered the implications. "But if what you say is true, and they can help us in this fight against the Banished and the Sith, then we would be fools not to consider it."

Ahsoka Tano, standing beside Anakin, leaned forward with a curious expression. "Bubba, you've been through a lot with these 'magic users' as you call them."

Bubba- "I wouldn't say a lot. I just met them yesterday. But I gained their trust. It's a knack I have. Haha"

Anakin chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "A knack for gaining trust in a single day? I'd say that's quite an accomplishment, Bubba. Especially with magic users." He glanced at Ahsoka, who nodded in agreement.

Bubba- "I've made a decent impression on you two I hope. The most powerful force user, and the most beautiful one.” he said with a wink

Ahsoka's face turned slightly red, but she couldn't help but laugh at your flirtatious comment. "Bubba, you're quite the charmer, aren't you?" She playfully punched your arm, her usual stern demeanor softening. Anakin, however, cleared his throat and gave you a stern look, though amusement flickered in his eyes.

"Bubba, I appreciate the compliment, but let's focus on the task at hand, shall we? We have a lot to discuss about these magic users and what they might bring to our cause." He gestured for you to continue, his curiosity clearly piqued despite his attempt to maintain a professional demeanor.

“And it's usually Ratchet trying to woo every female we come across." Said clank.

"Hey! Not everyone..." said Ratchet.

The team made their way to the pelican where Jerome and some odst were waiting. Ratchet and Clank took their own ship which had docked moments earlier and left to meet them later at the site.

"We're ready to depart. Got told we're picking up magic users... I hope that's a joke." Said Jerome. Bubba, Anakin, and Ahsoka, board the Pelican dropship, with Jerome and the ODSTs accompanying them. As the ship lifts off from the hangar bay of the UNSC Spirit of Fire, Bubba can't help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation about the mission ahead.

"So, Bubba, tell us more about these magic users you're planning to recruit," Anakin says, leaning forward in his seat. "What kind of abilities are we talking about here?"

Ahsoka chimes in, "I've seen some pretty crazy stuff in my travels, but magic that can change fate?"

Bubba- "Well in my world we have a lot of fiction about magic and fantasy worlds. It's a lot like that, but y'all haven't read those. They can do things like a sword strike at any range, super strength, turning into a giant beast, spikes of ice and dark magic, giant spikes of this or that, boiling away your blood, magic healing, sword arts and spirit magic, manipulating the elements, the list goes on"

Jerome whistles, genuinely impressed. "Well, that does sound impressive. Almost like science fiction."

Anakin looks intrigued. "That sounds incredible, Bubba. Truly remarkable abilities." He exchanges a glance with Ahsoka, who nods thoughtfully.

"It would certainly give us an edge against the Banished and Sith if these magic users could back up such claims," Anakin muses. "We'd have to be very careful, of course. But I'd love to see it firsthand." He looks out the window at the starry expanse of space as the Pelican moves through the vast universe. "A power like that, combined with our technology, could be formidable. But I have to wonder."

Bubba- "I'm sure they could demonstrate for a moment before we depart. They may take a minute to decide who goes with us"

"That sounds like a wise precaution, Bubba," Anakin agrees. "I'd like to see a demonstration myself before we proceed any further." He turns to Ahsoka, who nods in agreement. "It's always best to be certain of the abilities and intentions of potential allies.

The Pelican continues its journey through the vast expanse of space, its engines humming steadily as it approaches the destination. The Pelican's engines hummed steadily as it approached the coordinates Bubba provided, the vast expanse of space stretching out endlessly around it. Inside the cramped quarters of the dropship, the conversation continued, with Anakin and Ahsoka expressing their intrigue at the concept of magic and its potential applications in their ongoing conflicts.

"I have to admit, Bubba, your description of these magic users is fascinating," Anakin said, his brow furrowed in thought. "The idea of being able to strike with a sword at any range, or manipulate the elements themselves... it's almost unfathomable from a Jedi perspective."
Ahsoka nodded, her expression pensive.

Bubba- "Hell, Garfeil would be thrilled to spar with you guys"

Anakin and Ahsoka's ears perk up at the mention of the magic users' abilities. "A magic user skilled at sparring would be invaluable for training purposes," Ahsoka comments, a hint of interest crossing her face.

Anakin nods thoughtfully, clearly intrigued. "Indeed, Bubba. If these individuals can match a Jedi in hand-to-hand combat, that would certainly make them a strong asset."

Jerome, the ODST leader, leans forward slightly, his combat experience piqued by this information. "Sparring sounds like a solid test of their abilities, especially for something as dynamic as magic," he says.

Bubba says "Then it's settled, y’all can spar while the others decide who to send along. Y’all are in for a real treat"

The Pelican dropship descends towards the designated landing zone, the hum of its engines echoing through the cabin. The landscape below is rolling grassy hills. The Roswall mansion rests in front of a cliff face. Pretty house they have there", said the pilot Anakin, Ahsoka, Jerome and the others gaze out the windows as the Pelican descends, the majestic Roswall mansion coming into view. The grand structure rests below a cliff overlooking lush green hills, its ornate architecture a testament to its occupants' wealth and status.

Jerome silently looks over the structure. "Quite the estate," he remarks. "I bet this Roswall fellow has some pretty impressive training facilities too. Good place to prepare for an assault on Atriox and the Banished."

Anakin nods, his gaze distant. "Indeed. With the combined might of the Republic, the Jedi Order, and potential allies like these magic users, we may stand a real chance against the Banished threat."

Landing now", said the pilot" The Pelican sets down smoothly on the expansive grounds of the Roswall mansion, its rotors still spinning as the doors lower. Through the open hatch, the group can see the mansion in full view - a grand structure of white marble and intricate stonework, its towering spires stretching towards the cloudless sky. The well-manicured lawns surround it, dotted with ornate fountains and statues that depict scenes from fantasy literature. Several people exit the mansion to greet them.

Subaru gets excited when he sees Bubba and rushes forward, his face lighting up with a wide grin. "Bubba! You made it back!" He grasps Bubba's shoulder, his enthusiasm palpable. "I was worried sick when the radio didn't work."

Bubba- "Sorry, I bet our new friends could lend you guys one of their radios. These are the jedi and the unsc"

Anakin, and Ahsoka disembark from the Pelican, followed by Jerome, the ODSTs. Roswall, rem, ram, Subaru and Garfeil are waiting and ready to see them.

"More gueeeests, how delightfuuuulll. I'm Roswall Mathers. These are my maids ram and rem, our shield Garfiel and our knight Subaru. Roswall extends his hand in a regal greeting. "Welcome to Roswall Manor. I trust your journey was pleasant?"

Anakin shakes Roswall's hand firmly, his gaze appraising. "It was. Thank you for your hospitality." He gestures to the others.

"Allow me to introduce my padowan Ahsoka Tano. I'm Anakin Skywalker."

Ahsoka gives a respectful nod, her hand moving to rest on her lightsaber hilt. "Pleasure to meet you, Lord Roswall. Your estate is quite… impressive."

Jerome steps forward, his ODST armor catching the sunlight. "I'm Master Sergeant Jerome-092, UNSC Special Operations. These are ODST and will be filling out our numbers." He glances at the mansion, then back to Roswall. "Your estate would make a fine training facility, if you're amenable to the idea."

Roswall's eyes sparkle with interest. "Indeed, Master Sergeant. We have ample space and resources for training." He turns to you, his gaze curious.

Bubba- "Roswall we’re here for a magic user or two to go on a mission. I think rem, garfeil, Wilhelm, Julius, or Subaru would make good fits. I'd say Emilia but I don't know if she should go, it's up to you guys"

"Me?" asks Subaru.

Roswall raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Subaru, you seem eager. Are you volunteering for this mission?"

"I don't know, I want to protect Emilia..." said Subaru. Emilia steps forward, her face set in a firm expression. "Subaru, I appreciate your concern, but I can take care of myself. If the mission requires my abilities, I should go." She turns to the new group, curiosity and resolve evident in her demeanor. "Bubba, what exactly is this mission about? And who are these new friends of yours?"

Bubba- "We have to enter another forerunner structure elsewhere on the planet. The Banished might show up. We have to get a coms array online to call for help from the UNSC or Republic. Like those radios I showed you, but massive, longer range."

"I see," Emilia says, nodding thoughtfully. "A mission to secure communication with our allies. It's a critical task." She glances at Subaru, her expression softening. "Subaru, I know you worry, but I'm capable of handling myself. And with the combined might of the Jedi, the UNSC, and our own party, I believe we can succeed."

Subaru looks torn, his concern for Emilia warring with his desire to be part of the mission. After a moment, he takes a deep breath. "Alright. If Emilia is going, then so am I. I won't let her face this danger alone."

Emilia smiles at him, gratitude shining in her eyes. “I'll bring my amazing self along as well, Roswall can defend everyone here by himself if he actually wanted to.", said Garfeil.

Roswall chuckles softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement and pride. "Very well, it seems we have our volunteers. Emilia, Subaru, and Garfeil, you will accompany our new allies on this mission. I have faith in your abilities and know you will serve as valuable assets." Roswall turns to Anakin, Ahsoka, and Jerome, his expression serious. "I trust you will keep them safe and return them to us unharmed. Our resources are yours to command, and I expect nothing but success."

Anakin nods solemnly, "We will do everything in our power to ensure their safety and the success of the mission." Jerome steps in, "Would you let mind a demonstration? Our people haven't encountered… magic."

"I suppose that could be arranged, though I'm shocked your people dont have magic at all," Roswall muses, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Perhaps a small demonstration would suffice to show our new allies the extent of our capabilities." He turns to Emilia, Subaru, and Garfeil, his gaze intense. "Prepare yourselves. We will showcase our powers to these Jedi and UNSC personnel. Remember, restraint and precision are key."

The three nod in understanding, their resolve evident. They move to the center of the courtyard, forming a loose triangle. Roswall steps back, watching with an appraising eye.
"Go ahead, my dear Emilia," he says, gesturing for her to begin. "Show them the beauty and power of your magic."

Emilia takes a deep breath, her eyes closing briefly as she centers herself. When she opens them several car sized spikes of ice penetrate a piece of the gardens The courtyard falls silent as the spikes of ice shimmer in the sunlight, casting prismatic reflections onto the surrounding walls and faces of the onlookers.

Anakin's eyes widened slightly, his curiosity piqued. "Impressive," he murmurs, his gaze flicking to Ahsoka, who nods in agreement, her own eyes reflecting the icy display.

"And this is just a fraction of Emilia's potential," Roswall says, his voice filled with pride and a hint of something darker, a glimmer of the power he wields over his subjects. "Her control and precision are unmatched."

Jerome, "Well that could definitely come In handy, could take out a pelican..."

"And now for my turn", said Garfeil. Using his foot he sent a wave of solid earth across the gardens, cutting through anything in its path.

"Oh myyyyy, the gardens will need some remodeling noooowwww." Said Roswall somewhat annoyed.

Anakin and Ahsoka exchange a meaningful look, clearly impressed by the display of magical abilities. "These powers could be very useful in our fight against the Banished," Anakin says, his hand absently moving to the hilt of his lightsaber. "Perhaps we could train together, learn to complement each other's skills."

Ahsoka nods in agreement, her eyes fixed on the magical displays. "Indeed. Your abilities could give us a significant advantage, especially in close-quarters combat or when facing overwhelming odds."

Roswall's lips curl into a satisfied smile, his eyes glinting with cunning. "Of course, Jedi. We would be more than happy to share our knowledge and skills with you."

Bubba- "Well, I'd certainly enjoy watching that. Subaru, us novices could stick together"

Subaru nods, stepping forward to stand beside Emilia and Garfeil. He looks at the Jedi and UNSC personnel, his expression determined. "I may not have magical abilities like Emilia and Garfeil, but I can hold my own in a fight. I've faced my share of dangers and come out alive. I'll do everything I can to support this mission and protect our team."

Subaru turns to Emilia and Garfeil, a small smile playing on his lips. "Let's show them what we've got. Remember, we're not just here to impress; we're here to prove that we can be valuable assets in this fight."

Emilia smiles back at Subaru, her eyes sparkling with determination.

Jerome, "let's try to think of formations and how to fight the banished together, Garfeil, Bubba said you've already fought them"

Garfeil nods solemnly, his gaze distant as he recalls the battle. "Indeed, My amazing self was key to our success. Their Banished soldiers are formidable, with heavy armor and weapons. They move in tight, coordinated formations, often using cover to their advantage. However, I found that magical abilities can disrupt their shields and create openings for attacks.”
Jerome listens intently to Garfeil's account of the Banished soldiers, his brow furrowed in thought. "So, magic can potentially penetrate their defenses?" he asks, his eyes flicking to Emilia and Garfeil. "That's a valuable piece of information. We'll need to incorporate that into our strategies."

Anakin and Ahsoka exchange a glance, their minds already churning with possibilities. "Perhaps we could create a formation where the magic users are flanked by our most skilled fighters," Anakin suggests, his gaze sweeping over the assembled group. "The Jedi and UNSC personnel could provide cover and support, while the magic users focus on weakening the Banished defenses."

Bubba- "They could launch attacks behind a defensive line of Jerome and the jedi, with the ODST, me, and Subaru filling in the gaps"

Anakin nods approvingly at your suggestion, his expression thoughtful. "An excellent plan. The combined might of our forces could indeed overwhelm even the most stubborn of defenses." He turns to Roswall, who has been watching the exchange with a calculating gaze. "Your magicians will have the protection and support they need. And in return, their unique skills will give us a significant tactical advantage."

Roswall inclines his head in agreement, a sly smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "A mutually beneficial arrangement, Jedi. I trust that with your leadership and the might of the UNSC, we shall emerge victorious." As the discussions continue, Emilia takes a step forward, her gaze fixed on Subaru. "I'm glad you're willing to fight alongside us, Subaru," Emilia says, her voice soft but filled with gratitude. "Your bravery and determination have always inspired me."

Subaru smiles warmly at Emilia, his eyes filled with affection. "I could never leave you to face this alone, Emilia-tan! We're in this together, no matter what happens."

"Hmp, like always I will have to protect my contractor I suppose." Beatrice sighs as she reaches the group.

Garfeil nods in agreement, his tone full of bravado, clapping Subaru on the shoulder. "Damn right we are! The three of us, unstoppable! We'll show those Banished scum what happens when they mess with Emilia Camp!"

Emilia chuckles, shaking her head at Garfeil's enthusiasm. "I appreciate the confidence, Garfeil, but let's not get ahead of ourselves. We still have a lot to learn and prepare for."

Jerome, "Sadly we don't have much time. We need to leave for the forerunner coms array asap."

Anakin and Ahsoka exchange a solemn nod, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily upon them. "Indeed," Anakin intones, his voice low and serious. "Every moment we delay is another moment for the Banished to strengthen their hold on this world and beyond."

Ahsoka steps forward, "We must move with haste and purpose. The lives of countless innocents across the galaxy hang in the balance."

Roswall clears his throat, drawing the attention of the assembled group. "Then it is settled. Anakin, Ahsoka, and Jerome, you shall accompany Emilia, Subaru, Beatrice and Garfeil on this critical mission."

Bubba- "Subaru, let's get you some gear from the ODST that are accompanying us. Your whip won't be very effective vs opponents with armour and rifles"

Subaru nods solemnly, understanding the wisdom in his words. "You're right, Bubba. I can't afford to underestimate our enemies, especially if they're as formidable as you say." He turns to Jerome, his expression hopeful. "Master Sergeant, do you think you could outfit me with some more suitable gear for this mission?"

Jerome gives a curt nod, his eyes gleaming with approval. "Absolutely. I have just the thing for you. If everyone is ready we should head back to the Pelican." He gestures for Subaru and the others to follow him.

"Ah just let me say goodbye to Rem-change, she would never forgive me otherwise.", Subaru takes a moment to hug Rem, who had been silent with Ram during this time. She blushed heavily.

As Subaru embraces Rem, her eyes sparkling with a mix of embarrassment and affection. "Be careful, Subaru," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "We'll be here waiting for your return."

Ram, smirks, "Hopefully he'll learn some discipline from these people." A

As Subaru pulls away from Rem, he offers her a reassuring smile. "I'll be back before you know it, Rem. I promise. I'm a lot tougher with Beatrice around!" He turns to Ram, his expression playful. "And don't worry, Ram. I'll make sure to pick up some tips from the Jedi and the UNSC. Maybe I'll even come back with a few new tricks up my sleeve."

Ram raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Just don't get yourself killed out there, Subaru. We need you to peel potatoes tonight."

Jerome leads ySubaru to the nearby Pelican, where he opens a storage compartment. Inside, they find a variety of ODST gear - tactical vests, helmets, and weapons. "Here, Subaru, Bubba. This armor should provide you with better protection than your current attire. And these weapons will give you more options in combat."

Subaru examines the gear with growing excitement, his fingers tracing the sleek lines of the helmet. "Wow, this is amazing! I never thought I'd get to wear something like this." He quickly dons the armor, securing the various pieces with practiced efficiency. The tactical vest fits snugly, and the helmet feels surprisingly lightweight for its apparent durability. As everyone boards the pelican the ODST observes the newcomers. "So, just how old are you guys?" One asked Beatrice hufs, "Well over 400 years i suppose.

Jerome turns to the ODST, his voice firm yet respectful. "These are our allies, and they'll be fighting alongside us. Show them the same respect you would any other soldier."

The ODST nods, taking a step back. "Understood, Sergeant. Just trying to get a sense of who we're working with." He turns to Subaru, Emilia, and Garfeil, extending a hand. "Name's Corporal Harris. Welcome aboard. We'll do our best to keep you safe out there."

Subaru shakes Harris's hand, a determined look in his eyes. "Thanks, Corporal. We appreciate it. But we're here to fight, not just to be protected." The pelican lifts off and begins its journey to the forerunner coms array, hoping to beat most of the banished forces to it. Anakin, Ahsoka, and Subaru sit at the front of the Pelican with the pilots while the rest are in the main cabin. Through the windshield, they can see the vast, alien landscape below - a mosaic of strange plant life and otherworldly formations. The journey seems endless, a reminder of just how far the team has to travel to reach the comms array.

Jerome, standing by the main hatch, addresses everyone: "We're about an hour out folks. Use the time to review mission parameters and rest if you can." He turns to Anakin and Ahsoka, lowering his volume. "How are our new allies handling the flight?" Anakin glances back at the passengers, his blue eyes scanning their faces. "They seem to be adjusting well, all things considered. Though I can't help but notice your young friend there is a bit on edge." He nods towards Subaru, who is fidgeting with the new ODST gear.

Ahsoka's looks back, noting Subaru's nervous energy. "He's just nervous, I think. This is a big step for someone so young." She turns back to Anakin, speaking softly. "We need to keep an eye on him. His inexperience could be dangerous for everyone if we're not careful."

Jerome nods in agreement, "Bubba, just what was Subaru's special power?"

"Ah, more stuff no one will believe. His power cannot be spoken aloud, lest we all perish"

Anakin, Ahsoka, and Jerome exchange concerned looks at your cryptic response. "You can't even tell us what his power is?" Anakin asks, speaking in a hushed tone. "That's troubling."

Ahsoka leans forward, "If we're going into battle with Subaru, we need to know what we're dealing with." Jerome nods.

Bubba- "Just imagine me but with less rifle experience. His power is... only really useful if we're out of options"

Anakin's brow furrows as he processes your words, while Ahsoka's expression turns thoughtful. "So, he's a wildcard," Ahsoka murmurs. "Someone whose abilities might turn the tide when all else fails."

Jerome crosses his arms, his gaze steady. "That's a risky asset to have, but it could be a game-changer. We'll need to keep a close eye on him, to ensure he's ready when the time comes."

The Pelican continues its journey, the hum of its engines a steady drone against the alien landscape. Subaru, still fidgeting with his new gear, looks out at the passing scenery, his mind a whirl of thoughts and emotions.

Bubba- "How's it going Sub? I know I laid a lot on you yesterday, and today isn't any different I guess."

Subaru looks over, his new ODST helmet clattering softly as he moves. "It's going okay, I think. The gear feels a bit... bulky, but I'll get used to it." He adjusts the straps on his tactical vest, his movements hesitant and uncertain. "I'm just a little worried, Bubba. What if I can't do what's needed when we reach the comms array?"

Bubba’s face relaxes as he approaches him, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Sub, listen to me. You've faced challenges before - this is no different. Remember what you learned back at Roswall Manor? Sometimes the most important thing isn't how you start, but how you finish."

Subaru's shoulders relax slightly under his touch, some of the tension easing from his posture. "You're right, I know. It's just... this is all so new. The gear, the mission, the Banished - it's overwhelming." He looks out the Pelican's window again, watching the strange alien landscape blur past. "What if I freeze up when we need me most? What if I can't protect Emilia like I promised?"

You squeeze his shoulder gently, your voice firm but understanding. "Hey, none of us are perfect, Sub. Even the Jedi mess up sometimes. The key is to stay focused, trust in your training, and don't lose sight of why you're here. "Besides, the Banished probably wouldn't keep you prisoner, so you know what would activate"

"That's a grim thought, Bubba," Subaru says, shuddering at the idea. "I guess I'm just lucky to have friends like you and Emilia by my side. Oh and of course you Beako!" He looks over at you, his expression a mix of gratitude and apprehension. "I just wish I had more time to train, to be fully prepared for what's coming."

Bubba nods in understanding. "I hear you, Sub. But sometimes life doesn't give us the luxury of being fully prepared. We have to make the best of what we have and trust in our abilities." You pause, considering your next words carefully. "And remember, you're not alone in this. "Just keep an eye on your ammunition. Maybe practice changing the mags?"

Subaru nods, taking a deep breath to steady himself. "You're right, Bubba. I need to focus on the basics. I can do this." He begins to practice changing the magazine on his Battle rifle, his movements slow and deliberate at first, but gradually becoming more fluid and confident.

Ahsoka, noticing the exchange, turns to face the two of you, her eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and concern. "Subaru, I've seen your determination, and I believe in you. But remember, it's not just about physical prowess or tactical skill. It's about trusting in your instincts and the connections you have with those around you."

Bubba- "Oh and if you find a blue grenade remember they are sticky... that goes for you jedi as well"

Ahsoka's eyes widen slightly, surprise and amusement playing across her face. "Is that a tactical tip or are you suggesting something, Bubba?" She teases, but you can see she's filing the information away.

Jerome chuckles at the exchange. "Not bad advice, soldier. The Banished have a nasty habit of using plasma grenades. Good to know they don't discriminate - even Jedi get stuck if they're not careful."

Subaru's face contorts in concern at the new threat, but he nods in understanding. "I'll definitely keep an eye out for anything blue and suspicious."

Bubba- "Luckily the jedi are used to deflecting plasma. Emilia? Your magic controls temperature too right? Could you try cooling down the enemy shots if we're in a good spot?"

Emilia looks up from her preparations, her eyes meeting yours with a mix of determination and uncertainty. "I... I think so, Bubba. My ice magic can lower temperatures, so in theory, I should be able to cool down the plasma bolts. But I've never tried it before."

“Tell me about yourself Emilia? You dress like a noble.", Ahsoka

Emilia blushes slightly at the question, glancing down at her elegant gown and then back up at Ahsoka. "I suppose I do dress like a noble, don't I? Well, that's because I am one, in a way. I'm the half-elf candidate for the throne backed by Roswall, the lord of the manor."

"Yall got elves over there?" One ODST asked with excitement.

Bubba- "Yea, Subaru gets all the fun stuff, haha. But the demi humans aren't always treated properly over there. Especially elves and half elves."

Emilia's face darkens slightly at your words, a shadow passing over her features. "You're right, Bubba. The treatment of demi-humans can be... challenging, to say the least. Even as a candidate for the throne, I've faced discrimination and prejudice." She straightens her posture, pride and resolve evident in her stance.

Ahsoka listens intently, her head tilted slightly to one side. "That's... that's terrible. I can't imagine facing such discrimination, especially in a position of power." She pauses, then adds, "But it seems you've risen above it, Emilia. That takes incredible strength and character."

"That's my Emilia! EMT!" Subaru exclaimed Emilia smiles softly at Subaru's words, a touch of warmth returning to her eyes. "Thank you, Subaru. Your support means more to me than you know." She turns back to Ahsoka, her expression growing more serious. "It hasn't been easy, but I've learned to use my experiences as fuel for my determination. I won't let prejudice hold me back from what I believe in, or from protecting those I care about."

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Ahsoka nods, a look of respect and understanding in her gaze. "I admire your strength, Emilia. It's clear you have a powerful spirit, and I have no doubt you'll use it to make a difference in this fight against the Banished." The ride in the pelican continued until they reached the forerunner compound. A large geometric building loomed, surrounded by what could pass as radar dishes.

Subaru whistled, "These guys know there stuff."

"Sir we've got contact!" Said the pilot, "Banished forces have already penetrated the structure. They've just begun to set up defenses by the looks of it."

"Can you get us down there pilot?" Jerome

"Can a blind squirrel find a nut? Damn straight I can sergeant, everyone hang on! Prep to disembark!" The Pelican dropship descends rapidly, its engines roaring as it maneuvers between the geometric structures of the Forerunner compound. Through the windscreen, Bubba can see Banished forces already establishing defensive positions around the perimeter, their armor glinting in the harsh light.

As the ship touches down, the side hatch opens with a hiss, revealing a chaotic scene. Banished troops are swarming the area, setting up automated turrets and deploying shield generators. The air is thick with the smell of burnt grasses and burning metal, punctuated by the occasional burst of plasma fire. "Alright, we move fast and we move smart!" Jerome barks out, already moving to the exit.

Bubba- "Sub let's hold the rear, Beatrice has limited mana right now, right? "

Subaru nods, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Right behind you, Bubba. I'll make sure nothing gets past us." He turns to Beatrice, who looks slightly drained but determined. "Beatrice, you focus on what you can do best."

The girl gets on subarus' back and shoots a few crystals at the Banished forces. "I suppose I may help, somewhat." She says. As the group disembarks, the cacophony of battle engulfs them. Plasma bolts streak across the sky, and the ground trembles under the weight of heavy machinery. Bubba, Subaru, and Beatrice move swiftly to take up positions at the rear, providing cover for the others as they advance. The Banished forces, a motley crew of armored brutes and Unggoy, are already well-entrenched, their defenses formidable.

Emilia, her eyes glowing with a cold, ethereal light, begins to weave her magic. The air around her shimmers as she focuses on the incoming plasma bolts, the hot balls cooling down and falling out of the air uselessly.

The brutes are stunned by this, and begin to use their spike rifles in a more controlled manner, their heavy armor deflecting the weakened bolts. "Impressive, Emilia! Keep it up!" Ahsoka shouts, her lightsaber cutting through the air as she engages a group of Banished soldiers.

Subaru tenses, his hands quivering slightly as he readies himself for combat. He's never been in a situation like this before, but he's determined to do his part. Beatrice's fingers work rapidly, channeling her remaining magic into small, glittering crystals that she hurls at the Banished forces with surprising accuracy.

Bubba- "Sub just find an opening and wait for them to exit cover. Keep walking behind the marines!"

Subaru nods, following your advice to the letter. He moves slowly, methodically, his footsteps soft on the alien ground as he keeps pace behind the ODST team. The Banished forces seem content to keep their positions, using the geometric structures for cover. Beatrice stays on Subaru, her fingers moving swiftly as she creates more crystals.

Suddenly, one of the Banished brutes spots the group and shouts a warning in their guttural tongue. The heavy machine gunner spins, bringing his massive weapon to bear on your position. Emilia's eyes glow even brighter as she prepares a spell, while Ahsoka leaps into action, her lightsaber humming to life.
"Incoming!"

Jerome kneels down with a large bulky weapon, it glows red hot before a huge red blast is sent out, destroying the gunner battery in a fireball. "Spartan Laser" He says. Anakin gives him a quick smirk of being impressed. The Banished forces, caught off guard by the sudden and precise counterattack, scramble to regroup. Subaru's heart pounds in his chest as he watches the chaos unfold, his grip tightening on his weapon. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. He can see the Banished forces beginning to shift their positions, attempting to flank the group. He knows he has to act fast.

"Subaru, keep an eye out for any stragglers!" Ahsoka calls out, her voice cutting through the din of battle. She moves with a fluid grace, her lightsaber a blur of motion as she takes down any Banished soldiers who dare to cross her path. Garfeil is having a field day. Launching earth and spikes into the Banished forces. Sending some flying sky high from earth pillars erupting from the ground. Those brutes foolish enough to get close were swatted away like loose paper.

Jerome lowers his laser and takes stock of their situation. "Alright people, we got the upper hand now but it ain't gonna last long! Emilia, can you keep cooling their guns?"

Emilia focuses her power and nods. "I'll keep doing my best. Her eyes glow an even brighter blue as she channels more power, and the Banished plasma rifles start to sputter and fizzle as they attempt to fire.

"Good job, Emilia! Keep it up!" Ahsoka encourages as she engages a Banished Elite. The massive warrior wielding a energy sword and coming down on her own lightsaber as a duel began. The Banished Elite's massive form towers above Ahsoka, its armor covered in crude runes that pulse with an otherworldly light. The warrior's face is obscured by a tattered helmet, but its red eyes burn with malice as it brings its energy sword down with devastating force. Ahsoka parries the blow with her own lightsaber, the clash of blue and green blades creating a spectacular display of energy and sparks.

The Elite presses its advantage, its superior strength allowing it to drive Ahsoka back. It feints with a low swing before bringing its blade up in an arc aimed at her head. Ahsoka deflects, but the sheer power behind the strike sends her stumbling. Ahsoka regains her footing, her breath coming in quick gasps. She knows she can't afford to be on the defensive for long. She takes a moment to assess her opponent, looking for any weaknesses in its form or technique. The Elite's movements are brutal and direct, but there's a predictability to them. She sees an opening and takes it, lunging forward with a swift, precise strike aimed at the Elite's side. The Banished warrior grunts in pain as the lightsaber cuts through its armor, leaving a deep gash.

Meanwhile, Subaru, seeing the Elite engaged with Ahsoka, feels a surge of determination. He knows he can't let her fight alone. Subaru breathes slowly and takes a shot, hitting the elite in the knee .The Banished Elite staggers, its knee buckling under the sudden impact. Ahsoka seizes the opportunity, pressing her advantage with a flurry of precise strikes. The Elite's energy sword clatters to the ground, severed from its grasp, as Ahsoka delivers a final, decisive blow. The Elite crumples, defeated, and Ahsoka turns to Subaru, a nod of gratitude and respect in her eyes.

"Nice shot, Subaru!" she calls out, her voice steady despite the battle raging around them. Subaru feels a rush of pride and relief, his heart pounding with adrenaline.

He nods back, his grip on his weapon tightening as he scans the battlefield for the next threat. Taking aim and shooting a grunt in the face Subaru grimaces and doubles over, nauseated. The ODST Hawkins pulled up the young man gave him encouragement. Subaru managed to calm down and continue, his heart racing under the unfamiliar ODST armor.

While Subaru is shooting the team presses forward, the Jedi blocking the enemy fire. Bubba manages to grab the fallen energy sword for himself, feeling its weight and power in his hands. The weapon pulses with an eerie blue glow, emanating a strange, otherworldly energy. As he holds it, he can sense the immense potential for destruction contained within the blade. He takes a moment to get accustomed to the new weapon, testing its balance and grip. The energy sword feels foreign in his hands compared to your usual weapon, but he knows it could prove to be a valuable asset in the heat of battle.

Suddenly, a group of Banished Brutes charges forward, their massive forms lumbering towards the allies with unbridled aggression. As the Banished Brutes barrel towards the group, Bubba instinctively activates the energy sword. The blade flares to life, humming with a malevolent energy. Bubba grips the hilt tightly, bracing himself for the onslaught.

The first Brute reaches him, swinging a massive spiked club with devastating force. Bubba parries the blow with his energy sword, the clash of weapons sending a shockwave through his arms. The Brute presses its advantage, raining down a flurry of blows, but he manages to deflect each one, his reflexes sharpened by the adrenaline coursing through his veins. He finds himself in a fierce duel with the Banished Brute, the creature's immense strength matched only by its relentless aggression. As he parries and deflect its attacks, he notices the other members of your group engaging the remaining Brutes and Banished forces. Emilia continues to channel her ice magic, freezing the Brutes' weapons and slowing their movements. Garfeil summons earthen spikes, impaling the lumbering creatures and sending them crashing to the ground. Jerome and the ODSTs lay down suppressing fire, their weapons tearing through the Banished ranks.

In the midst of the chaos, you spot a group of Banished Elite Warriors approaching, their energy swords humming with deadly power. As he parries and deflect Brute's relentless blows, he sees an opening in its defense. With a calculated risk, Bubba releases his grip on the hilt of the energy sword and swiftly draws a fragmentation grenade from his tactical harness. In a fluid motion, he lobs the explosive towards the group of incoming Banished Elites, praying his aim holds true. The grenade spirals through the air, and for a breathless moment, it seems suspended in time as the battle continues to rage around him.

Suddenly, a deafening explosion rocks the battlefield as the grenade detonates, showering the area with lethal shrapnel. The blast tears through the ranks of the Banished, sending bodies flying and scattering their resolve. The explosion creates a momentary distraction, giving him the opportunity he needs to turn the tide against the relentless Brute he is locked in combat with. Seizing the opening, channeling all his strength and focus into a single, decisive strike. His energy sword, still glowing with an otherworldly power, slices through the air and impacts the Brute's spiked club with a blinding flash of energy. The weapon shatters into a thousand razor-sharp shards, which embed themselves deep into the creature's flesh, drawing a bellow of pain and rage from its gaping maw. Finally free to strike Bubba slams the energy sword straight into its belly

The energy sword pierces the Brute's thick hide, sinking deep into its flesh. The creature lets out a deafening roar of agony, its eyes wide with shock and pain. Bubba feels the sword's energy pulse through his arms as it cuts through the Brute's internal organs, the creature's life force draining away in an instant. With a final, shuddering breath, the Brute collapses to the ground, its massive form twitching spasmodically before falling still.

Bubba swiftly withdraws the energy sword, the blade slick with the creature's dark, viscous blood. The banished forced retreat into the structure as a familiar ship lowers down, Ratchet and Clank emerge. "What did I miss?" He asks as the team regains their breath. Ratchet and Clank approach the rest of the team as they take a moment to catch their breath. "Looks like you guys have been having quite the battle," Ratchet remarks, his eyes scanning the carnage left in the allies' wake. The bodies of the fallen Banished lie strewn across the battlefield, their once proud forms now reduced to lifeless husks.

"Not much, just the usual- banished, and some elites. We did alright though, and I'm getting better with this thing," Bubba replied, giving the energy sword a little twirl. "Did you have any luck?"

Ratchet grins, patting his robotic companion on the back. "You could say that." Clank, "We managed to map out the structure with our scanners before the Banished arrived, but we're unable to enter without a reclaimer. We had to lose some banished ships before we could head back."

"Well the structure is open now, let's head inside. I'll take point with the Jedi, Emilia and Garfeil can come behind us.", Jerome said. Bubba and the team cautiously enter the structure, weapons at the ready. The interior is dimly lit, with strange symbols etched into the walls. They can feel a palpable energy emanating from deep within the complex. As they delve deeper, they encounter a series of locked doors and barriers that Jerome and his UNSC team must disable with their high-tech equipment. The Jedi, using the Force, help guide them through the twisting corridors and stairways.

Eventually, they reach what appears to be the central chamber. The air is thick with an otherworldly energy that makes the hair on the back of Bubba’s neck stand on end. The banished are set up inside, seemingly trying to use the comms array As Bubba and the allies step into the central chamber, the hum of ancient technology fills the air, pulsating with a rhythm that seems to resonate within his very soul. The Banished forces, caught off guard by the sudden intrusion, scramble to form a defensive line. The chamber is vast, with towering pillars of shimmering crystal stretching towards a ceiling lost in shadows. At the far end, a massive Forerunner console dominates the space, its surface adorned with intricate glyphs that seem to dance and shift in the dim light.

Bubba- "Ratchet! Can you get me and Clank to the console?"

Ratchet nods, his hand already reaching for the tools strapped to his utility belt. "Clank, open up and let's get them there. Looks like the Jedi and the UNSC can hold the line for now."

With a hiss of hydraulics, Clank transforms into a hover platform, his repulsor fields glowing with an intense blue light. Ratchet boosts Bubba up, and they quickly scramble onto the platform, crouching low to maintain your balance. "Alright, here we go! Hold on tight!" Ratchet calls out, his voice barely audible over the hum of the Forerunner machinery and the cacophony of the battle raging around them. Clank surges forward, his repulsor fields propelling them swiftly across the chamber. The air whips around them as they accelerate, the battle behind them becoming a blur of laser fire and clashing blades. Bubba grips the edges of the platform tightly, his knuckles white as he lean into the wind. The console looms ahead, its surface a swirling vortex of ancient symbols and pulsating energy.

As they approach, the symbols on the console begin to react to their presence, their glow intensifying and casting eerie shadows on the walls. Bubba can feel the power radiating from the device in his bones, a raw and untamed force that seems to resonate with the energy sword still clutched in his hand.

Bubba- "Clank let's get this up and running, find out what the Banished were doing. Ratchet cover us, let me know if you need a hand"

Ratchet nods grimly, his eyes never leaving the battle unfolding behind them. "Will do, but I think I can handle this bunch. You two focus on the console." With that, he leaps from Clank's platform, his wrench already in hand, and charges headlong into the fray. The sound of clashing metal and pained howls fills the air as he lays into the Banished forces with a fury that belies his small stature.

Meanwhile, Bubba and Clank approach the console, the ancient device pulsing with an otherworldly energy that seems to beckon them closer. Clank extends a slender manipulator arm, his sensors probing the surface of the console. The console hums louder, the glyphs pulsating in a rhythm that seems to sync with Bubba's heartbeat. Clank's sensors glow brighter, and he begins to interface with the Forerunner technology, his mechanical whirring filling the air. Bubba watches in awe as the symbols on the console shift and change, responding to Clank's commands.

"Clank, what are you seeing?" he asks, his voice barely audible over the hum of the console and the distant sounds of battle.

Clank's optical sensors flicker, and a holographic display materializes above the console. It shows a complex network of lines and nodes, pulsating with energy. "It appears the Banished were attempting to tap into the Forerunner network, Bubba," Clank explains, his voice tinged with concern. "They were trying to use this console to access the portal system to call for even more banished forces. It appears their plan is to gather banished from multiple universes."

Bubba stares at the holographic display, a sense of unease settling in the pit of his stomach. The implications of the Banished's plan are staggering - if they succeed in gathering forces from multiple universes, the scale of the threat they pose will be immeasurable. He glances back at the battle raging behind him, the Jedi and UNSC forces holding the line against the Banished onslaught, and you know that every second counts.

Bubba says "Is there anyway to tell what reality the come array is speaking with? The Banished should have a UNSC in their realities as well!"

Clank's optical sensors flicker as he delves deeper into the Forerunner console's data streams. "Bubba, I'm detecting a complex web of quantum entanglements that span multiple realities," he explains, his voice tinged with a hint of unease. "The Banished seem to have found a way to exploit these connections, allowing them to communicate and coordinate across different universes."

Bubba- "Can we send our own message?"

Clank's mechanical whirring quickens as he processes his suggestion. "It's risky, but...yes. I believe it's possible for us to exploit the same quantum entanglement to send a message of our own, Bubba."

He grips Clank's metallic shoulder, a plan already taking shape in your mind. "Alright, Clank. Let's do it. Can we send a message to the UNSC in those universes? We need to warn them of this threat." He hears the sounds of battle intensify, and worries for his companions. The holographic display flickers as Clank begins to interface with the console, the glyphs shifting rapidly in response.

Clank's sensors glow with an intense, almost blinding light as he works. "I'm patching into the quantum network, Bubba. But I'll need to work quickly - the Banished signal is already beginning to overload the system. We have a small window of opportunity before the entire array becomes destabilized.

"Tell me when." Says Bubba. Clank's sensors flicker wildly as he frantically works to establish a connection through the quantum network. The console's hum rises to a deafening pitch, the glyphs pulsing in an erratic, almost seizure-like rhythm. "I've got a lock on the UNSC frequencies, Bubba!" Clank shouts over the din. "But I need you to input the message. It has to be precise."

Bubba leans in close to the console, his heart pounding in his chest as he focuses on the holographic display. The swirling patterns of light coalesce into a shimmering field of text, pulsing with an otherworldly energy. "Clank send this location, I'll send the message. Mayday, mayday this is the UNSC Spirit of Fire. Banished forces are crossing realities at this shield world to amass an army. Multiple neutral parties present, portals unstable!"

Clank's mechanical fingers dance over the console, inputting the location data with lightning-fast precision. The holographic display flickers, and the text he's input begins to pulse with an urgent, rhythmic energy. The console's hum reaches a fever pitch, and the air around them crackles with tension. "Message sent, Bubba!" Clank exclaims, his voice barely audible over the cacophony. "But we need to move fast. The Banished are trying to override the system."
Bubba glanced back at the battle, seeing the Jedi and UNSC forces pushing back against the Banished onslaught. Anakin and Ahsoka are fighting side by side, their lightsabers a blur of motion.

Bubba yells, "Ratchet, we're done here!"

"On it, Bubs!" Ratchet calls back, already firing his Wrecking Ball at the Banished forces. The heavy weapon slams into a group of Banished soldiers, scattering them like bowling pins. "Anakin, cover us!" The Jedi Master complies, igniting his blade and creating a defensive barrier around the group.

"You have to leave NOW!" Ahsoka shouts, deflecting incoming fire as she pushes towards the exit.

Behind Bubba, the comms array suddenly emits a blinding flash of energy. “They're attempting to overload the entire system." The air crackles with intense energy as the comms array releases a massive burst of power, threatening to tear apart the very fabric of reality. The allies quickly retreat, the Banished forces momentarily distracted by the chaos erupting from the array. As they reach the exit, Bubba hears a deafening explosion behind them, followed by a reality-bending shriek that makes your teeth ache. The Banished soldiers nearest to the array simply cease to exist, their forms dissolving into a swirling vortex of light and shadow.

"The array is destabilizing!" Clank warns, his sensors flickering wildly. "We need to get clear of this area immediately, or we'll be pulled into the quantum vortex!"

Bubba sighs, "It can't ever be easy can it?"

Ratchet grunts, "Never is, Bubs. But we're still standing, and that's what counts." He slings his Wrecking Ball over his shoulder, eyes scanning the chaotic battlefield as they all rush out of the central chamber. The Banished forces, though momentarily disoriented, are already beginning to regroup, their eerie cries echoing through the ancient structure.

Anakin, his lightsaber humming softly, takes the lead, Ahsoka close behind. "We need to find a safe distance," Anakin says, his voice steady despite the chaos. "The destabilization could cause unpredictable ripples in reality." As they sprint through the maze-like corridors, the ground trembles beneath their feet.

"I've called our ride for dispatch! Let's make it back to the landing pad", Jerome said" They all burst out of the Forerunner compound, the reality-warping energies of the destabilizing coms array close behind.

Anakin, his lightsaber humming softly, takes the lead, Ahsoka close behind. "We need to find a safe distance," Anakin says, his voice steady despite the chaos. "This place is coming down!."

As they sprint through the maze-like corridors, the ground trembles beneath their feet. The air crackles with energy, and the very walls seem to warp and twist around them.

Bubba gets a brain blast- "Emilia, could you send us flying away on an ice spike?"

Emilia nods, her eyes narrowing with determination. She takes a deep breath, and the air around her begins to shimmer with an icy chill. "I can do this," she murmurs, more to herself than to anyone else. She raises her hands, and the ground beneath her feet begins to freeze, a layer of glittering ice spreading outwards in a perfect circle.

The ice spike erupts from the frozen ground with a deafening crack, shooting upwards into the sky like a crystalline spear. Emilia leaps onto the spike, and with a wave of her hands, she summons a second spike, and then a third. "Quickly, everyone!" she calls out, her voice barely audible over the roaring wind. The allies leap onto the ice spikes, the frigid wind whipping at their faces as they ascend rapidly into the sky. Below, the Forerunner compound shudders and groans, the reality-warping energies tearing at its very foundations. The Banished forces, momentarily stunned by the sudden disappearance of their comms array, quickly regain their composure and begin firing at your retreating forms.

Emilia, her hands glowing with an otherworldly blue light, guides the ice spikes with preternatural precision. She weaves and dodges, the spikes twisting and turning to avoid the incoming fire.

Jerome, "There's the pelican! Lead us up Emilia!" Emilia nods, her eyes narrowing with determination.

"You got this Emilia-tan!", Subaru calls out to her as the ice spike sails through the air to the pelican. Emilia's hands glow brighter as she guides the ice spikes with expert precision, weaving between the Banished fire.

"Almost there!" she calls out, her voice straining with the effort of maintaining the massive ice constructs. The Pelican looms closer, its engines roaring to life as it prepares for an emergency landing.

Just as they reach the Pelican, a massive explosion rocks the Forerunner compound below. The resulting shockwave hits the ice spikes, causing Emilia to stumble. "Emilia!" Subaru shouts in alarm as the ice structures waver.

Emilia grits her teeth, fighting to maintain control, but the strain is clearly visible on her face. "I need more power!" Beatrice gives Emilia her mana as the pelican maneuvers to catch them Beatrice, seeing Emilia's struggle, quickly moves to her side, placing a hand on her shoulder. A soft glow emanates from Beatrice's palm, and Emilia's eyes widen as she feels a surge of power coursing through her veins. "I'll help i suppose!," Beatrice says, her voice steady and reassuring. The ice spikes beneath your feet stabilize, their crystalline surfaces glowing with renewed vigor.

The Pelican, piloted by a skilled UNSC pilot, maneuvers expertly to catch the allies and bewildered ODSTs. The dropship's ramp lowers, revealing the interior bathed in harsh, fluorescent light. "Hold on tight!" the pilot's voice crackles over the comms. The squad rushes into the pelican as debris from the exploring compound begins to follow the sky "All clear, launching!" The Pelican's engines roar to life, the aircraft rapidly ascending. The Banished forces, enraged by their thwarted plan, fire upon the departing craft. The ship lurches and tilts violently, and Emilia and Beatrice struggle to maintain control of the ice constructs as the pilot attempts evasive maneuvers.

Through the Pelican's drop ramp, Bubba sees the Forerunner compound shuddering ominously, reality-warping energies crackling along its surface like lightning. Suddenly, the structure tears open at the seams, massive rifts appearing in space-time. The Banished, realizing their position is about to become very precarious, scramble for the exit. "Bubba, you were worried about being able to help. I think your ideas and fighting were top notch." Anakin told you as the ship exited the atmosphere alongside Ratchet and Clank's ship.

"I'm impressed." Ahsoka said.

Bubba grins- "I'm enchanted!”, he joked flirtingly as everyone took a seat

Anakin chuckles, shaking his head as he takes a seat next to you. "You've got a unique way with words, Bubba. I like it." He turns to look at the others, his expression sobering. "We need to regroup and assess our next move. That was a close call, and we can't afford to underestimate the Banished again."

Ahsoka, her lekku swaying gently as she moves, takes a seat across from you. "Agreed. We need to understand what we're up against. The Banished ability to manipulate reality is a game-changer." She looks at Emilia and Beatrice, gratitude evident in her eyes.

Bubba- "At Least they can't call for more reinforcement. But I suppose neither can we. We should contact the monitor, or begin to hit the spires. I think?"

The ODSTs seemed in awe of the magic users, a newfound respect having formed.

"We're contacting the Spirit and the Republic fleet now", Jerome said. The Pelican's comm system flickers to life, a holographic display materializing in the air. Captain Cutter's lined face appears, his eyes narrowed with concern and curiosity.

"We've detected some unusual energy signatures from that compound. Care to explain what just happened there?" Cutter asks.

Dr. Anderson appears next to Cutter, her face showing equal parts scientific interest and concern. "We got a good look at your magic allies from Jerome's helmet cam. We're intrigued, to say the least." Emilia and Beatrice, still catching their breath, exchange glances before addressing the holographic figures.

"Damn right! That was a great fight! My body is rockin’!", Garfeil was still in. A battle high from the experience. The Pelican's interior hums with a mix of tension and exhilaration as the allies catch their breath. The ship's comms crackle with activity as the Spirit of Fire and Republic fleet check in, their voices a blend of concern and awe at the spectacle they’ve just witnessed and participated in.

"Bubba, I have to hand it to you," Anakin says, his voice a mix of admiration and a hint of something more. "Your strategy was instrumental in turning the tide of that battle. I think we could learn a lot from you."
Emilia, her cheeks flushed from the exertion and the adrenaline still coursing through her veins, gives you a grateful smile. "I agree."

Bubba blushes, "Thanks gang, it's easy when your working with heros like yourselves"

Ahsoka and Anakin exchange amused looks, while Captain Cutter clears his throat on the holographic display. "Heroics aside, we need to focus on the immediate threat. The Banished are mobilizing their forces - we've detected massive energy buildups across multiple sectors."

Dr. Anderson leans closer to the holo-camera, her expression grave. "And we can't afford to lose the tactical advantage you gained. We need to know what exactly happened back there, and quickly." The Pelican's cabin falls silent as the group considers the implications of what you've learned, the whir of the ship's engines the only sound.

Bubba nods, "The banished attempted to contact other banished forces from the multiverse to make an army. We shut down the comms array after sending out a mayday to the UNSC. Clank sent our coords, so they should respond.

Clank, "I discovered the closed openings across the planet's surface lead to other realities when opened, whereas the smaller portals around the sphere let it ships or individuals."

The Pelican's cabin falls silent as the group considers the implications of what they've learned, the whir of the ship's engines the only sound. Dr. Anderson's eyes narrow with scientific interest. "Multiple realities? That's... that's beyond anything we've encountered before. We need to understand the full extent of this threat."

Captain Cutter's face darkens. "If the Banished can indeed summon reinforcements from other universes, we're facing an army beyond anything we've ever seen." He turns to Anakin and Ahsoka. "We need to coordinate with the Republic immediately. This changes everything."
Anakin, nods in agreement.

Bubba- "If they are grouping up, maybe we could begin to hit the spires?"

Captain Cutter leans forward intently, "Now that is a thought. We need to know what's happening out there." He exchanges glances with his Republic counterparts before turning back to the group. "We could hit multiple spires with a combined assault, but we need a strategy. Those things are built for defense. They're like miniature fortresses."

Dr. Anderson interjects, her mind clearly whirring with tactical possibilities. "And we'd have to deal with whatever is on the other side of those portals when they open."

Bubba- "This is a last resort option, and it would piss off the monitor, but we could blow the spires to kingdom come with Mac rounds right? My other idea would be to contact the monitor to combine forces with the sentinels"

Captain Cutter strokes his chin thoughtfully. "Blowing the spires with MAC rounds is a risky gambit. We'd be inviting the wrath of the monitor down upon us. But it's not entirely out of the question if it comes to that." He glances at Dr. Anderson, who nods in agreement.

"As for contacting the monitor, that's a delicate matter. The sentinels are a formidable force, but they're not exactly known for their diplomacy." Captain Cutter leans back in his chair, his eyes narrowing. "We'd need a damn good reason to get the monitor to even consider an alliance. And we'd have to be prepared for the fallout if it goes south."

Bubba- "I could go with a small team. Apparently making allies is my superpower, Captain"

Captain Cutter raises an eyebrow, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "A small team, huh? You sure you're up for that, Bubba?" He glances around the Pelican's cabin, taking in the assortment of formidable individuals - the Jedi Knights, the UNSC ODSTs, and the otherworldly allies Bubba has assembled. "Because if we're going to make this work, we need someone who can navigate the tricky waters of diplomacy and keep the team in one piece."

Anakin leans forward, his eyes locked on yours. "Bubba, you've shown that you have a unique perspective."

Bubba- "If it's diplomacy then I should take the Jedi, Obi-Wan. The magic users can clearly take on the banished, which would free up Jerome and Ratchet"

Obi-Wan, in hologram, nods solemnly at the mention of his name. "I will accompany you, Bubba. The ways of the Force may prove useful in negotiations, and I have faced the Banished before. I know their tactics and their cruelty." He turns to Anakin and Ahsoka. "You two should stay here and coordinate with Captain Cutter. Your skills will be crucial in any direct confrontations that may arise."

Ahsoka nods in agreement, her lekku swaying gently as she speaks. "We'll hold down the fort here. Make sure to keep us updated on your progress, and be careful out there."

Captain Cutter leans forward, his face grim. "The Banished forces are already starting to mobilize. We don't have much time before they launch a full-scale counter-attack." He turns to Bubba and the Jedi. "You need to reach the monitor's domain as soon as possible. Every minute we waste gives them more time to gather their strength and plan their next move."

Bubba, manic as hell, "I'll board a ship with Obi-Wan ASAP. Emilia, can you guys still fight? Should we switch yall out with someone or just rely on the clones for backup?"

Emilia steps forward, her face set in a determined expression. "We can still fight, Bubba. My magic is strong, and Subaru's powers are growing." She glances at her knight, who nods in agreement. "But we understand if you need to keep us back. Our safety is important, but so is our ability to help."

Captain Cutter interjects, his hand resting on the comm unit. "We can spare a few ODSTs to provide backup for your team, Bubba. They're trained for this kind of high-risk operation." He pauses, then adds, "But remember, we're stretched thin as it is."

Bubba, his mind racing, "Alright, how about we take Garfeil, me, Obi-Wan, and the ODST to find the monitor. You guys can form the big plans and we can all hope that the UNSC got our message"

Captain Cutter nods slowly, his face grave. "Alright, Bubba. You've got your team. But remember, this is a high-risk operation. The Banished will be on high alert, and the monitor's domain is..." He pauses, searching for the right words. "...well, let's just say it's not exactly a friendly place."

Obi-Wan "The monitor's domain is a place of ancient power, Bubba. Be prepared for anything. And remember, our primary goal is to establish contact, not start a war." He turns to the ODSTs. "You men will need to be at your absolute best."

Bubba grins, "I've already got on the monitor's good side. I'm ready.”

The ODST team leader, Corporal Hawkins, steps forward. "We'll have your back, sir. Just let us know when to move out." His tone is confident, but you notice the tight lines around his eyes that betray his tension. "But first, we need to discuss tactics. The monitor's domain is full of attacking prometheans."

Obi-Wan nods gravely. "Indeed. The Prometheans are a formidable foe. Their shields and weapons are designed to counter both physical and Force attacks." He turns to Bubba, his face set in a serious mask. "We must be prepared for a fight, Bubba. And we must be ready to retreat if necessary. The monitor's domain is not a place for the faint of heart."

Bubba- "Then I'll see you guys soon, me and Garf here will be ready"

Garfeil, standing nearby, gives a determined nod, his eyes reflecting a mix of excitement and apprehension. "I'm ready when you are, Brother! Let's show them what we're made of." He adjusts his gear, ensuring everything is secure and ready for the journey ahead.

Captain Cutter stands straight, his voice firm and resolute. "Alright, team. You've got your orders. Bubba, Obi-Wan, and Garfeil will head to the monitor's domain. The rest of us will hold down the fort and coordinate our efforts. Remember, communication is key. Keep us updated on your progress and be prepared for anything." The pelican hums with a tense energy as the group prepares to disperse. Anakin and Ahsoka exchange a glance, a silent understanding passing between them. They know the weight of the task ahead and the importance of their roles in this grand alliance. Captain Cutter's face tightens as he delivers his final instruction.

"Bubba, Obi-Wan, and Garfeil - you have six hours to make contact with the monitor. If you don't reach him in that time, we'll assume the worst and activate the backup plan. Is that understood?" He turns to the other members of the group. "The rest of you, get ready for the next phase of our operation. We need to be prepared for any eventuality."

The pelican makes its way to the new combined fleet, a sight Bubba only dreamed of seeing. Landing in the hangar and quickly disembarking Subaru gave Bubba a silent nod before leaving with Emilia and the others. Bubba heads to where obi wan and a group of ODST are waiting by an equipped pelican.

"You've made an impression Bubba, I must admit I was worried our talks with Captain Cutter were going sideways." Obi-Wan turns to you, his eyes reflecting a mix of respect and caution. "But I see you've handled the situation with your… tenacity. The monitor's domain is treacherous, but with your unique perspective and Garfeil's prowess, we stand a chance."

Garfeil, ever the optimist, grins. "I've faced worse than some ancient scrap metal and its robotic minions. Besides, I've got Bubba and Obi-Wan by my side. What could go wrong?"
Obi-Wan raises an eyebrow. "Indeed, let us hope your optimism is well-founded. Remember, the Prometheans are relentless and their numbers are vast."

Bubba- "How are the prometheans even getting here? We've got 6 hours. If we could just turn them off that would make this a cake walk"

Obi-Wan rubs his beard and speaks, "They are attacking the banished, what if we made them seem like a greater threat? Drawing the prometheans to them?"

The ODST team leader, Corporal Hawkins, steps forward. "That's not a bad idea, sir. If we could somehow make the Banished appear more threatening, it might draw the Prometheans' attention away from us." He turns to his men, who are already checking their equipment and preparing for the mission. "We'd need a way to boost the Banished signal, maybe use their own technology against them,"

Obi-Wan nods approvingly. "Perhaps a targeted electromagnetic pulse, directed specifically at their communication systems, could serve our purpose without drawing too much attention." The Jedi Master turns to Bubba, his face a mask of contemplation. "But we must act quickly."

Bubba- "That makes sense! If the banished appear weak it could also draw the prometheans in. Can we emp the banished Stronghold?"

Obi-Wan considers the suggestion, his eyes narrowing as he ponders the strategic implications. "An electromagnetic pulse at the stronghold could indeed disrupt their communications and potentially weaken their defenses. However, we must ensure that the pulse is strong enough to be detected by the Prometheans but not so powerful that it alerts the Banished to our presence. It's a delicate balance, but one we must strike if we are to succeed."

> You say "Ok here's an idea. We make it to the monitor, ask him to use the sentinel's to overload the Banished shields all at once. The emp blast from that would draw the prometheans away, letting us escape? It's not perfect, but at least it gives us a way out"

Garfeil looks up at you with a mix of awe and respect, his eyes gleaming with excitement at your plan. "Bubba, you're a mad genius! That could work! The monitor controls the sentinels, right? If he can overload their shields at the same time, that electromagnetic pulse would be massive!"

Corporal Hawkins nods approvingly. "And it would definitely get the Prometheans' attention. The electromagnetic field generated by that many overloading shields would be impossible to miss. We'd have to be quick, though - as soon as the pulse goes off, they'll know we're working with the monitor."

Obi-Wan's face breaks into a thoughtful smile. "Your plan, while risky, has merit, Bubba. The monitor has the power to control the sentinels, so coordinating a massive shield overload is not beyond his capabilities. However, we must consider that the Banished may have defensive measures against such an attack." He places a hand on his shoulder. "The key is precision and timing. We need to coordinate with the UNSC and the Republic for maximum effect. This plan could turn the tide, but it may also put you in grave danger, as the Banished won't take kindly to such deception."

Bubba growls- "I hope they don't take kindly to it. Times of the essence right? Are we ready to roll? Hawkins, can you let the Captain know of our plan. They are about to launch attacks anyway right?"

Obi-Wan nods grimly. "Indeed, the Banished are amassing their forces. We must move quickly."

Corporal Hawkins taps his comm unit. "Copy that, Captain. We've got a plan that might turn the tide, but it's risky. We need you to coordinate with our Jedi allies and the UNSC for maximum effect." Corporal Hawkins listens intently to the response from Captain Cutter, his expression serious. "Understood, sir. We'll move out immediately. Hawkins out." He turns to the group, his voice steady and determined. "Captain Cutter is on board. He's coordinating with the UNSC and our Jedi allies. We have a green light to proceed."

Obi-Wan steps forward, his blue lightsaber igniting with a soft hum. "Then let us waste no time. The fate of this mission and the safety of our allies depend on our swift and precise actions. May the Force be with us all."

Bubba holds back laughter, "You know what they say..."

Obi-Wan raises an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity in his voice. "What do they say, Bubba?"

He chuckled and walked into the pelican.

The ODSTs exchange amused glances, chuckling softly at his humor. "Hey now, that ain't so funny," Hawkins mocks, a grin spreading across his face as he follows him into the Pelican.

The engines whine to life, and the Pelican lifts off from the deck of the Spirit of Fire, its engines roaring as it soars towards the coordinates of the Banished stronghold. The conversation turns to discussing the mission's parameters, with everyone sharing their unique perspectives on what to expect when they reach the Banished outpost. Obi-Wan sits silently in the back, his blue eyes fixed on the horizon, his face a mask of calmness, ready for whatever lies ahead.

. . .

The ride to the monitor's fortress compound is short, and the promethean presence is overwhelming. Were it not for the local sentinels fighting them, the mission wouldn't be possible. The Pelican lands softly, the ramp opening.

Bubba and the team exit the Pelican into a barren wasteland of a fortress. The massive compound stretches endlessly, its geometric architecture both beautiful and ominous. Prometheans skulk around, their shields flickering in the harsh red light.

Obi-Wan takes point, his blue lightsaber casting an ethereal glow through the darkness. "We must move swiftly and quietly," he murmurs.

“Bubba gets an idea, “Oh shit, Garfeil, could you use your ground magic to get us to the main compound quickly?”

Garfeil nods, his eyes gleaming with determination. "I can try, but I've never attempted anything on this scale before. The ground beneath us quakes slightly as Garfeil concentrates. "Everyone, grab onto me!" he shouts, just as the ground beneath us starts to ripple and flow like a liquid. They feel the compound rushing past them, the scenery blurring as they're propelled forward at incredible speed.

Obi-Wan's eyes go wide with surprise at the magical display, his grip tightening on his lightsaber. The Prometheans seem to sense our approach, their shields flaring as they turn to face us, weapons at the ready. Garfeil's magic propels the group at incredible speed through the fortress compound.. Suddenly, they skid to a halt at the base of the central spire, the air shimmering around them as Garfeil releases his spell. The massive structure looms overhead, pulsing with an eerie red light that casts long shadows across the cracked and pitted ground.

Corporal Hawkins quickly scans the area, his rifle at the ready. "Looks like we're clear for now, but those Prometheans won't stay distracted for long. We need to get inside and find the monitor's control center fast."

Obi-Wan nods, his gaze fixed on the towering spire. "Indeed. The monitor's control center should be at the heart of the compound. Once we secure it, we can coordinate the sentinels' actions and hopefully overload the Banished shields."

Garfeil wipes a bead of sweat from his brow, looking slightly drained from the exertion of his magic. "I can try to create a diversion to draw some of the Prometheans away, but I'll need a few minutes to recover my mana first."

Bubba surveys the area, his eyes narrowing as he spots a small group of Prometheans moving in their direction. "Looks like we might not have those few minutes."

> You say "Garf we may need you inside and I'm not leaving you here. I say we barrel into the structure. Obi-Wan can use the force to guide us somewhat"

Obi-Wan considers this for a moment before nodding solemnly. "Bubba is right, Garfeil. We can't afford to split up our forces, even for a diversion. We stand a better chance of success by staying together." The Jedi master takes a step forward, his eyes closed as he reaches out with the Force. Bubba feels a tingling sensation at the back of his neck as the energy flows through the air. "This way," he says, striding purposefully towards a set of massive blast doors. They shudder and crack as Obi-Wan lifts his hand, the metal slowly bending and ripping apart, creating a large enough opening for the party to pass through.

Bubba "Deja vu..."

Corporal Hawkins chuckles as he passes through the ruined doorway, his rifle at the ready. "Hey, I get it. You guys are all magic users, right? I've never been on a mission with so many mages before. It's... different."

Bubba- "Actually I'm just some guy. No training or anything."

Obi-Wan turns back, his hood falling to reveal a look of genuine surprise. "You... are not a Force user or magic user of some kind?" The Jedi's normally stoic face shows clear incredulity as he regards you. "But how have you survived thus far? And... how do you know so much about combat tactics and equipment if you lack proper training?"

Before he can respond, a series of explosions rocks the compound, sending debris raining down from above. "Save the questions for later, everyone!" Garfeil shouts, ducking as a piece of ceiling smashes to the ground nearby. "We've got more immediate problems!" The floor quakes violently, forcing them to stumble and catch themselves against the wall. The sound of distant screams and clashing weapons echoes through the fortress.

Hawkins curses under his breath, peering down the hallway with narrowed eyes. "Sounds like the prometheans spotted us. They'll be swarming this position soon."

Obi-Wan closes his eyes for a moment, reaching out with the Force. His brow furrows in concentration as he probes the alien structure with his senses. After a tense few seconds, his eyes snap open, a determined glint in their emerald depths. "I've located the control center. It's deep within the spire, protected by layers of defensive measures and full of prometheans. The quaking intensifies, forcing them to brace themselves against the shaking walls. Obi-Wan's words are nearly drowned out by the cacophonous roar of the prometheans fast approaching.

Hawkins takes up a defensive position near the door, his rifle trained on the darkened hallway. "Sounds like a whole lot of pissed-off constructs. We're going to need to move fast if we want to reach the control center in one piece."

Garfeil takes a deep breath, his eyes glowing with renewed magical energy. "I can slow them down a bit, but we'll need to keep moving. I can't maintain this form for long." The mage steps forward, and turns into a massive half cheetah half man towering 12 feet in height with a massive chest and set of arms. The transformation sends a shockwave through the room, and the Prometheans' distant roars grow louder, more insistent. Obi-Wan's gaze flickers to Garfeil, a hint of respect in his eyes. "Impressive. Let us press forward, then. Stay close, and be ready for anything."

The group moves swiftly, Garfeil's massive form leading the way. The half- cheetah half man's presence is imposing, his magical aura pulsating with raw power. The Prometheans, sensing the intrusion, begin to pour into the hallway, their mechanical forms clattering and whirring. Hawkins opens fire, his bullets sparking off the approaching constructs. "They're coming in waves! We need to keep moving!" The group presses forward, with Garfeil's massive form clearing a path through the narrow corridors.

Obi-Wan uses the Force to sense the layout of the fortress, guiding the group through a maze of twisting passages. "The control center is just ahead, be prepared for heavy resistance." The group emerges into a larger chamber, dominated by a massive, pulsing core at its center. Garfeil's magical form flickers dangerously, casting an ominous glow on the chamber's metallic walls. The massive constructs advance, their weapons humming with deadly purpose.

Obi-Wan raises his lightsaber, its green glow cutting through the dim light of the chamber. "We're about to have company. Get ready!" The mechanical army surges forward, their metallic forms clanking against each other as they close in, threatening to engulf the group in a mechanical nightmare. Hawkins and the other ODSTs open fire, their weapons flashing in the dark chamber as they attempt to thin out the approaching horde.

Bubba maps out the situation quickly, "I've got to find the monitor guys, cover me"

Hawkins nods grimly, his rifle barking as he lays down covering fire. "You heard the man, ODSTs! Give him some breathing room!" The soldiers fan out, pouring fire into the advancing horde of Prometheans. Their bullets spark and ricochet off the constructs' metallic hides, but the relentless barrage keeps them at bay.

Garfeil roars, his massive form surging forward to meet the oncoming wave of machines. His fists, each the size of a man's torso, smash into the constructs, sending them flying in all directions. Sparks and shrieks of tearing metal fill the air as he wades into the fray, his magical aura pulsing with raw, primal power.

"519! Adamant Retainer!” Bubba yells, heading to the console"

His shout echoes through the chamber as he sprints toward a massive, ominous control panel. The Prometheans' advance momentarily stutters as the ancient words echo through the chamber. The massive control panel, covered in intricate Forerunner glyphs, pulses with an eerie blue light. As he approaches, the glyphs begin to glow more intensely, and a resonant hum fills the air. The panel emits a sharp, piercing tone that makes his ache.

Obi-Wan's eyes narrow as he watches him, clearly concerned. "Be careful, my friend. We’ll cover you!”

Bubba- "5 1 9 we've got a plan, where are you?"

The Forerunner glyphs flare with an almost painful intensity as his voice echoes through the chamber. For a moment, the panel goes dark, then sparks to life. A disembodied, otherworldly voice responds: "Reclaimer, this area is nearing collapse, why have you come here?"

Bubba shouts, "We've got a plan and didn't know how to find you otherwise!"

The disembodied voice seems to consider this for a moment before responding, its tone a mix of curiosity and concern. "A plan, you say? And what, pray tell, is the nature of this plan that has led you to this perilous location?"

As the voice speaks, the chamber begins to shudder violently. The Prometheans, momentarily stunned by the sudden appearance of the Forerunner presence, now surge forward with renewed vigor, their mechanical forms clanking and whirring as they close in on their position.
Obi-Wan, Hawkins, and the other ODSTs redouble their efforts, pouring fire into the advancing horde.

Bubba- "Monitor 519, if we use the sentinel's to override the banished shields we can cause an emp. The prometheans will flock to that location, as this one is already compromised like you say. Our army is attacking them as well"

The disembodied voice of Monitor 519 seems to ponder your words for a long moment, the eerie silence broken only by the cacophonous clamor of the Promethean horde bearing down upon you. Finally, the monitor speaks, its tone a mix of resignation and grim determination.

"Very well, Reclaimer. Your plan, while risky, may be our only hope. I will activate the sentinels and initiate the electromagnetic pulse. The Prometheans will be drawn to the source of the disturbance, but be warned - the Banished will not take kindly to this ploy. You must evacuate the area immediately upon completion of the pulse."

Bubba nods, "Understood, what about you? I thought this was your control room?"

The disembodied voice of Monitor 519 seems to hesitate for a moment before responding, its tone tinged with a mix of resignation and grim determination. "This control room has served its purpose, Reclaimer. It is time for me to join my brethren in the final defense of this world. I will remain here to ensure the successful execution of the electromagnetic pulse, but I cannot guarantee my own survival. You must leave this place and rally your forces for the coming battle." As the monitor speaks, the chamber begins to shudder violently, the very foundations of the ancient structure groaning in protest.

Bubba grinds his teeth in resignation, unable to save someone, "Understood. I'll look for you later. May the mantle guide you 519. Obi-Wan! Let's get the hell out of here! Plan successful!"

Obi-Wan nods grimly, his lightsaber igniting with a hum as he falls into step beside him. "The monitor's sacrifice will not be in vain, my friend. We must make haste and rally our forces for the battle to come." The Jedi Master's words are barely audible over the roar of the advancing Prometheans and the ominous groaning of the ancient structure around them.

The ODSTs, their faces set with grim determination, form a tight perimeter around Bubba and Obi-Wan as they make their way towards the chamber's exit. Hawkins barks orders, his voice steady even as the horde of mechanical abominations bears down upon them. The group bursts out of the chamber into a narrow corridor lined with flickering lights. Behind them, a deafening explosion rocks the fortress as the electromagnetic pulse detonates. The Prometheans' advance slows momentarily as their systems are affected, their movements becoming jerky and erratic. Through the chaos, Hawkins shouted, "They're still coming, but we've got some breathing room! Move, move, move!"

The allies sprint down the corridor, with Obi-Wan using the Force to sense and guide their path. The floor trembles beneath their feet as the pulse continues its effects, causing sections of the ceiling to crack and crumble. The group races through the collapsing fortress, the walls crumbling around them. The Prometheans' mechanical moans echo through the corridors as they lurch forward, their systems still disrupted.Hawkins shouts coordinates and covers the rear while Garfeil uses his magical abilities to create protective barriers against falling debris.

Finally, they reach the exit of the fortress. As they burst out of the fortress, the sight that greets you is one of chaos and destruction. The once-pristine landscape is crumbling from the collapsing super structure. The pelican is seen swooping in for pickup As they burst out of the crumbling fortress, the Pelican swoops in to make a hasty pickup. The pilot, Corporal Harris, expertly maneuvers the craft amidst the debris and falling structures. Hawkins looks back, ensuring that everyone is accounted for as they scramble aboard. Obi-Wan, his lightsaber still ignited, provides cover, deflecting chunks of falling masonry and ensuring the safety of the group.

Once everyone is safely aboard, Harris pulls the Pelican up and away from the collapsing stronghold. The view from the cockpit is one of utter devastation, with the once-mighty Forerunner fortress reduced to a pile of rubble.

Bubba pants, exhausted, “Damn guys, I'm 4 for 4 on big fights in 2 days. I need a snack.”

Hawkins chuckles, slapping you on the back as you settle into a seat on the Pelican. "Damn right you do! I've got a few energy bars stashed away if you want 'em. You earned it, Bubba." The grizzled ODST produces a couple of the high-energy ration bars, tossing one his way. The others in the squad murmur in agreement, with even the Jedi looking on approvingly.

Garfeil leans over from across the aisle. "You've been quite impressive in battle, friend. I confess I underestimated the strength of Earthlings. You're a natural leader, it seems."

As Bubba bites into the energy bar, he can't help but grin. Obi-Wan takes a seat across from him, "So about my question, what is your story Bubba?" He finishes swallowing the energy bar, then meets Obi-Wan's steady gaze. The Pelican rattles around them as it leaves the atmosphere.

"Well," Bubba began, "I hate to say this, but I'm worried If I tell you, you guys will freak out." The Pelican's engines whine as it ascends, and Hawkins leans forward with keen interest. "What's that, now? Freak out? Don't be holding back on us, Bubba. We've seen some weird shit in our time."

Obi-Wan's face remains impassive, his blue eyes fixed on him. "Perhaps we are not as fragile as you think, my friend. The Force binds all living things, and your story may well resonate with our own experiences, no matter how extraordinary it may seem."
Garfeil nods in agreement, as he shifts in his seat.

Bubba sighs, "Well, you guys understand the multiverse by now right?"

Obi-Wan and Garfeil exchange knowing glances, while Hawkins scoffs. "Course we do, bubba. That's why we're all stuck here with the banished."

Bubba swallows, "Well, infinite possibilities and all that. Let's say you guys have a favorite show or story? Somewhere out there that's really happening, in an infinite amount of ways..."

Hawkins leans back in his seat, stroking his stubbled chin thoughtfully. "Aye, I get what you're saying, Bubba. Like how I've always had a soft spot for those old WWI flicks. Gotta be a world out there where the Central Powers won the whole damn thing, eh?"

Garfeil chimes in, his eyes twinkling with intrigue. "Yep, and what of the multiverse where magic reigns supreme, as in my own world?”

Obi-Wan's gaze drifts, as if seeing beyond the confines of the Pelican, "Where are you going with this Bubba?"

Bubba takes a breath, "Ok, nows y’alls chance NOT to freak out. Sigh. In my world your people's adventures are stories to me. TV shows, games, the works. That's why I know so much"

The Pelican falls silent, save for the whine of its engines. Hawkins' face contorts in confusion, while Obi-Wan's eyes narrow slightly. "You mean to say, in your world, our struggles, our triumphs, are mere entertainment?" The Jedi Master's voice carries a note of disbelief.

Garfeil's face pales, his magical aura flickering. "I see! It’s like how I know all those old stories I reference!."

Bubba laughs, "Exactly I'm what's called a geek, Garfeil. I just remember a lot about the stories that fascinate you. And remember, everyone's story is a TV show in some reality. That's what you just agreed to.

"OK, I'm freaking out.", said a marine.

The Pelican's cabin erupts in a flurry of activity as the revelation sinks in. Hawkins nearly chokes on his energy bar, while Garfeil's magical aura flickers wildly. Obi-Wan's usually stoic demeanor cracks, his eyes wide with shock. "But that would mean," he begins, then pauses, struggling to process the implications.

Bubba- "It means I know quite a lot about most of you guys. Sorry, I've been trying to be helpful."

Hawkins shakes his head in disbelief, chuckling nervously. "Well, I'll be damned. Never thought I'd be stuck on a planet with a walking encyclopedia of our stories. It's a trip, bubba, I'll give you that."

Garfeil's eyes widen as he leans forward, his voice trembling with a mix of awe and unease. "So in your world, our very lives, our struggles, are nothing more than tales for entertainment? It's... it's almost too much to comprehend."

Obi-Wan's gaze remains fixed on Bubba, his brow furrowed in deep contemplation. "I'm struggling to grasp the full implications, Bubba. You say you're a 'geek' - what does that mean, exactly? And if you know so much about us, why aren't you better prepared for what we're facing here? Surely, if it's all stories to you, you'd know the outcomes and be more ready."

The Pelican descends lower, its engines growling as they approach the Spirit of Fire. Through the window, as they enter the hangar they can see the surviving UNSC forces gathering, along with several Jedi, including Anakin, Ahsoka, and Captain Rex. Bubba’s group, however, remains silent, still processing your revelation.

Bubba shakes his head, "This must be some guys fanfiction crossover. Sorry guys, I have no idea what happens here. I might be able to help the UNSC a little bit. Garfeil I already told Subaru what I could about you guys. Obi-Wan told Anakin who the sith lord is. I'll keep trying to remember if anything else is important"

Hawkins lets out a low whistle, his face a picture of astonishment. "Well, I'll be damned. You're like our own personal wiki, Bubba. Just hope you can keep up with all this craziness we've got going on."

Obi-Wan leans back in his seat, his expression thoughtful. "A fanfiction crossover, you say? How... intriguing. It would explain the rather eclectic mix of worlds and beings we've encountered here." He turns to you, his eyes searching. "But if this is indeed a story, why are you here?"

Bubba’s eyes widened "Oh god you're right! I must be some nerd’s OC character! The horror!"

Hawkins chuckles and claps him on the shoulder, his eyes twinkling with mirth. "Well Bubba, looks like you're more than just our resident storyteller. You're a part of the story now! And I'd say you've got a hell of a part to play too. With the knowledge you got, you're gonna be crucial in getting all of us through this mess. So chin up, and let's get to it!"

Garfeil nods vigorously, "So what do you know about my amazing self Bubba?"

"And who is the sith lord?" Asked Obi-Wan

BUbba- "Garfeil you win all your fights until you meet a cheating asshole. If Priscilla dies, Al will try to capture Subaru, and Al's authority gives him the ability to redo his fights over and over. He fights Reinhardt over 130000 times and manages to summon satella. Obi-Wan, equally disturbing, it's Palpatine. He's been manipulating the war from both sides and Anikin to groom him into an heir. Making the Jedi look bad and stuff."

The Pelican's cabin erupts into chaos as the revelation hits everyone like a shockwave. Hawkins sputters on his energy bar, while Garfeil's magical aura flares violently, his face draining of color.

Obi-Wan's eyes narrow dangerously, a dark expression crossing his features, "Palpatine, and he wants to turn Anakin?"

Garfeil's eyes widen in shock, his voice trembling as he speaks, "And you're saying that Al, that cheating scoundrel, is going to keep resetting fights until he wins? That's... that's just not right! I can't believe it. And poor Priscilla, if she dies..." He trails off, shaking his head in disbelief.

Bubba- "Garfeil I already told Subaru to keep her alive, it should work out. Obi-Wan there's more than Anakin should tell you, it's his business not mine"

Hawkins' face lights up with a mischievous grin. "Well, well, looks like our resident storyteller here is playing both sides of the fence. Keeping secrets and all that jazz. I like it, Bubba. Gives you some mystery, you know?"

Garfeil's face contorts in a complex expression, his emotions shifting rapidly. "You've already told Subaru? About me? About my... my fate?" He swallows hard, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. "I suppose I should be grateful for the warning, but... but to know that I'm destined to lose, it's... it's hard to process, Bubba."

Bubba shakes his head, "Well you won't lose now. You literally fight giant dragons and win Garfeil. You beat an undead 8 arm Kurgan in Watergate city. I confirmed with Subaru what time you guys were taken from, Obi-Wans was obvious. I'm a little iffy on the UNSC, I think it's before Halo 5"

The Pelican rocks slightly as it lands in the hangar. Hawkins leans forward, his face alight with curiosity. "So you're saying Garfeil here is gonna take on some big bad dragons and win? That's something to look forward to, at least. And an undead 8-armed Kurgan? Sounds like a hell of a fight!"

Garfeil's posture straightens, a spark of defiance igniting in his eyes. "I... I will not lose. Not to some cheating bastard or anyone else. I'll show them all what I'm capable of, Bubba. You'll see." He turns to Bubba, his gaze intense. "And thank you for the information."

Bubba "If we have time privately there's more you should know Garfeil. Obi-Wan you've been quiet?"

Obi-Wan turns his gaze from the window, his eyes reflecting the sterile hangar outside. "I have been contemplating the implications of what you've shared. Palpatine's machinations are not new to me, but the extent of his manipulations and the involvement of Anakin... it is troubling. I must speak with Anakin and the others about this. And the revelation of your knowledge of our future, the future of our worlds, it is a heavy burden to bear, Bubba. I will need time to process this, to understand the role you play in all of this."

Garfeil nods, his expression a mix of determination and gratitude. "I appreciate the offer, Bubba."

Bubba nods, "Well Obi-Wan, if yall defeat Palps then I have no idea what will happen next, well, not nearly as much as before."

Hawkins chuckles, "Sounds like you might be in the business of creating new stories for us, huh bubba? Keep us on our toes and all that jazz. But hey, if you're up for it, we could always use some fresh plot twists to spice things up around here." He winks at you conspiratorially.

Garfeil leans forward, his eyes shining with curiosity and anticipation. "Bubba, you've piqued my interest with your mention of more information to share. What other secrets do you hold about my future? About the fates of my friends and foes? I'm all ears."

Bubba- "Garfeil it's definitely a private matter. Someone you love is in Watergate city"

Garfeil's face pales, his breath catching in his throat. "In Watergate city? But that's... that's where we're heading now, or then?..." He trails off, his hands shaking slightly as he clutches them together. "Bubba, you can't just drop something like that and not explain. Who? Who is it? And what's going to happen to them?"

Hawkins, sensing the gravity of the situation, leans back in his seat, giving Garfeil some space. "Hey, take it easy, man. If it's something private, we can talk about it later, yeah? No need to get all worked up here in the Pelican."

Bubba- "Hawkins could you radio command and ask how things are going? Maybe we can have some down time after that flight?"

Hawkins nods, understanding the gravity of the situation. He pulls out a small communication device and begins to speak into it. A moment later Cutter responds curtly.

"Thanks, Captain. We'll be ready. Over and out." He turns back to the group, "Well, looks like we've got a bit of a breather once we land."

Bubba- "Garfeil ill speak with you ASAP ok? Obi-Wan let me know if y’all come up with any questions after speaking with Anakin"

Garfeil nods, visibly agitated. "I'll hold you to that, Bubba. I need to know." He turns to exit the pelican, his mind clearly preoccupied. Obi-Wan places a reassuring hand on Garfeil's shoulder.

"Peace, young one. We will unravel this mystery together, in due time." The Jedi Master's eyes meet yours, a complex look in them. "I will indeed relay any insights I gain from Anakin. Your revelations have shifted the very foundations of my understanding. I must meditate on this further."

Hawkins stretches in his seat, then leans forward conspiratorially.

Bubba- "Hawkins there's not much I can warn you guys on. Pretty sure they are rebooting the series. The last studio absolutely messed it all up to hell."

Hawkins raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Rebooting, huh? Well, that's not the first time we've had to start over from scratch. But if they're messing it up, that's a shame. We've got a good thing going here, even if it is a bit... unpredictable." He gestures to the hangar outside, the remnants of the reality distortion still visible in the distance.

Bubba "Your universe will continue for you man heh. Every version exists. Multiverse"

Hawkins chuckles, "That's deep, Bubba. A multiverse, huh? That explains a lot." He rubs his chin thoughtfully. "So we've got all these parallel universes, all these versions of us running around, and here I am, just trying to keep this version of me in one piece." He glances at Obi-Wan and Garfeil.

"You know, in a way, it's kind of comforting. No matter what happens here, we'll always exist somewhere, right? As long as the multiverse keeps turning, that is.". The pelican lands ramp finally opens into the hangar and the team is met with Subaru, Beatrice, Emilia, Cutter, Anakin, and Ahsoka

"Bubba! I'm so glad you're safe!" Emilia exclaims, rushing to greet you with a warm hug. Her silver hair falls around her shoulders as she steps back, a smile on her face. "We were so worried after the compound's explosion."

Subaru looks at him with jealousy and he throws your hands up to signify they aren't touching Emilia. Emilia laughs, sensing the tension. "Oh Subaru, don't be like that. We all need to be friends here."

"Hawkins let's get you debriefed and up to speed.", says Cutter.

"Anakin, we have much to discuss.", Obi-Wan says.

Anakin Skywalker steps forward, "Indeed we do, Master. The Banished movements grow bolder, and I sense a dark presence stirring in the Force. We must act quickly."

Bubba- "Garfeil let's find somewhere to rest and we can talk. Subaru you lot are welcome to join us"

Garfeil nods, his expression a mix of relief and apprehension. "Yes, let's find a quiet place to talk. I need to understand what's going on." He looks at Subaru, Emilia, and Beatrice, who all nod in agreement.

Emilia takes the lead, guiding the group through the bustling hangar. "I know just the place. It's a small lounge area where we can talk privately." She leads them through a maze of corridors, the hum of machinery and the distant chatter of soldiers fading into the background. The lounge is dimly lit, with comfortable chairs and a small table. It offers a sense of seclusion amidst the chaos of the base.

Bubba places his hands together, "Alright Garfeil are you sitting down?"

Garfeil settles into a chair, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that borders on desperation. "I'm ready.

Bubba- "I can’t do anything but blunt honesty man, autism heh. Okay! Your mother is alive in Watergate city. She has 2 kids and a husband, her husband dies in the battle for the city with the cult. She lost her memories and doesn't regain them. In the show I believe you just come to terms with it and leave them be. I would suggest making friends, personally. I'm sorry man, I know that's a lot"

Garfeil's eyes widen in shock, his face paling as the weight of his words sink in. For a long moment, he is silent, his gaze distant as if staring into a void. When he finally speaks, his voice is barely above a whisper, laden with a mixture of hope and anguish.

"My mother... alive? In Watergate City?" He repeats the words as if testing their taste, their reality. "And I have... siblings? A stepfather?" The questions tumble out, each one a dagger to his heart, a wound that has lain dormant for so long.

“I’m guessing you told them about your… knowledge Bubba?” Subaru asked.

Bubba nodded solemnly. Subaru, Emilia, and Beatrice exchange glances, their expressions a mix of sympathy and unease.

Garfeil's hands tremble slightly as he runs them through his hair, a gesture of frustration and disbelief. "Why didn't I know this? Why didn't anyone tell me?" He looks up, his eyes searching yours for answers, for solace.

Emilia, her voice soft and soothing, reaches out to place a comforting hand on Garfeil's shoulder. "Bubba wouldn't have told us if it weren't true, Garfeil. We have to believe that. It's a lot to take in, but we're here for you."

Subaru nods in agreement, his initial jealousy forgotten in the face of Garfeil's revelation. "Yeah, man. We'll figure this out together." Garfeil takes a deep, shuddering breath, his eyes closed as he tries to compose himself. When he speaks again, his voice is steadier, though still tinged with emotion. "I need to see them. I need to know if... if they're really my family." He looks at Bubba, a desperate plea in his eyes. "Can you take me to them? To Watergate City?"

Subaru frowns, a note of concern in his voice. "Garfeil, I understand how you feel, but we're trapped here for now." He gestures around the lounge, at the walls that seem to be closing in. "The Banished are out there, and we can't just leave."

Emilia nods in agreement, her hand still resting on Garfeil's shoulder. "Subaru's right. We need to focus on the mission first, but we'll find a way to help you see them. I promise."

Garfeil's shoulders slump, his hope deflating visibly. "You're right. I know you're right, but..." He trails off, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. "It's just... it's been so long. And now I have this chance... this family... and I can't even go to them."

Beatrice leans forward, her eyes locked on Garfeil with an intensity that suggests she understands the pain of a lost family. "Garfeil, I've been in a similar situation. I know how much it hurts not to be able to see your family when you want to." She pauses, then continues. "But remember, you're not alone in this. You have us, I suppose."

Bubba- "Well, if yall need a moment let me know. I'm the only one here without a team so idk what to do. I could talk to Bell, I guess?"

Garfeil looks up at him, his eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and determination. "Thank you, Bubba. I appreciate it. I need a moment to process this, but I'll be fine. I promise." He takes a deep breath, his expression hardening with resolve. "For now, let's focus on the mission. We can't afford to be distracted."

Emilia nods, her grip on Garfeil's shoulder tightening slightly. "That's the spirit. We'll get through this together, Garfeil. And when the time's right, we'll find a way to Watergate City." She turns to Bubba, her eyes softening. "You're right, Bubba." "I'm here for you too, Bubba. I know it's gotta be tough being the odd man out. "Being the only one without a team, I mean." She offers you a warm, reassuring smile, and he nods, appreciating her understanding. Garfeil looks up at him, his face revealing a complex mix of emotions.

"I'm glad you're with us, Bubba. I know you didn't have to tell me all this, and I appreciate your honesty." His words are sincere, and gratitude is evident on his face as he speaks. "You've given me more than you realize. Now I have hope for a future I never thought possible."

Bubba smiles "It's nice to be helpful. Speaking of which, I had an idea I wanted to share with Cutter"

Garfeil nods, a small, appreciative smile crossing his face. "I'd like to hear that idea too, Bubba. It might help take my mind off things."

Emilia agrees, her curiosity evident. "Yeah, we could all use a good distraction right now."

Subaru nods in agreement, stretching his arms before sitting back down. "A good idea sounds perfect right now, Bubba. What did you have in mind?

Bubba- "I think the Banished will try to ambush our reinforcements we called for on the comms array. The doors planetside open to specific places, unlike the portals that the banished control. I was thinking Isabel could control the sentinels now that the monitor is down, and ambush the ambush so to speak"

Subaru's eyes widen with understanding, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Damn, Bubba, that's a brilliant idea. We could really turn the tables on those Banished bastards." He leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he considers the plan. "Isabel could definitely control the sentinels. I heard from the crew that she's got a real knack for that kind of thing."

Emilia nods, her expression thoughtful. "It's risky, but it could work. If we can surprise them, we might be able to turn the tide of this battle." She looks at Bubba, her eyes shining with a mix of admiration and gratitude. "You're full of surprises, Bubba."

Bubba grins, "I'm glad y’all approve! I'm going to find Cutter. I hope we can hang out later"

Subaru stands up and stretches, then claps you on the shoulder. "Sounds like a plan, Bubba. You go talk to Cutter and work out the details. I think we've all got a bit to process right now, but I'm sure we'll reconvene soon. Thanks for bringing us together, man. It's been a heavy few days."

Emilia nods solemnly. "Subaru's right. This has been intense, and you've been instrumental in keeping us going. Thank you, Bubba." Her gaze lingers on Garfeil for a moment, her eyes full of concern, before she looks back at you. "Go do what you need to."

He nodded at Subaru and Emilia, appreciating their words. "I'll catch you later, then. And don't worry, Garfeil - we'll figure something out for you and your family. I promise."

With that, he headed out of the hangar lounge and made his way through the bustling corridors of the Spirit of Fire. Mechanics and engineers scurry about, working to repair the damage from the recent battles. He spotted Cutter up ahead, deep in conversation with a group of soldiers.
As you approach, Cutter looks up, his eyes lighting up with recognition. "Bubba! What's up, man? Come to help me strategize?"

Bubba gets rigid from nerves, "Yes sir, I had an idea that seemed important to share. "I think the Banished will try to ambush our reinforcements we called for on the comms array. The doors planetside open to specific places, unlike the portals that the banished control. I was thinking Isabel could control the sentinels now that the monitor is down, and ambush the ambush so to speak"

Cutter listens intently, his eyes narrowing in concentration. When he finished explaining, he whistled softly, a grin spreading across his face. "Damn, Bubba, that's brilliant. Isabel, can you do it? Like when we were on the ark?"

Isabel's voice crackles through the comms array, her tone confident and eager. "Absolutely, Captain! I can already sense the sentinels' systems. They're offline, but with some creative tinkering, I should be able to get them up and running again. The Banished won't know what hit 'em when we turn the tables on their ambush."

Cutter nods approvingly, turning back to you. "Alright, Bubba. You've convinced me. We'll set this plan in motion. I want you to work with Isabel to get those sentinels ready." He claps you on the shoulder, a firm, reassuring gesture. "You're proving to be an invaluable asset, son."

Bubba smiled wide "Thanks! It's nice to hear that from you, Captain"

Cutter chuckles, a warm, genuine sound. "You've more than earned it, Bubba. I'm glad to have you on my team." He glances around, lowering his voice slightly. "Between you and me, I think we could use a few more folks like you around here. People who can think outside the box and come up with creative solutions. It's what's going to help us win this war."

He nodded, feeling a swell of pride and determination. "I'm with you all the way, Captain. Whatever it takes to beat the Banished."

Cutter smiles, a look of approval and camaraderie passing between you. "That's what I like to hear."

Bubba- "Well I can't do space battles haha, so I guess let me know when I'm needed or have a nice view."

Cutter throws his head back and laughs heartily, the sound echoing off the hangar's metal walls. "Space battles? You'd get killed before you even saw what hit you, kid." His mirth subsides, replaced by a serious expression. "But don't underestimate yourself, Bubba. You've already proven yourself to be an invaluable asset with that strategic mind of yours. Stick to what you do best, and you'll make a hell of a difference."

A soldier nearby salutes Cutter, who turns to leave. "Gotta go deal with some pressing matters, but we'll be in touch about that sentinel operation soon. You're part of the team now, Bubba. Remember that." With a parting nod and a smile, he watched as Cutter strides off, his military bearing and commanding presence cutting an impressive figure through the bustling hangar. The spirit of camaraderie and purpose that he's fostered permeates the air, the crew around you going about their duties with a renewed sense of determination.

As Bubba turned to head back towards the lounge area, his thoughts drifted back to the events of the day. The weight of the revelations about Palpatine and the Banished threat still sit heavily on his shoulders, but the support of his new allies - Subaru, Emilia, Hawkins, and the rest - provides a measure of solace. He made his way back to the hangar lounge, his mind abuzz with the day's events and the weight of the revelations about Palpatine and the Banished threat. As he pushed open the door, he was greeted by the sight of his fellow survivors, their faces etched with a mix of exhaustion, concern, and quiet determination.

Subaru looks up from where he's been hunched over a table, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Hey Bubba, back so soon? I thought you'd be out there strategizing with Cutter for hours."

Emilia glances up from her own contemplations, her eyes searching yours. "Did you manage to convince him of your plan?"

Bubba- "Yes I did. I can't control the sentinels or pilot a spaceship. So now I'm able to relax, I think?"

Subaru chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. "Relax? Bubba, with the Banished breathing down our necks and the weight of the galaxy on our shoulders, I'm not sure any of us can truly relax." He leans back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest. "But hey, if you can find a way to unwind amidst all this chaos, more power to you."

Emilia nods in agreement, her expression thoughtful. "Subaru's right, Bubba. We all need to take care of ourselves, especially in times like these." She rises from her seat, moving to stand beside him. "But if you do want to take a break, I'd be happy to join you."

Bubba- "I appreciate that. I think I want to check on the jedi before deciding what to do next"

Emilia smiles softly, understanding in her eyes. "Of course, Bubba. They've been through a lot, and I'm sure they could use some company. I'll be here if you need me." She gives your arm a gentle squeeze before returning to her seat, her eyes reflecting a mix of concern and resolve.

As Bubba made his way through the bustling corridors of the Spirit of Fire, the hum of activity and the distant clanking of machinery served as a backdrop to his thoughts. The Jedi, Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Ahsoka, have been a steadying presence amidst the chaos, their wisdom and skill invaluable. He finds them in a makeshift meditation chamber, their forms silhouetted against the soft glow of the lights. Obi-Wan notices his presence first, his eyes opening as he senses his approach. "Bubba, what brings you here?" His words are warm and inviting, despite the strain evident in his features.

Anakin and Ahsoka turn to face him, their expressions mirroring Obi-Wan's curiosity. "We were just discussing the Banished threat and Palpatine's involvement," Anakin explains, his brow furrowed in concentration. "Your insights would be most welcome, Bubba. We could use your perspective on this situation."

Bubba- "Sure, I was just checking in. I was worried yall would have a million questions for me haha"

Obi-Wan's lips curve into a small, reassuring smile. "We appreciate your concern, Bubba. But we understand that you've been through much as well. This is a time for unity and shared strength, not endless questioning." He gestures to the empty space beside him, inviting you to sit. "Join us, if you will. Your presence is comforting, and your mind is sharp. We could use that clarity right now."

Ahsoka nods in agreement, her lekku swaying gently as she moves to make room for you. "We've been trying to piece together Palpatine's endgame," she says, her voice steady and focused.

Bubba fake smiles as the stress of the day mounts on him, "Ah did I forget to mention that to anakin? Sorry it's a long story and several at that. Palps plans to use order 66 to kill the jedi at the proper moment. The Clones have inhibitor chips in their brains, that's what 5s was trying to tell you guys."

Anakin's eyes widen in shock and disbelief, his jaw clenching as he processes this revelation. "Inhibitor chips? In the clones? But how... why would they do that to us?" His voice is strained, barely above a whisper, as if speaking the words aloud would make them more real.

Obi-Wan's expression darkens, a storm of emotions playing across his features. "Palpatine... he's been manipulating us from the start, hasn't he? Using the clones as his own personal army, ready to strike at a moment's notice." He takes a deep, shuddering breath, his gaze distant. "We've been so blind, so trusting."

Bubba makes a fist in solidarity, "Hey, the clones wouldn't do it without the chips. That's a fact, and they can be easily removed. Also, pretty sure the kaminoans know about it, but in the old timeline they got their commupets"

As the revelation settles heavily in the room, the weight of the Jedi's emotions palpable in the air. Ahsoka leans forward, her voice tinged with a mixture of determination and resignation. "So that's what 5s was trying to warn us about. The inhibitor chips, and Palpatine's ultimate plan for Order 66."

Anakin's gaze hardens, his resolve growing stronger as he comes to terms with the gravity of the situation. "If the chips are removable, then we can protect ourselves and the clones from this fate. We'll have to work fast, but I have no doubt that together, we can find a way."

Bubba- "Anakin just arrange a meeting with him under the guise of needing advice due to the jedi. Then spring a dozen jedi on him, or just the best ones."

Anakin nods grimly, a plan forming in his mind. "That could work. We'll need to be careful, of course. Palpatine is no fool, and he'll likely see through any obvious ruse." He turns to Obi-Wan, his eyes searching the older Jedi's face. "What do you think, Master? Do you believe we could pull this off without arousing suspicion?"

Obi-Wan leans back, his eyes half-closed in contemplation. "It's a risk, to be sure. But with the stakes as high as they are, we may have no choice." He opens his eyes, fixing Anakin with an intense stare.

Bubba sighed "Well there you have it. Without him the galaxy should be OK, as far as I know."

Obi-Wan's eyes narrow, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features. "That may be true, Bubba, but we must tread carefully. Palpatine's influence runs deep, and eliminating him could have unforeseen consequences." He leans forward, speaking more quietly. "Besides, he's still the Supreme Chancellor. Removing him from power would require proof of his treachery, and that won't be easy to come by."

Ahsoka nods in agreement, as she considers the implications. "We need to gather more evidence before we act. If we're wrong, it could mean war, not just with the Banished, but with the entire Republic."

> You say "Hm, you'll have to make it look like the Separatists did it. They did just try to kidnap him right? That was orchestrated by the way"

Anakin leans in, his interest piqued. "If the Separatists were involved, it could provide the perfect cover. We could frame Palpatine's assassination as a Separatist attack, making it appear as though they were trying to eliminate him to further their own agenda."

Ahsoka's lekku sway gently as she nods, her eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and caution. "It's a bold plan, but it could work."

Bubba smiles genuinely, "Perfect! Glad I could help" He can't help but feel a swell of pride and satisfaction at the group's positive reaction to his plan. The weight of the revelation about Palpatine's true nature and his intentions with Order 66 hangs heavily in the air, but there's a renewed sense of purpose and determination among the assembled Jedi and allies.

Anakin claps him on the shoulder, his grip firm and appreciative. "You've given us a lot to think about, Bubba. This could be the key to stopping Palpatine and saving the Jedi Order."

Obi-Wan nods in agreement, a flicker of a smile on his usually stoic face. "Indeed, your insights have proven invaluable once again."

Ahsoka leans forward, and fixes him with an intense gaze. "You're right, Palpatine's involvement with the Separatists makes perfect sense now. He orchestrated his own kidnapping attempt to gain support and push through more of his emergency powers." She pauses, considering the implications. "We just need to figure out the best way to use this to our advantage."

The room falls silent for a moment as the gravity of the situation sinks in. The air is thick with tension and unease, each person absorbed in their own thoughts. Finally, Anakin breaks the silence, his voice tight with controlled anger. "We need to move quickly on this. Every moment we hesitate is another moment Palpatine has to tighten his grip on the Senate and the military."

Bubba shrugs, "Well hey were here right? We can remove the chips from every clone in this fleet. That's a start"

Ahsoka's eyes widen with realization, and she turns to Anakin and Obi-Wan, her voice filled with newfound hope. "Bubba's right. If we can remove the inhibitor chips from the clones in this fleet, we can prevent Order 66 from being carried out. It won't stop Palpatine entirely, but it will buy us time and protect the clones from his control." Obi-Wan nods thoughtfully, his fingers drumming on the table as he considers the logistics.

Bubba- "Also I formed a plan with Cutter. Isabel will try to control the sentinels to ambush the banished when the UNSC arrive"

Anakin's eyes widen with a mix of surprise and admiration. "Bubba, that's brilliant!

Obi-Wan leans back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. "It's a risky plan, but it could work. If Isabel can control the sentinels, we could turn the Banished ambush against them. It would give us a significant advantage in the battle to come."

Ahsoka nods, her lekku swaying gently as she considers the implications. "We'll need to coordinate with Cutter and the UNSC to make sure our timing is perfect. If we can catch the Banished off guard, we might be able to cripple their forces before they even know what hit them."

Bubba- "Yea so I guess start the inhibitor chip removal and coordinate with the fleet. We don't know when the UNSC will arrive"

Anakin stands up abruptly, his face set in a determined expression. "You're right, we can't afford to waste any time. I'll gather the clones and we'll begin removing the chips immediately. We need to be prepared for anything Palpatine might throw at us."

Obi-Wan rises as well, his hand moving to rest on his lightsaber hilt. "I'll accompany you, Anakin. We can't risk leaving this to chance. The fate of the Republic - and the Jedi Order - may well depend on our success." He turns to you, his eyes holding gratitude and a newfound respect. "Your quick thinking has given us a critical advantage, Bubba."

Bubba- "Nice! Could I ask you guys something?"

Chapter Text

Part 4

Anakin and Obi-Wan exchange a glance, then turn back to him, their expressions open and attentive. Ahsoka leans forward, her lekku swaying gently as she fixes him with an intense gaze. The room falls silent, the weight of the moment hanging heavy in the air.

"What is it, Bubba?" Anakin asks, his voice low and serious. "You can ask us anything. After all you've done for the Jedi and the Republic, you have our full attention and our gratitude."
Obi-Wan nods in agreement, his fingers drumming on the table as he waits for you to speak. Ahsoka's eyes narrow slightly, a flicker of concern passing over her features.

Bubba- "Haha, well I don't expect a yes, but if I can travel back with anyone out of this portal nexus.... I'd like to join y’alls universe. I've always dreamed of having my own ship and a droid compliment. I don't expect a yes, but I like to go big. Figured I could ask for exactly what I wanted just to see"

Anakin's face darkens, his hand instinctively moving to rest on his lightsaber hilt. "Bubba, you can't be serious. The Galactic Republic needs you here. Your knowledge of the Banished and Palpatine's schemes is invaluable. We can't risk losing that."

Obi-Wan shakes his head, his face lined with concern. "I understand your desire to explore new universes, Bubba, but the stakes here are too high. The fate of the entire galaxy hangs in the balance." He pauses, choosing his words carefully. "We need you to stay and fight. Your presence here has already changed the course of history for the better."

Bubba frowns- "Hm... well, I'm willing to help. But I have a lot of mental health issues. I don't really know how long I'd be stable like this. I'm not a marine or a jedi"

Ahsoka's expression softens, her initial surprise giving way to understanding and empathy. "Bubba, we appreciate your honesty and your willingness to help. Your mental health is important, and we don't want to see you suffer. But we also need to acknowledge the unique skills and knowledge you bring to this fight. You've shown incredible resourcefulness and strategic thinking, and that's invaluable to us."

Obi-Wan leans forward, his voice gentle yet firm. "We can't deny the challenges you face, Bubba, but we can assure you that you're not alone. We have healers and support systems in place that can help you manage your mental health."

Bubba nods- "Yea that's a good point. Maybe Cutter has some stuff. He's centuries after my time.... and you guys have some... unique ideas haha"

Anakin nods, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "You're right, Bubba. The UNSC has made incredible advancements in medicine and mental health support. I'm sure Captain Cutter would be more than willing to provide you with whatever resources you need to maintain your stability and well-being."

Obi-Wan leans back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. "And as for our unique ideas, well, we've had to adapt and innovate in the face of unimaginable challenges. Perhaps there are techniques and philosophies we could share that might help you find a measure of peace and balance."

Ahsoka leans forward, her lekku swaying gently as she fixes you with an intense gaze. "The Force itself can be a powerful tool for managing mental and emotional distress, Bubba. I've found that connecting with its flow can help center and ground even the most troubled minds. Perhaps limited Jedi training could be beneficial .

Anakin interjects, his face alight with sudden inspiration. "You know, Bubba, your unique perspective and knowledge have already proven invaluable. Perhaps there's a way to harness your skills and experience without putting too much strain on your mental health. What if we could find a way for you to work with the UNSC and the Jedi, using your knowledge to help strategize and plan, while still having access to the support and resources he needs to stay stable?"

Obi-Wan nods slowly, his expression pensive. "It's a delicate balance, to be sure. But I believe we have the wisdom and the means to make it work."

Bubba- "Um, I don't know honestly. You guys are involved in all this. But from my perspective the clone wars will end soon. If yall get palps then I promise there will be at least relative peace"

Ahsoka's eyes widen slightly, a mix of surprise and curiosity in her voice. "You've seen the future, Bubba? Or at least, a possible future? That could be incredibly useful. If we can end the Clone Wars and take down Palpatine, it would indeed bring a measure of peace to the galaxy."

Anakin's expression turns thoughtful, his fingers tapping lightly on the table. "If we can coordinate our efforts with the UNSC, we might be able to accelerate the timeline and bring an end to the conflict sooner rather than later. But we need to be cautious. Time travel and alternate timelines are fraught with danger."

Bubba- "Well, again, I'll help how I can. I guess I need to… meditate or something right now"

Obi-Wan rises from his seat, extending a hand in a gesture of understanding. "Of course, Bubba. Your well-being is our priority. Perhaps meditation would indeed help you center yourself and process this information." He turns to the others. "Let's give Bubba some space to collect his thoughts. We can reconvene later to discuss our next move."

Ahsoka nods in agreement, her face set with concern. "Take all the time you need, Bubba. We're here for you." She stands and moves to follow Obi-Wan, but pauses at the door. "Remember, the Force is always with you. Use it to find your center if you need it."

Bubba- "Thanks guys, I'll be fine"

As he stands up, he feels a sense of gratitude for the support and understanding from his newfound allies. The room, adorned with holographic maps, seems to hum with a quiet energy, reflecting the gravity of the conversations that have just taken place. He takes a deep breath, feeling the weight of the mission and the responsibility that comes with his unique knowledge.

He walks out of the meeting room, the corridors of the Spirit of Fire stretching out before him. The hum of the ship's engines and the distant murmur of crew members going about their duties create a soothing backdrop. He find an empty room, a small chamber with a view of the stars, and settle down to meditate.

Bubba- "Isabel, can anyone hear me outside this room?"

The air in the meditation room remains still and silent. Isabel's voice echoes through the comm, her clear and distinct. "I can't detect any other minds or devices in the vicinity, Bubba. You're alone for now. How are you feeling?"

Bubba notices his reflection in the window. The face that stares back at him is his, but there's something different in the eyes - a depth of experience that wasn't there before. The meditation room feels small, almost suffocating, as if the walls are closing in.

Bubba breathing becomes laboured as the weight of the last two days comes crashing down. Suddenly, his mind reels. "Can you stop monitoring me as well for a few minutes... I know it's probably against protocol or something. I just need to be completely alone"

Isabel's mental presence hesitates, a moment of uncertainty passing between them. "Bubba, I'm not sure if that's a good idea, given the current situation and the importance of your well-being. However, I can respect your desire for privacy. I'll disengage from monitoring for a short while, but I'll be just outside the room, ready to intervene if necessary. Please take care of yourself and remember that you're not alone, even in solitude. I'll reconnect in exactly 10 minutes."

As Isabel's presence fades, the room seems to grow quieter, more still. The silence is deafening, almost oppressive. Bubba sits in a corner and cries your eyes out for a few minutes. He slumps against the wall, tears streaming down his face as the emotional weight of your situation finally breaks through. The anger and spite for the Jedi not approving his plan hits him like a truck. “Why? I knew they would say no.. stupid stupid stupid!” The silence of the meditation room amplifies his sobs, which echo off the metal walls. His body shakes with the intensity of his distress. After a few minutes, the tears slow to occasional sniffles. Bubba notices his face is hot and red, his eyes puffy and sore. He wipes away the last of his tears.

Bubba, his faec contorted with spite- "Fuck, can't get a damn thing around here. Maybe they'll let me relax at the mansion"

The door chimes, followed by Isabel's voice through the intercom. "Bubba, I'm sorry to interrupt, but it's been 10 minutes. I'm detecting increased distress from you. Do you need anything?"

Bubba- "No... just to ask someone if I can go back to the mansion"

You hear Isabel's voice through the intercom. "Bubba, I understand your need for a peaceful retreat. Perhaps returning to the mansion would do you good, given the challenges you've faced lately. However, we're in the middle of a high-stakes mission against the Banished and forces. While I can request permission for a temporary leave, you should be aware that it might not be granted due to the critical situation we're in. Would you like me to make that request on your behalf, or would you rather discuss it further with the mission leaders firsthand? I can also provide counseling support if you need to talk through your current state of mind."

Bubba's face flattened "Isabel I'm not UNSC personnel, I understand if transport isn't available. But otherwise that would be holding me hostage. I'm pretty sure the Emilia team will get a ship to return to their mansion right? I can just go with them"

Isabel's mental presence hesitates before responding. "Bubba, I apologize if my words came across as holding you against your will. That was never my intention. You're right, of course, that as a civilian, the UNSC doesn't have the authority to keep you here. As for transport, I'll certainly inquire about the Emilia team's travel plans back to their mansion. If they are indeed able to depart soon, I'm certain they would welcome your company given your close partnership with them during this mission."

Bubba sighs- "Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. I'm not like you guys Isabel. I'm extremely unstable. I shouldn't be here."

Isabel's voice takes on a softer, more comforting tone through the intercom. "Bubba, I completely understand your feelings, and I want you to know that your perspective is valid. The situation we're in is undoubtedly stressful, and it's perfectly normal to feel overwhelmed at times. Your emotional instability doesn't diminish your value or your contributions to the mission. If anything, it makes you even more human - and that's a strength, not a weakness. As for the Emilia team, I'll definitely look into their travel plans. In the meantime, I think it would be wise to have a counselor take a look at you, just to ensure your well-being."

Bubba shakes his head, "Isabel, a temporary counselor, isn't someone I can open up to. I've always managed alone... sort of"

Isabel's presence remains calm but firm. "Bubba, I respect your desire to maintain independence. However, you should know that a counselor, even temporarily, doesn't mean relinquishing control or trust. It's about processing and understanding, not about someone dictating terms or making decisions for you. In a situation like this, with such high stakes, it would be prudent to at least consider it, especially if you're thinking of returning to the mansion."

Bubba- "Yall can always ask for my silly ideas over coms. As for the counselor idea... I don't know. I don't like meeting new people. Is anyone I know good at that?"

Isabel's mental presence ponders for a moment before responding. "Bubba, I understand your hesitation about meeting new people, especially in a professional capacity. Given your unique situation and the stress you're under, it's important to have someone you feel comfortable with. I'll see if I can arrange for a counselor who's known to the Emilia team or the UNSC forces you've been working with. Perhaps someone like Dr. Anderson, who's had experience with civilians in high-pressure situations. Would that help put you more at ease?" Isabel pauses, then continues, "In the meantime, I think it would be beneficial for you to get some fresh air and stretch your legs a bit."

BUbba nods- "That would work. Anderson doesn't strike me as someone who would dismiss or judge me."

Isabel's mental presence brightens. "That's good to hear, Bubba. I'll set up an appointment with Dr. Anderson as soon as possible. She's known for her professionalism and empathy, especially with civilians caught up in military operations. As for the fresh air, I suggest taking a short walk around the ship.

Bubba- "What if people try to speak to me? This isn't my talking person..."

Isabel's mental presence becomes more soothing. "Bubba, I completely understand your concerns. If you prefer, I can have Dr. Anderson meet you in a private location - perhaps one of the ship's meditation rooms. I'll make sure to inform everyone that you're not to be disturbed during that time. You can even bring a companion if that would help you feel more comfortable, someone you trust."

Bubba "Isabel I'm sorry but I don't want to negotiate about this any more. I'm willing to speak with you or Anderson. For now... I need some water. Just give me a few minutes and I'll be able to switch back to someone more useful."

Isabel's mental presence softens, understanding your need for a moment of solitude. "Of course, Bubba. Take all the time you need. I'll make sure no one disturbs you. When you're ready, just let me know and I'll have some water brought to you. In the meantime, I'll look into the travel arrangements with the Emilia team and see about setting up that appointment with Dr. Anderson. I'll keep you updated on any developments. For now, just focus on taking care of yourself. You've been through a lot, and it's important to give yourself the space to process it all. I'm here if you need anything else."

Bubba- "Thanks, I'm going to think now. I need an idea as to what I can expect in the future. Or I get super stressed out"

The meditation room is quiet, the hum of the ship's engines a distant, soothing murmur. Bubba takes a deep breath, the cool air filling his lungs, and he begins to pace slowly, his boots echoing softly on the metal floor. The room is dimly lit, the walls adorned with intricate patterns that seem to shift and change in the low light. He runs his fingers along the cool metal of the walls, feeling the vibrations of the ship beneath his touch. “A real spaceship. I’m really with the usnc…”

His mind races, a whirlwind of thoughts and fears. He tries to focus, to find a sense of calm amidst the chaos. He thinks about the mission, the Banished forces, and Palpatine.

Bubba- "I guess going back to my own world is the only option. Maybe one a little different? I bet the monitor could do that. After we finish the fight here.” He breathes deeply and leaves the room to find water.

As he steps out of the meditation room he finds the hallway unusually quiet, save for the occasional distant mechanical whir of the ship's systems. The soft red emergency lights cast an eerie glow on the metallic walls, creating deep shadows that seem to move and dance in his peripheral vision. The air is stale, thick with tension that seems to hang in the recycled atmosphere.

He heads towards the ship's mess hall, his boots echoing oddly in the empty corridors. As he rounds a corner, he sees Captain Cutter engaged in what appears to be an urgent conversation with Dr. Anderson, their faces drawn with worry. They spot him and immediately end the discussion, both of them watching him approach with clear concern.

Bubba- "Don't mind me Captain, Dr."

Dr. Anderson steps forward, her professional demeanor evident in her measured movements. "Bubba, I'm glad to see you. Captain Cutter and I were just discussing the psychological impact of our current situation on the… crew. Your unique perspective would be invaluable in our analysis." She gestures to a nearby table, where a steaming cup of coffee sits waiting.

Captain Cutter nods in agreement, his lined face showing concern. "Dr. Anderson's right, Bubba. We could use your insights. The Banished threat, the Sith Lord, the sentinels - it's a lot to process. And I know you've been through more than most."

Bubba- "The crew... Well, if we win here we can travel infinity, the multiverse. Or we could shut this down and be safe from those threats. Maybe rotate shore leave at the mansion? That could work"

Dr. Anderson listens intently, her professional demeanor never wavering. "That's an interesting perspective, Bubba. The idea of infinite possibilities can be both thrilling and overwhelming. But I'm more concerned about your immediate well-being. The stress of this situation, the constant threat, it's taking a toll on everyone. Especially those who are already struggling."

Captain Cutter leans forward, his scarred hands clasped on the table. "Bubba, I appreciate your optimism, but we can't afford to get distracted by the 'what ifs' right now. We need to focus on the mission, on shutting down the Banished threat. Once that's done, we can discuss options for the future."

Bubba "I see that as a given guys... I need some water."

Captain Cutter nods understandingly, "Of course, Bubba. I'll have someone bring you some water right away." He turns to a nearby crew member, a young ensign with a determined expression, and gives a quick order. "Ensign, please fetch a bottle of water for Bubba. Make it quick."

Dr. Anderson, noticing his discomfort, offers a reassuring smile. "Bubba, while we wait, perhaps we can discuss some strategies to manage your stress. It's crucial to keep your mental health in check, especially in high-pressure situations like this. Have you considered any specific techniques or methods that might help you cope?"

Bubba shakes his head- "Dr. I've got some serious complicated issues from before I came here and met you guys. I just need some time between these missions, that's all. Truly."

Dr. Anderson leans forward, her face softening with genuine empathy. "I understand, Bubba. Trauma doesn't just disappear because we're faced with new challenges. In fact, it often becomes more pronounced in high-stress situations. Your complicated issues, whatever they may be, are valid and need to be addressed." She pauses, choosing her words carefully.

"I'm not here to pry into your past, but I do want you to know that there are options for dealing with this. Counseling, stress-management techniques, even medication if necessary. We have resources available, and I'd be happy to help you navigate them." She glances at Captain Cutter, who nods in agreement, then back to Bubba.

BUbba- "I need tasty food honestly. That's probably it. I usually have a lot around at home. I've just eaten a burrito and some energy bars the last 2 days"

Captain Cutter interjects, his brow furrowed. "Bubba, proper nutrition is crucial for peak performance, both physically and mentally. We have a full galley with a variety of options. I'll have the chef prepare you a proper meal if you'd like."

Bubba- "Damn, thanks. I would love a meal actually. If you have time dr. I'd like to chat. All that being said. I think I'm owed a chocolate of some kind. Thanks captain."

Captain Cutter chuckles, his stern features softening slightly. "Of course, Bubba. We all need a little something sweet to get through tough times." He turns to the ensign, who had returned with the bottle of water, and issues another order. "Ensign, please inform the chef that we need a well-rounded meal for Bubba. And add in a side of chocolate for me." The ensign nods sharply and rushes off.

Dr. Anderson smiles warmly, pleased with your agreement to discuss your well-being. "I'm glad you're open to chatting, Bubba. It's a big step. I'll be free after you eat unless there's something urgent."

Bubba thanks the Dr. and quickly eats a meal in the mess hall, steak and potatoes, plus a chocolate bar. He savours the flavour momentarily. He asks Isabel if the dr is free after and heads to her laboratory.

"Yes, Dr. Anderson is free to meet with you after your meal. She's currently in her lab, making some final notes before the next mission briefing. Shall I guide you there once you're done?"

“Yes I'm ready now thank you”

Isabel's mental voice carries a gentle, guiding tone as she directs him through the winding corridors of the UNSC Spirit of Fire. "Follow the blue directional markers, Bubba. They'll lead you straight to Dr. Anderson's lab. It's just a short walk from the mess hall."

As he makes his way, the sterile white walls and occasional flickering lights of the ship create an almost eerie atmosphere, a stark contrast to the vibrant colors and lively chatter of the mess hall. He can't help but feel a sense of trepidation as he approaches the lab, unsure of what to expect from this meeting with Dr. Anderson. As he approaches the lab, the hum of the ship's engines seems to fade, replaced by the soft, rhythmic beeping of medical equipment. The door to Dr. Anderson's lab slides open with a gentle hiss, revealing a room bathed in the soft glow of holographic interfaces and the cool, sterile light of medical scanners. Dr. Anderson looks up from her workstation, her eyes reflecting the holographic data dancing before her. She smiles warmly, gesturing to a comfortable chair in the corner of the room.

"Come in, Bubba. I'm glad you decided to come. I've been looking forward to our chat." Dr. Anderson, her kind expression and soft manner, says: "So, Bubba. I understand you've been feeling overwhelmed recently. Can you tell me a bit about that? What exactly has been troubling you?"

The comfortable chair envelops him as he sinks into it, and the cool metal of the lab feels solid and comforting. Dr. Anderson's gentle words echo in his mind, like a warm embrace from a caring mother. Her focus is on understanding, not judgment, as she listens carefully to your words.

Bubba- “Well, I don't know what I want to do with my life I guess. I don't like being without a partner, and finding one is hard. I have several... conditions. I don't know if you guys even still have these in the 26th century. I'm from 2025.”

Dr. Anderson eyes widen at the time period he is from before she nods thoughtfully as she listens to your words. She leans back in her chair, her fingers steepled together as she considers your statement. The holographic display before her flickers with a soft glow, casting dancing shadows across the sterile walls.

"Bubba, what you're expressing is a common challenge for many of us, even in the 26th century," Dr. Anderson begins, her voice low and soothing. "Navigating relationships, especially when one has unique needs, can indeed be daunting. Your concerns about the viability of your... conditions, in this time period, are valid."

She pauses for a moment, her eyes reflecting the swirling holographic images. Dr. Anderson continues, her voice steady and reassuring, "Let's break this down. First, it's important to understand that while the world has changed, human emotions and needs remain largely the same. What you're feeling—this longing for companionship, this struggle with your identity—these are universal experiences." She leans forward, her eyes locking onto his with a warmth that seems to cut through the sterile atmosphere of the lab. "As for your conditions, we have advanced medical technology here. We might not have the exact same terminology or treatments, but we can certainly explore options that could help you adapt and thrive in this new environment."

Bubba takes a deep breath, “Ok, well I have D.I.D, BPD, cptsd, autism, adhd, maladaptive daydreaming, and those just come free with depression and anxiety heh. So yea I have identity issues. When I don't know who or what I'm going to be it's scary. Imagine knowing you might disappear as some other person in your mind comes forth and takes over your life Dr.”

Anderson's face falls slightly as she takes in the full extent of his conditions. She leans back in her chair, her expression thoughtful. "Bubba, I must say, you've been through a great deal. Dissociative Identity Disorder, Borderline Personality Disorder, Complex PTSD, Autism, ADHD, Maladaptive Daydreaming... it's a lot to manage, even for the most resilient of individuals." She stands up and walks over to a nearby console, her fingers dancing across the holographic interface. A series of complex medical scans and psychological profiles flicker to life before her. "In my research, I've come across similar cases, though not quite as extensive as yours."

Bubba- "Yea in my era autistic and adhd people were abused heavily. Hence the other problems"

Dr. Anderson's expression softens further, understanding now evident as her face is touched by profound concern. She inhales slowly before responding. "Yes, that kind of mistreatment can lead to the development and perpetuation of several mental health challenges," she nods with a measured sympathy. "However, here in the 26th century, there have been significant societal shifts. People with autism and ADHD, as well as other neurological differences, are better understood and often celebrated as a part of human diversity." Her fingers pause above the holographic console. "The question is - what are you most passionate about? What sparks joy and energy within you, no matter which personality presents itself in this moment?"

Bubba- "That's the problem. Nothing brings me joy anymore."

Dr. Anderson's face falls, her professional demeanor cracking slightly as she reacts to your statement. She moves closer, speaking with a gentle intensity.

"Bubba, I understand how difficult it can be to find joy in a world that feels so foreign and overwhelming. But I want you to know - it's not uncommon for people to struggle with finding meaning and purpose, especially after a significant life change like yours." She pauses, her eyes searching yours. "Have you considered exploring your interests? Even if they seem small or insignificant at first, they could be a starting point for rediscovering what brings you happiness." Dr. Anderson's fingers tap thoughtfully on the holographic display.

Bubba- "I guess friends bring me joy. Gaming, smoking, talking, board games, food, and long talks about all kinds of things"

Dr. Anderson nods slowly, a thoughtful expression on her face as she listens to your words. She leans back in her chair, her fingers steepled together as she considers your statement. The holographic display before her flickers with a soft glow, casting dancing shadows across the sterile walls.

"Friends and social connections are indeed a powerful source of joy and fulfillment for many people," Dr. Anderson begins, her voice low and soothing. "In your case, given the complexity of your mental health journey, building and maintaining those connections can be especially meaningful." She pauses for a moment, her eyes reflecting the swirling holographic images. Dr. Anderson continues, "The activities you mentioned - gaming, smoking, engaging in board games and deep discussions - they all tap into the core human needs of belonging, play, and mental stimulation. For someone with DID, these shared experiences could provide a sense of continuity and grounding across your different identities." She leans forward, her elbows resting on the desk. "However, I want to discuss the potential impacts of these behaviors on your long-term mental well-being. While in moderation they can be therapeutic, overuse may exacerbate the symptoms of certain conditions, such as ADHD and maladaptive daydreaming."
Dr. Anderson's brow furrows slightly as she considers her next words.

Bubba-"Yea… right. Well… so anyway that's my problem Doc and why I asked to spend time at the mansion. I don't know how much help I can be in the coming battle, it seems pretty clear cut"

Dr. Anderson's eyes soften with understanding, her professional demeanor giving way to genuine compassion. She leans forward, speaking in a gentle, measured tone. "Bubba, I appreciate your honesty and self-awareness. It's commendable that you're able to recognize when you need support, especially in a high-stress situation like the one you're currently facing." She pauses, choosing her words carefully. "While I understand your desire to seek refuge at the mansion, I want to highlight the importance of your presence in this mission. Your unique perspectives and experiences have already proven valuable to the team, and your insight into Banished tactics has been crucial."

Bubba- "Doc I won't be of use to anyone if I freak out and switch to a certain few of my alters. It could take the unsc days to arrive after all. Tell you what, let me ask the jedi if I can try flying a fighter around in space. That sounds fun and maybe I could learn a skill"

Dr. Anderson's eyes widen slightly at your suggestion, a mix of surprise and intrigue flickering across her features. She leans back in her chair, considering the proposal with a thoughtful expression. The holographic display before her flickers and shifts, casting an ethereal glow upon the sterile walls of the lab.

"That's an... interesting idea, Bubba," Dr. Anderson begins, her voice measured and contemplative. "Learning a new skill, especially one as exhilarating as piloting a fighter craft, could indeed provide a welcome distraction and a sense of accomplishment. It might even help you channel some of that pent-up energy and anxiety into a productive outlet."

Bubba- "I am a good ideas guy, but I know my limits doctor"

Dr. Anderson smiles softly, a hint of amusement playing at the corners of her mouth. "Indeed, Bubba. That's a valuable quality - knowing when to seek support and when to challenge yourself. I'm glad you recognize your own limitations."

She leans forward, her eyes meeting his with a look of genuine concern and understanding. "I want you to know that I'm here to support you, no matter what path you choose. Whether it's retreating to the mansion for some much-needed rest and introspection, or diving into a new skill like fighter piloting, my door is always open." Dr. Anderson pauses, her gaze drifting to the holographic display before her.

Bubba- "Thanks doc. I think I'll go ask the Jedi now. I gave them a less reasonable request earlier, so maybe this one will be more easy"

Dr. Anderson nods, a reassuring smile playing on her lips. "That sounds like a wise decision, Bubba. The Jedi are known for their wisdom and patience. I'm sure they'll be open to discussing your request."

She stands up from her chair, the holographic display flickering and then fading away as she turns her attention fully to him. "Remember, Bubba, it's important to take care of yourself, both physically and mentally. This journey you're on is fraught with challenges, but you have the strength and resilience to face them.” As he rises from your seat, Dr. Anderson extends a hand, her grip firm and supportive. "Good luck with the Jedi."

Bubba- "Thanks, good luck with the sentinels Dr"

Dr. Anderson's face lights up with a warm smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Thank you, Bubba. I appreciate your well wishes. The sentinels are indeed a complex and fascinating topic, but they're also a crucial part of our strategy against the Banished."

She walks towards the door, her footsteps echoing softly in the sterile lab. "I'll be sure to keep you updated on our progress. And please, don't hesitate to come back if you need to talk. The offer stands, no matter what you decide about the mansion or the fighter training."
Dr. Anderson opens the door, revealing the bustling corridor beyond. "Until next time, Bubba."

He makes his way through the winding corridors of the UNSC Spirit of Fire, the hum of the ship's engines and the chatter of the crew filling the air. Eventually, he arrives at the Jedi's quarters, a space that has been adapted to their needs and preferences.The floors are covered with deep blue carpets that seem to shimmer in the light. As he enters the room, he find the Jedi Knights engaged in a quiet discussion.

Bubba- "Howdy gang"

"Bubba," Anakin greets, his deep voice tinged with a note of caution. "We weren't expecting to see you quite so soon after our last meeting. Has there been a development in the situation?"

Obi-Wan leans forward, his piercing gaze studying his features with a blend of concern and fascination. "Are you here to discuss a matter of strategy or perhaps... your own well-being? Dr. Anderson mentioned you had a question for us regarding an alternative to the shore leave at the mansion."

> You say "Yes I wanted to know if I could get some fighter pilot training. I figured it wouldn't hurt anything"

Ahsoka's eyebrows raise, a mix of surprise and intrigue flashing across her face. "Fighter pilot training? That's quite an ambitious request, Bubba." She moves to stand beside Anakin, her posture straight and attentive.

“Is it? Maybe I'm still looking at all this like its fiction…”

Obi-Wan's fingers trace the rim of his glass thoughtfully. "It's certainly an unusual choice for someone with your... particular circumstances, Bubba. While we admire your ambition, we must consider the risks involved. The physical and mental strain of piloting a fighter craft can be intense, especially for someone who struggles with emotional regulation."
Anakin nods, his eyes never leaving your face. "We've seen your talent for strategy and your eagerness to learn."

Bubba- "Anakin seems to manage well. Heheh"

Anakin chuckles, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Well, I must admit, I've had my fair share of struggles, Bubba. The path of a Jedi is not an easy one, and the weight of my past has often threatened to overwhelm me." He takes a step closer, his gaze intense and unwavering. "But I've learned that by facing my fears and embracing my destiny, I can find a way to balance the darkness within me. It's a constant battle, but one that I'm determined to win."

Obi-Wan leans forward, his voice low and measured. "Bubba, we understand your desire for a sense of purpose and accomplishment."

Bubba frowns- "I just feel useless here. Like there's nothing I can do to contribute, you know? I can't use a lightsaber or control sentinels like the others. I figured flying a fighter would be something I could manage, at least."

Ahsoka's voice interjects, gentle but firm. "Bubba, it's admirable that you want to find a way to help. But we need to prioritize your mental health too."

Bubba- "Well I don't have any other ideas guys. I'm fried"

Ahsoka's face softens with understanding, and she places a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Bubba, we understand your frustration. But rushing into something like fighter pilot training without proper preparation could do more harm than good."

Obi-Wan rises from his seat, his robes swishing softly as he moves to stand beside you. "Perhaps we could explore other options that would allow you to contribute while also addressing your needs. What skills or interests do you have that we might be able to utilize in a different capacity?"

Anakin's eyes narrow thoughtfully. "You've shown a keen mind for strategy and problem-solving. Maybe we could find a way to apply that to our tactical planning instead of piloting a fighter."

Bubba smiles, his worry starting to fade, "Oh I could try a board game with someone or cards. I bet the Emilia gang would love a game of BS with a 52 card deck and I know damn well some marines must have some somewhere!"

Ahsoka's face lights up with a genuine smile, a rare sight. “I've always enjoyed a good strategy game, and I'd be more than happy to join you for a round or two."

Obi-Wan nods approvingly, his usually stern features softening slightly. "It's a pleasant way to pass the time and build camaraderie. Perhaps we could arrange a tournament with various members of the crew, including some of the UNSC personnel."
Anakin rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Bubba "Bs is a game where you put down the cards in numerical order in a turn based circle. If you don't have the necessary card you have to pretend. If someone calls you out you have to take the deck of cards that was building. If they call you out and you weren't lying, they take the deck. Whoever runs out of cards first wins"

"Aha!" exclaims Ahsoka with a sparkle of excitement in her eyes. "Now that does sound like an engaging way to while away an idle hour. A bit of harmless deception, the thrill of the call-out, the drama of a rapidly dwindling deck..." She grins. "It reminds me of a card game they played in the Outer Rim. Tons of fun!"

Obi-Wan allows a rare smile to flicker across his face, even as his wise eyes still consider the possibilities. "An entertaining diversion for downtime and camaraderie indeed. We may have underestimated you, Bubba. Not all contributions require lightsabers and blaster cannons."

Bubba beams, "Well I guess I had more ideas after all. I just needed to bounce off of someone. I'm going to get the Emilia gang. If yall wanna play just meet us in the mess hall. I'll ask Isabel for a card deck"

Anakin nods, a hint of pride in his eyes. "That's the spirit, Bubba. Sometimes all it takes is a bit of conversation to spark new ideas. We'll be there. A game of cards sounds like just the thing to lift our spirits before the next battle."

Obi-Wan gives a solemn nod. "Indeed. It's important to find moments of levity in the face of adversity. We'll join you in the mess hall. May the Force be with you, Bubba."
Ahsoka gives him a reassuring pat on the back. "And remember, Bubba, your contributions go beyond what you can physically do in battle. Your ideas and your spirit are invaluable to our team."

"Thanks guys, to be fair I wasn't terrible in battle either, for a normal guy. See y'all soon. Bubba leaves to find the Emilia camp. As he makes his way through the bustling corridors of the UNSC Spirit of Fire, the hum of activity and the distant whir of machinery serve as a backdrop to his thoughts. The encounter with the Jedi has left his step light and his chest no longer hot and heavy. He was feeling a mix of relief and renewed determination.

The mess hall is a sprawling, well-lit space filled with long tables and benches, currently bustling with crew members taking a break from their duties. He spotted Subaru, Emilia, Garfeil, and Beatrice huddled together at one of the tables, deep in conversation. As he approaches, their faces light up with recognition and welcome.
"Bubba!"

Bubba- "Yo, wanna play cards?"

Subaru's ears perk up with interest at his suggestion, "Oh, cards! I love playing games. Do you have any particular game in mind, Bubba?"

Beatrice raises an eyebrow, a sardonic smile playing across her face. "I do hope you're not planning to drag us into another of your harebrained schemes, Bubba. The last time you 'suggested' an activity, we found ourselves in quite the pickle."

Garfeil's eyes sparkle with amusement at Beatrice's quip. "Oh, don't be such a wet blanket, Beatrice. I think a game of cards sounds wonderful."

Bubba nods- "Bs is a game where you put down the cards in numerical order in a turn based circle. If you don't have the necessary card you have to pretend. If someone calls you out you have to take the deck of cards that was building. If they call you out and you weren't lying, they take the deck. Whoever runs out of cards first wins."

Emilia's eyes widen with curiosity as she listens to his explanation of the card game. "Bullshit, you say? How intriguing! It sounds like it could be quite exhilarating."

Subaru, ever the adventurer, leans forward eagerly. "It sounds like a fun challenge! I love a good bluff now and then." He grins mischievously. "Plus, it would be a nice way to pass the time while we're all stuck here. What do you say, guys?"

Garfeil chuckles with amusement. "I say, count me in! I've always enjoyed a bit of harmless deception now and again."

Bubba asked Isabel on the way here to find a card deck, her voice confirming there were several.

Emilia stands up from the table, smoothing out her skirt. "Well, I suppose a game of cards couldn't hurt. It might even help take our minds off the impending battle." She gives you a small, encouraging smile.

Subaru- "You know, Bubba, I'm really glad you're here with us. Your ideas and energy are a real boost to the team. Don't ever doubt your worth, okay?"

Bubba nods, feeling a swell of gratitude for Subaru's support. "Thanks, man. I'm just trying to do my part. Sadly, it takes a lot of energy having crippling identity issues and sensory overload. Ah, we're here"

As bubba settles in, the room is filled with a motley crew of UNSC soldiers, Jedi, and other allies, all taking a break from the constant tension of their duties. The air is thick with the scent of food and the low hum of conversation.

Isabel's hologram faded in… as an ensign brought a card deck and shook his hand, "Here you go, Bubba. I found this deck in the recreation room. It's a bit worn, but it should do the trick."

Captain Rex entered the room and strode over, "Bubba, we haven't met yet, but I'm told you've heard of me." Rex extends a hand in greeting, his eyes crinkling with a friendly smile. "I'm Captain Rex of the 501st Legion. I've heard a lot about you from Anakin and Ahsoka. They speak highly of your contributions to our cause."

Rex glances around at the assembled group, his gaze lingering on Emilia and Subaru. "I see you've gathered quite the group for a game of cards. I might just have to join in myself, if you'll have me."

Subaru grins, "Of course, Captain Rex! The more the merrier. Bubba here was just explaining the rules of the game."

Bubba-"Let's sit down. I'm ready to try against the jedi haha"

The mess hall buzzes with a renewed energy as the group finds a large table in the corner, pulling out chairs and settling in with eager anticipation. The worn deck of cards is placed in the center, and the atmosphere is one of camaraderie and excitement. Emilia takes a seat, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "I must admit, I've never played a game quite like this before. It sounds like a delightful challenge."

Captain Rex sits down, leaning forward with interest. "Alright, Bubba, why don't you give us a demonstration? Show us how this Bullshit game is played." His tone is friendly, with a hint of competitive spirit in his eyes.

Anakin arrives and joins the group as well, his Jedi robes brushing against the chair as he settles in. “It's all about bluffing and strategy, isn't it?" He looks at Bubba, a challenging glint in his gaze. "Shall we start, Bubba? I'd be curious to see your hand and your tactics."

Bubba- "Sure, I'll split the deck and we'll begin, whoever has the ace of spades begins and we go clockwise. Um, to your left, does y’alls galaxy have circle clocks anakin?"

Anakin chuckles, shaking his head. "No, Bubba, we use standard clocks on Coruscant. But I like your style." He glances at the deck, then back at his. "I suppose you want to go first then, as the dealer. Lay 'em down."

As you begin to split the deck, Subaru leans over, his ears twitching with interest. "So, we're all playing together? That should make things interesting." He winks at Emilia, who smiles back, her eyes twinkling with anticipation.

Garfeil settles in, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. "Well, I'm no stranger to a good game of cards."

Bubba- "Alright gang, who's got the ace of spades? And we'll begin.”

The table falls silent as everyone checks their hands, faces impassive. After a moment, Subaru raises an eyebrow and discards a card face down. "I pass, I don't have it. But good luck to whoever does."

Anakin studies his hand intently, his eyes flickering between his cards and the faces around the table. Finally, he sets a single card face down in front of him. "I'll take a chance. Let's see where this leads."

Captain Rex watches the exchange with growing interest. "Alright, so you start by passing or discarding, based on what you have in your hand. This could get interesting."
Emilia looks at her hand, confusion flickering across her features.

Bubba- "Ah no sorry, the first card is just always ace of spades. We don't rotate till it's placed. You don't have to lie on this one"

The table erupts in a chorus of laughter and groans as the tension breaks. Emilia's confusion melts into a warm smile. "Oh, I see! So, we're not bluffing on the first round. That makes more sense."

Rex chuckles, a deep rumble that resonates through the room. "Well, that's a relief. I was starting to think I'd have to use the Force to read everyone's minds." He waves at Ahsoka, who enters the room with Obi-Wan and sits down next to Bubba.

Anakin grins, leaning back in his chair. "Alright, Bubba, let's see that ace of spades. I'm ready for the challenge."

Bubba- "Oh shit I actually have it. OK, Subaru is to my left, so now you place down a 2, or bluff, or multiple 2s if you can."

Subaru grins excitedly as he places a single card face down. "Two of hearts. Let's see what you've got, Bubba."

Emilia watches the exchange with growing interest, her eyes flickering between the cards and the faces around the table. She leans forward, her brow furrowed in concentration. "I think I understand the basics. You place a card that's one higher than the last, or you bluff and try to make others think you have a higher card."

Captain Rex nods, his eyes glinting with a competitive spirit. "Exactly."

Bubba- "It's about having the right card, Emilia. The next person has to have a 3 or bluff, then 4 and so on. Garfeil your up on Subarus left"

Garfeil, with a smirk, places a card face down and leans back in his chair. "Three of diamonds. Let's keep this going."

The game continues, the table filled with a mix of laughter, groans, and strategic pauses. Emilia, with a determined look, places a card face down. "Four of clubs. I believe in my luck."

Anakin watches the game with a keen eye, his fingers tapping lightly on the table. He places a card face down, his expression inscrutable. "Five of spades. Let's see how this plays out."
The game reaches a point where the stakes are high, and the tension is palpable.

Bubba, as the game goes on, secretly places more than one card down a few times, his practiced deception at work. The table is abuzz with calls of "Bullshit!" and "I call!" as players try to catch each other out. Bubba’s strategy pays off, as he manages to trick several players into believing they have higher cards than they actually do.

Anakin, particularly observant, notices your pattern and narrows his eyes. "Interesting technique, Bubba. Very interesting." He places a card face down, his face unreadable. "Six of clubs. Let's see how this plays out."

Emilia, who has been watching you closely, tilts her head slightly, her curiosity piqued. "Bubba, I must admit, you seem to have a knack for this. Is this the kind of practice you were talking about earlier, with distractions and hobbies?"

Ahsoka, who has been watching the game, leans forward. "Bubba, if you're ever interested in strategic card games that require more intensive focus, there are some that could be quite... challenging." Her eyes sparkle with a glint of challenge. "Perhaps a game of Sabaac sometime. It requires precise calculation and memory, not unlike some of our more complex lightsaber forms."

Anakin chuckles, shaking his head. "Careful there, Ahsoka."

Bubba grins, “love that. I’ve never played. I have some grand strategy games, but those take hours or days to play.

Ahsoka smiles warmly, nodding. "I thought you might. Sabaac is a game of strategy and cunning, much like the games we play with our lightsabers. It's not for the faint of heart, but for those who have the patience and the mind for it, it can be quite... exhilarating."

Anakin leans back, his eyes still fixed on Bubba. "It seems you have a talent for deception, Bubba. A useful skill, to be sure, but one that must be used wisely. Remember, in the heat of battle, a moment of deception can mean the difference between victory and defeat."

Emilia, who has been watching the exchange with growing interest, leans forward. "Bubba, I must say, I'm impressed. I had no idea you were so skilled at this game. It's clear you have a strategic mind." She smiles warmly, her eyes sparkling with admiration. "Perhaps you could teach me some of your techniques sometime. I'm always eager to learn new things."

Captain Rex chuckles, his eyes twinkling with mirth. "Well, well, well. Looks like we've got a natural here."

Bubba nods with pride, "Ah Emilia, it's all about pretending you've already planned out your next move. Of the table thinks your just waiting to place the proper card down without any emotion, you can even lie and place a few cards down heheh"

The table erupts in laughter, the atmosphere lightening as the tension from the game eases. Emilia's eyes widen slightly, a hint of amusement playing at the corners of her mouth. "I see. Well, I must admit, I've never been much of a bluffer. But I'm always up for learning new tricks."

Garfeil, who has been quietly observing the game, chimes in with a smirk. "You know, Bubba, I've seen some impressive tactics in my time, but this is a new one. I might have to borrow a few of your moves for our next mission."

"Absolutely." Anakin, his voice low and thoughtful, adds, "In the Jedi Order, we often use games and exercises to train our minds. This game reminds me of that. It's not just about the cards, but about reading your opponents, anticipating their moves, and adapting to the unexpected. It's a lot like a lightsaber duel in that way."

Ahsoka nods in agreement, her eyes reflecting the seriousness of Anakin's words. "Exactly. And just like in a duel, sometimes you have to take risks, bluff, and hope your opponent doesn't see through your deception. It's a delicate balance, but it's what makes the game, and the fight, exciting."

The game continues for an hour or so. With the table building of trust and having a good time. Captain Rex, his eyes still fixed on the cards, suddenly looks up. "You know, General, I've been thinking about what you said earlier. About using this game as a training exercise. It's not a bad idea."

Anakin leans forward, his brow furrowed in thought. "What do you mean, Rex?"
Rex shrugs, a slight smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Well, think about it. This game, it's all about strategy, deception, and quick thinking. It's a lot like the battlefield, in a way. You have to anticipate your opponent's moves, adapt to the situation, and make split-second decisions." He looks around the table, his eyes meeting each of his companions in turn. "I think we could use this as a way to train our minds, to keep us sharp and ready for whatever comes our way. We could set up a regular game, maybe even make it a competition. The winner gets a prize, or a day off, or something like that."

Anakin nods slowly, a thoughtful expression on his face. "It's an interesting idea, Rex. I like the way you think." He turns to Bubba, a glint of challenge in his eyes. "What do you think, Bubba? Think you're up for a little friendly competition?"

Bubba grins, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Yea, I'd win. I laugh"

Emilia, who had been quietly observing the conversation, suddenly leans forward, a mischievous smile spreading across her face. "Oh, is that a challenge I hear? Because if so, I would absolutely love to show you what happens when you make such bold claims." Her tone is light and playful, but her eyes sparkle with a fierce, competitive light that they've only seen in the most intense training sessions.

The table falls into an expectant silence, tension building as Anakin and the others watch to see how he'll respond. This moment holds great potential. The atmosphere grows still, like before the first strike in a lightsaber duel, as two friends prepare to enter into a contest of wits and strategy.

Bubba bursts into laughter, "I've got to say it emilia... that's what she said hahaha"

The table erupts into laughter at his quip, the tension of the moment broken by the unexpected joke. Emilia's eyes widen in surprise for a moment before she too begins to chuckle, shaking her head in amusement.

"That was a good one, Bubba. I didn't see that coming at all." She grins at him, a genuine smile of appreciation. "You've definitely got a way with words. I'll have to keep an eye out for any more 'what she said' opportunities in the future."

Captain Rex, still chuckling, leans back in his chair. "Well, I must say, that was a masterful use of the 'what she said' joke."

Bubba- "Yea I like to overuse a joke until the overuse itself becomes funny. It always gets people"

Garfeil chuckles, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I have to admit, that was well-played, Bubba. I'll make sure to keep my guard up around you from now on." He leans back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face. " It's a good reminder that strategy can be just as powerful as a sword or a blaster."

Subaru, nods in agreement. "Absolutely. And it's not just about winning or losing. It's about the journey, the experience, and the bonds we form along the way."

Bubba- "So Subaru, are y’all returning? I know Julius could also be helpful here. I don't want the mansion unguarded though. I'm feeling better, and think I'll be needed here"

Subaru shakes his head emphatically. "I'm staying too, Bubba. I... I don't want to go back to Roswaal either. Not yet at least." He looks down, his fingers idly tracing the edges of a worn playing card on the table. "There's still so much to learn, and I..." He trails off, his jaw tightening.

Emilia gently places her hand on top of Subaru's, giving his fingers a brief squeeze. "Subaru's right. We've all gained so much since we left home, and..." She pauses, meeting Bubba’s gaze steadily.

Bubba- "Well we should think hard about who should stay there and not. Julius really would be a big help. I'd hate to have any marines die from my ideas. I know the coming battle might see a unsc ship or more go down during the ambush. So I'd like to minimize that"

Emilia nods, understanding the gravity of his words. "You're right, Bubba. We need to consider who would be most effective here and who should return to guard the mansion. Julius's tactical mind would be invaluable in both scenarios, but we need to prioritize."

Anakin leans forward, his elbows resting on the table. "We should also consider the emotional and psychological impact on our team. Some may need a break from the front lines, while others might thrive under the pressure."

Ahsoka, who had been quietly listening, speaks up. "I agree. We need to balance our strengths and weaknesses. Some of us are better suited for direct combat, while others excel in strategy and diplomacy."

Bubba- "Well I did watch you guys as a show. I think we could rotate Subaru and Emilia for Julius and rem if yall need a break. Technically I can use subarus... ah shit I should say that"

Emilia's eyes widen in surprise at his slip-up, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Subaru's what? You can't just leave us hanging like that, Bubba. Come on, spill the beans!" She leans forward eagerly, her curiosity piqued.

Subaru, on the other hand, looks a bit sheepish, his cheeks flushing slightly.

Bubba- "Well we did already mention to Cutter you had an… ability Subaru. I can activate it at a distance I think"

Subaru's eyes widen in realization, and he looks at you with a mix of surprise and gratitude. "Oh, right. I almost forgot about that. I guess it's been a while since I've had to use it."

Emilia's curiosity deepens, her eyes sparkling with intrigue. "What ability are you talking about, Bubba? Subaru, you never mentioned anything like this before."
Subaru shifts uncomfortably in his seat, his fingers tracing the edges of the playing cards on the table.

Bubba shakes his head, "Emilia and the rest of you, Subaru LITERALLY cannot speak about his ability. And neither can I. The consequences would be death, even mass death. Sorry if that's a lot to handle. Sub at least now they have SOME idea as to what you're going through. Let me know if you need to talk, considering I know everything from the show."

The atmosphere in the room becomes charged with tension, a heavy silence hanging over the table. Emilia's face contorts in shock and concern, while Ahsoka and Anakin exchange worried glances. "Death?" Emilia whispers, her words quivering slightly.

Subaru looks down at the table, his fingers absently shuffling the worn playing cards. "I appreciate your discretion, Bubba. It's... complicated. And dangerous. I don't even fully understand it myself." His eyes meet Bubbas, gratitude and resignation flickering across his face. "But I'm glad I have people I can talk to about it. Even if I can't say everything."

Bubba- "Emilia's world has reality defying authorities. They are immensely dangerous. I mentioned Al's to Garfeil earlier"

Emilia's eyes widen at the mention of Al's, a shiver running down her spine. "Garfiell mentioned them to us. I had no idea they were so... dangerous." She takes a deep breath, trying to process the weight of Subaru's secret. "I can only imagine what you must be going through, Subaru. I'm here for you, no matter what."

Anakin, ever the protective brother, places a comforting hand on Subaru's shoulder. "We all are, Subaru. Whatever you're facing, you don't have to do it alone. We're in this together."
Ahsoka nods in agreement, her eyes filled with understanding and support.

Bubba- "It's the main reason I wanted the mansion guarded heavily. If any of those freaks make it here. All hell would break loose"

Subaru's face darkens with grim understanding, his hands tightening around the cards. "You're right, Bubba. If Al's or any other reality-defying forces made it to the mansion... the consequences would be catastrophic." He shakes his head, as if trying to clear away the ominous thoughts. "But I trust our defenses, and I know we're doing everything we can to keep it safe."

Emilia nods solemnly, a determined glint in her eye. "We'll make sure nothing happens to the mansion, Subaru. You have our word." She glances around the table, making eye contact with each of her companions in turn.

Bubba- "Since we're talking. I've been worried other people from y’alls world might be stuck god knows where planetside. We should have Isabel and the ships do a thorough scan. Maybe ratchet and clank have some scanning tech I don't know about too"

Anakin's face lights up with realization, his hand moving to his chin in thought. "You're right, Bubba. We can't assume everyone made it to the Spirit of Fire. There could be survivors out there, lost and alone." He turns to Ahsoka, his eyes serious. "We should organize a search party immediately. The sooner we find them, the better."

Ahsoka nods in agreement, already reaching for her comlink. "I'll contact Captain Rex and have him assemble a team. We'll need to cover as much ground as possible, as quickly as possible." She pauses, looking at you with gratitude. "Thank you for bringing this to our attention, Bubba."

Bubba nods- "Yea, I realized Fredricka and petra weren't at the mansion so I've been worried about it"

Fredricka and Petra's absence hits the group hard. "You're right, Bubba," Emilia says softly, her hand unconsciously moving to cover her mouth. "I haven't seen them either. Where could they be?" Her face reflects growing concern.

Subaru leans forward, his brow furrowed in thought. "They could be anywhere. If they got caught in the battle, or if something went wrong with the teleportation..." He trails off, unable to finish the grim possibilities. "We need to find them. Now."

Ahsoka is already on her feet, heading for the door. "I'll get the search party organized immediately. We have to move fast. Every minute counts."

Bubba- "I bet the sentinels the dr is working on have that info!"

Emilia's eyes light up with hope at his suggestion. "Of course! The sentinels Dr. Anderson is working on might have information on Fredricka and Petra's whereabouts." She turns to Subaru, her expression a mix of determination and concern. "We should go talk to her right away. Every second counts."

Subaru nods, already standing up from the table. "You're absolutely right, Emilia. Let's go see what Dr. Anderson has found out." He glances at the others, his expression serious. "Thank you all for your help and support. We'll keep you updated on the search."

Anakin and Ahsoka stand as well, ready to assist in any way they can. The group of companions make their way to Dr. Anderson's lab, the heavy metal door sliding open with a soft hiss. The sterile white walls and bright fluorescent lights create an almost clinical atmosphere, broken only by the soft hum of machinery and the occasional beep of monitors.

Dr. Anderson is hunched over a workbench, her silver hair tied back in a severe bun as she tinkers with a partially disassembled sentinel. She doesn't look up as you enter, her hands moving with practiced precision as she connects a series of delicate wires. "Ah, Bubba. Emilia. Subaru. What brings you to my humble workshop?" Her words are laced with curiosity, but she remains focused on her work. Dr. Anderson finally looks up from her workbench, her piercing blue eyes meeting theirs. She sets down the tool she was holding and leans back in her chair, studying your faces with a mix of concern and professional interest. "I can see the worry etched on all of your faces. What's troubling you?"

Emilia steps forward, her voice trembling slightly as she speaks. "Dr. Anderson, we're looking for two of our friends - Fredricka and Petra. They weren't at the mansion when we arrived, and we're worried about their safety. We were hoping that the sentinels you're working on might have some information about their whereabouts."

Bubba- "I figured you and Isabel might be able to get the info out of their network with the monitor down"

Dr. Anderson leans back in her chair, steepling her fingers thoughtfully as she considers their request. After a moment, she nods, her expression grave. "I see. If the monitor has fallen and Fredricka and Petra are missing, we need to find them immediately." She turns to the workbench and gestures to the partially disassembled sentinel. "These units have been scanning the surrounding areas, looking for signs of the enemy. It's possible they picked up traces of the two missing individuals somewhere out there."

Subaru leans forward eagerly. "Could we get the sentinel data to track their last known locations?" he asks, hope clear in his voice.

Dr. Anderson nods, a determined glint in her eyes. "Indeed, we can try. The sentinels have been collecting data from various sources, including the fallen monitor. I can cross-reference that data with any known sightings of Fredricka and Petra." She stands up, her movements swift and efficient. "I'll need to access the mainframe and run a comprehensive search. It might take some time, but if there's any information to be found, I'll find it."

Emilia's eyes widened with hope. "Thank you, Dr. Anderson. We appreciate your help more than you know."

Dr. Anderson nods solemnly. "I understand the gravity of the situation. Let's get to work." She turns to a nearby terminal, her fingers dancing across the keys as she brings up the necessary programs. "I'll run a search on all known surveillance footage from the last 24 hours, focusing on the areas around both the mansion and the fallen monitor." As she works, she speaks more quietly. "If they were taken, we need to act fast. The Banished are a ruthless organization, and we can't let them get their hands on potential allies."

Bubba, Emilia, and Subaru stand anxiously around the terminal as Dr. Anderson works. Minutes tick by as the search continues, the silence broken only by the soft whirring of machinery and the occasional beep from the computer. The room is filled with a palpable tension, the air thick with anticipation. The fluorescent lights cast a stark glow on their faces, each etched with lines of worry and determination. Dr. Anderson's fingers move with a practiced grace, her eyes scanning the lines of code and data streaming across the screen.

Suddenly, the terminal beeps sharply, and a series of images flicker onto the screen. Dr. Anderson's expression tightens as she studies the footage. "Here we go," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. "This footage is from a sentinel near the mansion. It shows... movement."

The group leans in closer, their hearts pounding in their chests. The footage shows Fredricka and Petra being led away by several Banished soldiers, their hands bound behind their backs. Their faces are turned away from the camera, but their distinctive builds and clothing are unmistakable. Dr. Anderson's fingers fly across the keyboard, pulling up more footage. "There's more. They're being taken to a Banished outpost. The sentinels lost track of them after they entered the compound."

Emilia's hand flies to her mouth, stifling a gasp. "We have to go after them," she says, her words laced with urgency. "We can't let them suffer at the hands of the Banished."

Bubba- "Message roswall. He'll make it there the fastest!"

Dr. Anderson nods in agreement, her expression grim. "Roswall is indeed our fastest and most reliable courier. I'll send him a coded message immediately, instructing him to make haste to the Banished outpost. He'll need to be careful though - if the Banished catch wind of our rescue mission, they'll be on high alert."

As Dr. Anderson types out the message, Subaru steps forward, his brow furrowed in thought. "We should prepare a team to accompany Roswall. We'll need to be ready for anything the Banished might throw at us." He looks at Emilia and Bubba, his eyes filled with determination.

Bubba- "No roswall is a mage that can take out an army solo. Also he owes Subaru. I promise he will be fine."

Dr. Anderson pauses her typing, her face growing even more grave. "While I understand Roswall's abilities, I'm concerned about sending him alone into such a dangerous situation. The Banished have been increasing their magical defenses, we’ve gotten reports of glowing runes and other… strange anomalies - they're not the mindless brutes they once were."

Subaru's face relaxes at your reassurance, but Emilia still looks uncertain. "I understand the risks, but we can't afford to lose more people," she says, her words tinged with concern. "Especially not after everything we've already been through."

Dr. Anderson finishes sending the message and turns back to the group, her posture rigid. "The message is sent."

Bubba frowns, "Fair enough I hadn't thought of magic defense. But if that is so then maybe they have a magic user with them?"

Dr. Anderson's eyes narrow as she considers the possibility. "That's a disturbing thought. If the Banished have their own magic users, it would change everything." She turns back to the terminal, her fingers dancing across the keys as she pulls up more footage. "Let's see if we can find any evidence of magical activity at the outpost."

The group leans in closer as the new footage appears on screen. It shows the outpost - a series of large, fortified buildings surrounded by high walls. But there's something else: a faint, pulsing energy that seems to ripple through the air around the compound. Dr. Anderson zooms in on the area, her face paling. "This... this is an advanced magical defense system," Dr. Anderson mutters, her voice barely above a whisper. "It looks like a complex array of runes and glyphs, designed to repel and disrupt hostile magic. Whoever the Banished have recruited, they clearly mean business." She turns to look at the others, her expression serious. "Roswall will still be our fastest option, but he'll have to be very careful. Even with his skill, this will be a highly dangerous mission. We'll have to rely heavily on stealth and subterfuge."

Bubba rubs his temples, a migraine starting to brew. "Dammit I just realized if y’all haven't made it to Watergate city Subaru, then Regulus is alive. Sin archbishop of greed."

“Sin archbishop?” Asked Emilia and Subaru

Bubba sighs, "I know how to defeat these clowns. But it's hard"

He takes a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts as the weight of the situation settles heavily upon his shoulders. The realization that Regulus, the Sin Archbishop of Greed, is still alive sends a chill down his spine. He know all too well the kind of power and ruthlessness he possesses, and the thought of him working with the Banished fills him with dread.

Bubba- "Maybe we should ask for a backup team to save our allies if roswall fails?"

Dr. Anderson's face becomes stern as she contemplates his suggestion. "While I agree that having backup is prudent, we need to carefully consider the logistics. Sending multiple teams means dividing our limited resources and manpower. More importantly, the Banished already know we're up to something - if we start moving en masse, it could tip our hand completely." She pauses, her fingers absently tapping on the desk as she thinks. "We might be able to arrange for a stealth team to move in parallel to Roswall, but they'd have to stay completely off the Banished radar. I can work with Captain Cutter to identify potential candidates for such a mission."

Bubba- "Ahead! Ratchet and clank! This is exactly the kind of mission for them. Stealth and infiltration"

Dr. Anderson's eyes widened at his suggestion, a slow smile spreading across her face. "You know, that's not a terrible idea," she muses, her fingers already flying across the keyboard as she pulls up Ratchet and Clank's files. "Their expertise in stealth operations and infiltration would be invaluable here. Plus, they have that unique perspective of being from a different universe entirely - if anyone can find a way to sneak in undetected, it's them." She sends them a message.

Bubba- "Well there's not much we can do now. Good luck with the sentinels doc, sorry to bring you more work. Are there any other readings of survivors? Or have we not finished the scans?"

Dr. Anderson shakes her head, her expression grim. "No, I'm afraid not. We've finished all the scans in the area - if there were any other survivors, we would have picked up on them by now. It's looking more and more like Fredricka and Petra are being held at that outpost." She leans back in her chair, rubbing her temples. "But don't apologize for bringing me more work. That's what I'm here for - to help in any way I can. And right now, that means doing everything in my power to get your friends back safely." She takes a deep breath, steeling herself.

Bubba- "Hm... with all these portals I worry other people could be here you know? Maybe put Isabel on watching all the footage? She's an ai so it might be easy for her"

Dr. Anderson's eyes light up at his suggestion, a spark of excitement in her gaze. "You know what? That's brilliant," she says, her fingers already flying across the keys to send a message to Isabel. "An AI like Isabel would be the perfect solution. She can comb through the footage and pick up on anything we might have missed - even the subtlest anomaly could be a sign of a portal opening or new survivors arriving." Dr. Anderson's face softens as she turns back to him. "You're a quick thinker, Bubba. It's exactly the kind of outside-the-box solution we need right now."

Bubba- "Let me know what y’all find. Since I seem to know everyone coming in heh"

Dr. Anderson nods, a wry smile on her face. "You know, it's actually quite useful having someone with your... unique knowledge base. Your familiarity with all these different universes and storylines could give us valuable insights we might otherwise miss." She pauses, her face growing more serious. "But I need to warn you - be careful about sharing too much. Some of this information could be classified, and we don't want to compromise any ongoing operations or put anyone at risk unnecessarily."

Isabel's voice suddenly cuts in through the intercom, her words carrying an urgent tone. "Dr. Anderson, I've detected something unusual in the footage from the northern sector." Dr. Anderson immediately straightens up, her attention focused intently on the screen as Isabel's words echo through the room. "What is it, Isabel? What have you found?"

Isabel's voice responds with a mix of curiosity and concern. "Dr. Anderson, the footage from the northern sector sentinel shows movement. It's near the Banished spires. Isabel's voice responds with a mix of curiosity and concern. I've isolated the relevant frames for you, Doctor. It appears to be... humanoid, but unlike any of the known Banished or human factions. The movements are erratic, almost frantic. And there seems to be some sort of... glow emanating from its body."

Dr. Anderson's brow furrows as she studies the grainy images on her screen. "Isabel, can you enhance the resolution at all? I want to get a clearer look at this figure." She leans closer, squinting at the blurry outline. "Bubba, take a look at this. Does anything about this being seem familiar to you?"

Bubba sighed deeply, "Damn yep that's what I thought"

Dr. Anderson's head snaps up, her face a picture of shock and growing horror. "You know what that is? What is it, Bubba? Is it... is it one of the Banished experiments gone wrong?" She leans forward, her fingers poised over the keyboard, ready to initiate whatever protocols are necessary.

Isabel's voice cuts in again, more urgent this time. "Dr. Anderson, the figure is moving faster now. It appears to be heading towards the outpost where Fredricka and Petra are being held." There's a pause, then Isabel continues, "And... Doctor, I'm detecting a massive energy spike from that direction. Whatever that being is, it's about to do something significant."

Bubba holds his head, "That... is Eren Yeager. The Banished are about to have a very bad time indeed. I'll explain on the way. We need transport and a team ASAP. Could you page for someone doctor? If the USNC can't, maybe the Ghost could help."

Dr. Anderson's eyes widened in shock at the revelation of Eren Yeager's identity. She quickly types out a message, her fingers flying across the keyboard with a sense of urgency. "Isabel, I need you to patch me through to the Captain. We have a situation that requires their immediate attention."

As she waits for a response, Dr. Anderson turns to him, her expression grave. "Bubba, I need you to explain everything you know about this Eren Yeager character. If he's heading towards the outpost where Fredricka and Petra are being held, we need to understand what we're dealing with."

Bubba rubs his chin, "Right. Eren and several other people from his world can turn into giant monsters which heal fast, along with their human forms. The nape of the neck is the only way to kill a titan or giant. Eren specifically had other powers, like future sight and creation of massive bone protrusions or objects."

Dr. Anderson's eyes widened with a mix of shock and dawning understanding. "My god... a giant monster that heals rapidly and can only be killed by attacking the nape of the neck? That's... that's incredible."

Isabel's voice interrupts her musings. "Dr. Anderson, I have Captain Cutter on the line for you." The line crackles, then Cutter's gruff voice comes through. "Anderson, what's the emergency? We're drawing battle plans here." Dr. Anderson quickly briefs Cutter on the situation, her voice steady despite the urgency. "Captain, we have a critical situation developing. A being identified as Eren Yeager, capable of transforming into a giant monster, is heading towards the outpost where members of the Emilia camp, Fredricka and Petra are being held. We need immediate support from the UNSC Spirit of Fire and any available Jedi or UNSC forces."

Bubba- "We just need a small extraction team with plenty of room for survivors. I wouldn't bring them on ship since they could blow it up. They might have to stay at the mansion"

Captain Cutter's voice crackles over the comm, his tone serious. "Understood, Doctor. We'll assemble a small, fast-moving team. I'll have them drop at the mansion and prepare for evac. They'll need to be ready to move quickly, though. No telling how long this Eren Yeager will be contained."

Dr. Anderson nods, a grim determination in her eyes. "Agreed, Captain. I'll prepare the mansion for their arrival and have the med bay on standby. Isabel, I need you to keep monitoring that outpost. If anything changes, I want to know immediately."

Isabel's voice responds, equally serious. "Understood, Doctor."

Bubba, truly exacerbated, "Well I should go since I know of them, who else doc?"

Dr. Anderson ponders for a moment, her brow furrowed in thought. "You're right, Bubba. Your knowledge of Eren Yeager and his abilities will be invaluable. I think we should also bring along a few more individuals with unique skills." Dr. Anderson continues, her words precise. "First, we should take Ratchet and Clank for their technical expertise and stealth capabilities."

Bubba- "The ghost has stealth and room to transport survivors. We have a healer at the mansion. It's technically on the way if we dive into the planet first."

Dr. Anderson nods approvingly. "Good thinking, Bubba. The ghost has the speed, stealth, and room for evac, plus it can definitely use the portals to quickly transport them to safety."

Bubba- "Emilias team can send a few people and that might be enough"

Dr. Anderson's face shows a slight frown at your suggestion. "While Emilia's team has skilled individuals, I'm not sure they're equipped for this kind of mission, Bubba. They lack the specific combat training and technical expertise that Ratchet and Clank bring to the table."

Bubba- "That's true, but they could provide a huge distraction if need be. I'd still like to take Julius or Garf. Whether you want to send the jedi or a spartan is up to you"

Dr. Anderson leans back in her chair, considering his suggestion. After a moment, she nods, a plan taking shape in her mind. "Alright, Bubba, I think we can make this work. I'll suggest a Spartan team to Captain Cutter for the initial assault. Their combat prowess and tactical expertise will be invaluable." She turns to him, a glimmer of a smile on her lips. "As for Emilia's team, you're right. A well-timed distraction could turn the tide in our favor. I'll reach out to Julius or Garf, see if they're willing to join us on this mission."

BUbba- "I'll get ready in the hangar. Thanks doctor. Good luck with the sentinels and don't worry about us. Emilia, Subaru, and eventually Beatrice followed him to the hangar, planning to get a ride to the mansion during the flight" As he makes his way to the hangar, the hum of the ship's engines and the distant clanking of metal against metal fill the air. The UNSC Spirit of Fire is a bustling hive of activity, with crew members rushing in every direction, each focused on their own critical tasks. The atmosphere is electric, charged with a sense of urgency and purpose.

The allies' faces are tight with apprehension during the silent walk. Emilia's eyes are sharp and focused, Beatrice, ever the strategist, scans the surroundings with a keen gaze, her mind already plotting the mission's intricacies. You meet Garfiel in the hangar along with Spartan Jerome and Ahsoka. Garfeil salutes, his face the only smile. "Thank you for your concern, I have to help save my sister."

The ghost lands in the hangar with a whirl and thud, transport for the mission. Wasting no time, Bubba, Emilia, Beatrice, Subaru, Garfeil, Jerome, and Ahsoka board the Ghost. The ship hums to life, its engines purring with a quiet, almost menacing intensity. As the hangar doors slide open, revealing the vast expanse of space beyond, you feel a thrill of excitement course through your veins.

Sabine and Zeb regard them with silent nods, the weight of the mission apparent.

Eventually Bubba speaks, "Ahsoka, Jerome. They fill you guys in?"

Ahsoka, her lekku swaying gently as she nods, responds, "Yes, Bubba. Dr. Anderson briefed us on the mission. We know the stakes and the plan." Her voice is steady and resolute, her eyes reflecting the seriousness of their task. "We'll do our part to ensure the mission's success."

Jerome, standing tall and imposing in his Spartan armor, chimes in, his voice a deep rumble. "I've got the team ready, and we're prepared for anything. We'll make sure that extraction goes smoothly." His eyes, invisible through the visor of his helmet, are filled with determination.

BUbba- "Hera how's the ghost crew? Y’all up for more Banished? We may have to transport our new friends as well."

Hera, the pilot of the Ghost, turns to him from her seat, her voice steady and confident. "We're ready, Bubba. The crew's been through worse, and we're always up for a fight. We know the Banished are tough, but we've got the Ghost and our skills on our side. We'll get your friends to safety." Her eyes meet yhis in the reflection of the cockpit's controls, a silent promise of her dedication.

Subaru, sitting beside him, leans in, his voice low. "I've been thinking, Bubba. If we encounter any resistance, I might be able to use my ability to help. It's unpredictable, but it could give us an edge."

Bubba- "Subaru, that's a last resort. I would never ask you that friend.

“Friend.”, Subaru mulled the word over in his mouth.

Zeb, "So, you spartans are big. Names Zeb." He spoke to Jerome.

Jerome stands tall in his Spartan armor, his voice thundering through the speaker. "Pleased to meet you, Zeb. We Spartans don't often have the chance to engage with other... species. I'm curious about your abilities. Are you a scout or a warrior?" His massive frame moves with fluid grace despite his heavy equipment, his helmet scanning the area around the Ghost's cockpit.

Subaru, still processing the response, nods in understanding. "I appreciate that, Bubba. I know the risks, but I also know what's at stake. If the situation calls for it, I hope you'll keep an open mind." His gaze drifts to the hangar floor, where crew members are making final preparations.

Bubba- "Very well Subaru, stay close to me then.

Zeb, having thought for an unusually long time says, "Bit of both really. We're rebels I guess. Right Bubba?"

Bubba shifts in his seat, adjusting his flight harness as the Ghost flies off, its engines humming softly. Through the viewport, he can see the massive form of the UNSC Spirit of Fire growing smaller as the ship moves away from the carrier. The ride is silent, the team on edge over the new contacts.

What can you tell us about the new-commers Bubba?" Asked Ahsoka

Bubba looks away in thought, "The Eldians, lead by Eren Yeager or one of the others. Several of them can turn into giants. Eren can see the future and summon shaped bone, skyscrapers worth of the stuff in an instant. If the Banished have captured some of them, Eren will trash the place"

Subaru, speaks up. "If Eren Yeager can see the future and summon large amounts of bone, he could potentially predict our actions and counter them. We need to be extremely cautious in our approach."

Garfeil, his voice tinged with concern, adds, "And if the Banished have captured any of the other Eldians, we could be facing multiple giant-sized threats. If a single hair on my sister is touched…” As the ship breaches atmosphere and reaches the mansion the Ghost slips onto a makeshift landing pad with a soft bump. Emilia, her mana spent, quickly gives Subaru a hug and a thumbs up she had learned from him and steps out to be replaced with the confident Julius. The ship takes off with a whirl of dust and races to the Banished outpost.

"Subaru, Beatrice-sama, I've heard a little about the mission.", said Julius, his voice steady and calm, as he continues, "I understand the gravity of the situation. I'm here to support you both, and I'm ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead." His eyes, filled with a mix of determination and curiosity, scan the interior of the Ghost, taking in the array of advanced technology and the tense atmosphere.

Beatrice, her voice sarcastic, responds, "hmpf, you could be of use i suppose." Julius chuckles softly at Beatrice's sarcastic remark, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I appreciate your confidence in me, Beatrice-sama. I assure you, I'm more than capable of handling myself in a combat situation."

Subaru, his brow furrowed in thought, speaks up. "Julius, your presence is greatly appreciated. We may need to rely on your strength and strategic mind in the coming battle. The Banished are formidable opponents, and we'll need all the help we can get to rescue Frederica and Petra."
The Ghost continues its silent flight, the hum of its engines a constant reminder of the urgency of their mission.

Hera speaks, "Ratchet and Clank are on scene and infiltrating as we speak. The Banished have a small com jammer blocking their transitions from us." The Ghost crew exchanges worried looks as the ship approaches the Banished outpost. Through the viewport, Bubba can see the massive structure, its dark metal walls stretching upward into the atmosphere. Red emergency lights flash sporadically, casting an ominous glow over the facility.

Julius leans forward, his eyes narrowing as he studies the outpost. "I can see why they chose this location. The terrain provides excellent defensive coverage."

Jerome, "Everyone ready? Which of the Ghost crew are coming with us on the mission?"

Hera says, "Zeb and Sabine are coming with you, I'll keep the ghost hidden after I shake the enemy patrol" The Ghost crew nod in agreement, their faces set in grim lines. They dawn their weapons and Sabine's armor. The ship continues its silent approach, its stealth systems working overtime to avoid detection.

Bubba- "Well I don't see any titans, so either they already left or Eren snuck inside. He may have let himself get captured."

The crew exchanges uneasy glances, the weight of his words settling over them like a shroud. The Ghost ship continues its stealthy approach, the hum of its engines barely audible as it navigates the treacherous landscape. The Banished outpost is fast ahead and Hera quickly positions the ship for your team to land" The Ghost ship silently glides to a stop near the Banished outpost, its cloaking systems active. Through the viewport, they can see a small group of Banished troops patrolling the perimeter, their weapons at the ready.

Chapter Text

Part 5

"We're ready, boss," Zeb says, his face set in a determined line. "But we need to move fast. Those patrols won't stay in that pattern forever." As if on cue, one of the Banished soldiers suddenly looks in their direction, his hand moving to his weapon.

"Time's up, looks like we'll be doing this the hard way." Jerome quips. Sabine, Zeb, Jerome, Ahsoka, Julius, Subaru, Beatrice, Garfiel and Bubba all exit the ghost under fire from a brute patrol as Hera Flys the ghost out of there. The sudden barrage of gunfire echoing through the air. The brute patrol, massive and heavily armored, charges towards them, their weapons blazing. The team dove for cover behind nearby crates and rocks, their weapons drawn and ready.

"Stay sharp, everyone!" Jerome shouts, his voice barely audible over the cacophony of gunfire. "We need to take these guys down fast and get inside!"

Julius with his spirits and sword art sends a huge explosion into the brute line, killing most of them in one shot.

"Show off.", grunts Subaru. The remaining Banished soldiers, stunned by the sudden explosion, hesitate for a moment. This brief window of opportunity is all the team needed, laying down fire and pushing up, Ahsoka blocking enemy fire, Garfield launching brutes into the air with earth pillars.The Banished soldiers, shaken but not yet defeated, begin to regroup, their weapons trained on their positions. The crates and debris provide decent cover, but more Banished reinforcements are surely on their way.

Ahsoka, her twin lightsabers ignited, darts forward with unparalleled agility, her blade cutting through the Banished ranks. Her blade sweeps and cuts. She leaps and twists with feline grace, dodging the hail of enemy fire with preternatural speed and skill.

Zeb and Sabine work in tandem, their blaster rifles spitting death at the enemy. Zeb's aim is laser-focused, his shots taking out the brutes' knees, hampering their mobility. Sabine, takes out key Banished leaders with pinpoint accuracy. Julius channels his spirit and unleashes another devastating blast of energy, this one centered on a squad of heavily armed grunts.

Bubba shoots through the chaos, "Sub! Shoot those fusion coils to explode them!"

Subaru nods, understanding the plan instantly. He takes a deep breath, and fires his rifle into the man sized coils near a pack of covered KigYar, sending them all flying in an explosion.

Bubba whoops, "Nice work bud!"

Subaru gives you a small, grateful smile, his eyes haunted by the death. "Thanks, Bubba. I'm glad I could help." He adjusts his grip on his rifle, ready for whatever comes next. The explosion has created a massive hole in the Banished defenses, but more troops are already mobilizing. The Banished heavy weapons teams are setting up, their massive cannons beginning to power up.

"Time to move!" Ahsoka shouts, her lightsabers still blazing. "Those cannons will tear us apart if we don't get inside now!" Suddenly explosions are heard in the compound. The cannons men temporarily are stunned, unsure where to fire.

"Now's our chance!" Bubba says.

As the Banished troops hesitate, the group seizes the opportunity to make a break for the compound. The explosion in the compound has created a perfect distraction, and the Banished forces are now caught between responding to the new threat and maintaining their positions The team sprints forward, weapons ready, as the Banished forces scramble to respond to the sudden chaos. The compound's walls loom ahead, a formidable barrier of reinforced metal and concrete. Zeb leads the charge, his blaster rifle barking as he takes down any Banished soldiers foolish enough to get in his way. Sabine follows close behind, her rifle's scope glinting in the dim light as she picks off targets with surgical precision.

Julius, his spirit sword humming with energy, cleaved through a group of Banished grunts, his movements fluid and deadly. Ahsoka, her lightsabers a blur of motion, danced through the enemy ranks, her blades leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. Jerome placed a hand at the door and a small copy of Isabel, a hologram, unlocked it. The team bursts through the now unlocked door, the sound of battle raging behind them. The interior of the compound is a maze of dimly lit corridors and sealed blast doors, the Banished heavy-handed security measures on full display.

"Alright, everyone, stay sharp and stick together," Jerome barks, his voice a commanding presence amidst the chaos. "We need to find Frederica and Petra, and get out of here ASAP. Isabel, we could use some guidance here."

The holographic Isabel flickers to life, her voice echoing softly in the confines of the corridor. "I'm picking up two life signs that match Frederica and Petra's bio-signatures."

Bubba- "Any others?"

Isabel's voice is tinged with concern, her hologram flickering slightly. "Yes! Just under a dozen... humans? Their readings are a little strange." Isabel's hologram flickers, her voice tinged with concern. "They appear to be human, but there's something... off about their bio-signatures. I'm detecting unusual energy patterns, unlike anything I've encountered before. The readings are faint, but they're definitely there."

Jerome's brow furrows in thought as he considers the implications. "We can't leave them behind, but we need to prioritize Fredricka and Petra. Let's split up into two teams. Zeb, and Sabine, you're with me. Ahsoka take the others. We'll take point and secure the main objective."

BUbba- "Isabel, before we split up, have you found Ratchet ?"

Isabel's hologram flickers, her voice tinged with urgency. "Ratchet's signal is weak, but I'm detecting him in the lower levels. He's moving, but his vitals are erratic. There's some kind of interference down there - it's affecting my ability to get a clear reading. I can't tell if he's in danger or if he's just trying to stay hidden."

Jerome nods grimly, his hand resting on his weapon. "Alright, we'll split up. Ahsoka, you take your team and secure the secondary objectives. We'll go after the VIPs."

"You can count on us," Ahsoka confirms, already moving towards her group. The teams quickly divide, with Bubba and the others following Ahsoka's lead as they prepare to head down the winding corridor towards where Isabel indicated Ratchet was last detected.

Bubba-"So Julius how are you liking the banished so far?

Julius' lips curl into a grim smile as he matches their pace, his spirit sword held ready. "They're certainly... tenacious," he replies, his voice a low growl. "But they're no match for the combined might of our team. Their tactics are predictable, their defenses are brittle, and their leadership is... lacking." He pauses, his eyes narrowing as he scans the corridor ahead. "But we can't underestimate them. They've proven to be adaptable, and their numbers are vast. We need to stay vigilant and keep moving. We can't afford to get bogged down in a prolonged fight."

Bubba- "Did Isabel say where those humans were?"

Isabel's hologram flickers, her voice echoing through the corridor. "The anomalous human readings are coming from a sealed chamber deeper in the compound. I'm detecting heavy security measures around it - reinforced doors, energy shields, and a complex network of sensors. It's likely a high-value target area."

Ahsoka nods grimly, her lightsabers humming with barely contained energy. "We need to get in there and find out what's going on. If there are civilians being held against their will, we can't leave them behind. But we need to be careful - the Banished won't give up their prize easily."

Bubba- "If they are still imprisoned that means Eren is either soloing the compound or he made an explosion from inside the cell"

Ahsoka nods grimly, her lightsabers humming with barely contained energy as the team races through the maze.

Subaru frowns, his brow furrowed in thought. "You think Eren could have breached the chamber on his own? That's a big risk."

Bubba- "What else could have caused the compound's internal explosions? He must have used the warhammers power. The Banished might not have noticed what really happened."

Isabel's hologram flickers, her voice tinged with a mixture of awe and concern. "You may be right. The energy signatures I'm detecting are unlike anything I've seen before. It's possible that Eren could have generated an explosion of that magnitude using his unique abilities."

Ahsoka's eyes narrow as she considers the implications. "If that's the case, then Eren may have inadvertently revealed his true nature to the Banished. We need to get in there and assess the situation quickly, before they can fully comprehend the threat he poses."

Subaru nods grimly, his hand tightening on his weapon. "Lead the way, Ahsoka. We'll follow your lead and back you up." The team makes it through the halls, occasionally encountering Banished forces. Until they make it to the underbelly of the compound, looking for Ratchet and Clank. The dank, dimly lit corridors of the Banished compound's underbelly stretched out before them, a labyrinth of tangled reinforced metal and pulsing energy conduits. The air hung heavy with the acrid scent of sweat and the distant thrum of machinery. Isabel's hologram flickered erratically as you pressed deeper, her voice echoing with an undercurrent of unease.

"This way," Ahsoka murmured, her lightsabers casting an eerie glow as she led the charge. "I'm detecting life signs in this section - and it looks like they're on the move."

The team entered a large chamber where Ratchet and Clank were accessing a large table console. Ratchet and Clank turned to face you, their expressions a mix of relief and apprehension.

"Thank goodness you're here," Ratchet said, his voice strained. "We found which one of the planet doors the Banished are going to ambush the UNSC at!" Clank's head spun around, his eyes scanning the room for any signs of Banished forces. "But we need to move quickly. They're going to attack the UNSC ship at the planet door in only a few hours!"

Isabel's hologram flickered with increased intensity, her voice rising in pitch. "Multiple Banished units are converging on this location! We need to get out now!" The floor beneath their feet began to tremble, small cracks appearing in the walls as the compound's systems destabilized.

Bubba- "Isabel, how far to the prisoners?"

Isabel's hologram flickers, her voice urgent. "The prisoners are being held in a cell block just ahead, but we're running out of time! The compound is coming apart at the seams. We need to get to them and evacuate, now!"

Ahsoka nods grimly, "We'll split up - I'll take point Garfiel and Julius. Bubba, you and Subaru go for the prisoners. Isabel, keep us updated on the Banished movements and any structural threats. Let's move!"

Bubba and Subaru make their way to the cell block, where many humans only Bubba recognized were standing, a giant bone protrusion sticking out of the back of the cell, going upward.

"And just who are you?" Asked Erwin from behind the cell door. Erwin Smith narrowed his eyes as he took in your appearance, a mix of suspicion and curiosity flickering across his face. The other prisoners pressed closer to the bars, their eyes wide with a mixture of hope and apprehension.

"Bubba and Subaru," he replied, gesturing to himself and Subaru. "We're part of a rescue team for other prisoners. We're taking the time to free you lot, come with us or not, up to you. We've got transport out of here." A number of the prisoners took tentative steps towards them, clearly considering your offer. Several others backed away, eyeing the unstable cell door warily.

Erwin, still standing in the back, fixed you with a penetrating stare, his head slightly tilted. "Wait a moment," Erwin said, holding up a hand. "Before we all rush out of here, I need to know - how exactly did you find us?

Bubba- "We hacked into the Banished security network, those things mounted along the ceiling every so often are cameras, which let them see what's up everywhere."

Erwin's eyes narrowed, a flash of anger crossing his face. "Those cameras? We've been watched this entire time? They know everything we've done and said in here."

"I did say we shouldn't talk." Said Eren. A rumble shakes the compound, sending dust and debris raining down.

"Speaking of which," Bubba says, "We need to get moving. That was the second tremor in a minute." Bubba and Subaru exchange a look, the urgency of the situation clear on both your faces.

Erwin’s face sharpened, seeming to come to a decision. He stepped forward with a determined set to his jaw. "We're with you," he declares, glancing back at the other prisoners. "Let's get out of here before this place collapses on top of us."

The group of prisoners begins to file out of the cell, moving with a mix of caution and haste. As they exit, Bubba notices a few of them casting furtive glances at the bone protrusion jutting up from the center of the cell.

"Eren, you knew these people were coming didn't you?" Asks Armin. "That's why we didn't escape with the warhammer."

Eren's face darkens as he looks away. "I didn't want to risk them coming here without a plan. It was better to let them come when they were ready, not before." He turns back to you, his gaze intense and unflinching. "You know what happens if the Banished find out about us? They'll dissect us. Study us. I couldn't let that happen to my friends. I couldn't risk it."

Another tremor rocks the compound, and chunks of concrete crash down from the ceiling. The group hurries forward, following you and Subaru deeper into the maze-like corridors.

Bubba- "As long as we all make it out alive it's cool, if anything you helped us with that distraction. Let's roll, we've got friends holding down the exit."

Erwin's face flickers with understanding. "Our weapons and gear are in this room behind us...."

Bubba stops, "Hm, okay y'all gear up and use the warhammer to exit. You'll see a flying ship that is box-like, that's our escape. Good luck!"

As Erwin nods, "Gabby and Falco here don't have any gear. Could you take them?"

Bubba- "On it, Godspeed. Let's go kids"

The prisoners swiftly move to gear up, their faces a mix of determination and fear. Bubba and Subaru take the two unarmed prisoners, Gabby and Falco, by the shoulders, guiding them through the chaotic corridors as they complain. The compound shakes violently again, and the sound of distant explosions echoes through the halls. The group moves with a newfound urgency, driven by the imminent danger.

As they round a corner, they spot Ahsoka, Julius, and Garfiel defending the exit. The sight of the allies engaged in combat sends a surge of adrenaline through Bubbas veins. Ahsoka's dual lightsabers dance through the air, deflecting Banished blaster fire with practiced ease. Julius stands beside her, his unique abilities creating a whirlwind of destruction around him. Garfiel, takes down enemy soldiers with his massive animal form claws. Ratchet and Clank fire from behind them.

"Just what is he?" Asks Gabby, shocked

Bubba- "Ahsoka! We've got 2 kids. The rest of them are making their own exit! Let's bounce!"

Ahsoka nods curtly, not taking her eyes off the oncoming Banished soldiers. She makes a hand signal to Julius and Garfiel, and they immediately change formation to cover their retreat. "Hurry, get those kids to the ship!" she calls out.

Julius and Garfiel redouble their efforts, the former unleashing a powerful gust of wind that sends the enemy scattering, while the latter leaps forward with a mighty roar, tearing through their ranks. Ahsoka falls back, her lightsabers still a blur of motion as she holds the line.
Ratchet and Clank pop up from their cover, opening fire with a barrage of blaster shots that take out a handful of soldiers.

Bubba shouts over the battle, "Any word on Jerome and their mission?"

Ratchet shouts over the chaos, his words nearly swallowed by the sound of combat and explosions. "They made contact with Isabel in the control room about 2 minutes ago. But since then, no word."

Clank chimes in, "The Banished have been deploying more troops than expected. Could be interference."

Ahsoka's voice is tight with strain as she continues deflecting blasts. "They need to get out now or we're going to have to make a second push for them. The compound isn't stable and we need to move."

Bubba thinks briefly, "I trust Jerome, let's move out"

A massive explosion rocks the compound, bringing down part of the ceiling. Ahsoka shouts a warning as debris crashes down around them. "Fall back! Now!" The group turns and runs as the corridor crumbles, with Ahsoka covering their retreat with her lightsabers. The ground shakes violently as more explosions detonate throughout the facility.

Garfiel growls as a falling beam strikes him, but brushes it aside with his super strength. "Just a scratch! Keep moving!" His massive form squeezes through the narrowing passageway as the entire section of the building collapses. The Banished soldiers, momentarily stunned by the destruction, fire wildly, their shots going wide as their formation breaks. The group emerges from the collapsed passageway into the open air, the cool breeze a welcome relief from the oppressive heat of the compound. Ahsoka, her face grim and smudged with dust, leads the way to where the ship awaits. Julius and Garfiel, both visibly battered but still standing, flank the group on either side, ready to fend off any remaining Banished pursuit.

As they approach the ship, a commotion at the rear catches Bubbas eye. It's Jerome and his team, emerging from a different part of the facility with Fredricka and Petra in tow. Fredricka looks shaken but otherwise unharmed, while Petra appears more furious than frightened.

Bubba- "Ratchet is your ship nearby?"

Ratchet nods, his voice steady despite the chaos. "Clank, signal the ship to move in closer." Clank sends the signal. The ship descends from the sky, its engines roaring as it hovers just above the ground. A ramp extends from the side, providing a clear path for the two to board.

Julius, his breath ragged, turns to Bubba. "We need to move fast. The Banished will regroup and send reinforcements." He looks at the prisoners, Gabby and Falco, who are still in a state of shock. "You two, stay close and follow our lead."

Bubba- "Where's Eren and the others? We're running out of time before the Banished form up"

As if on cue, bone protrusions exploded out of the facility and several forms in odm gear could be seen flying towards them. Eren, Erwin, and the rest of the team soar through the air, their movements fluid and precise, despite the chaos unfolding below. Eren's monstrous powers are on full display, as a pillar of bone moves towards you, carrying Zeke and Peick. The rest of the team moves through the sky with their odm gear, occasionally cutting down a banished soldier.

"What the hell is that? That's awesome!", said Subaru.

Bubba couldn't help but agree with Subaru's assessment of Eren's powers and the odm gear. As the pillar of bone approached, they could feel the ground shake beneath their feet, the sheer scale and power of it was breathtaking. Erwin leapt off the pillar, landing gracefully before you, his own monstrous abilities allowing him to glide to the ground. Peick and Zeke followed close behind, all three of them landing in a crouch, weapons at the ready.

"Sorry we took so long, we ran into some resistance inside," Erwin explained, his face grim. "But we secured our people and destroyed as much of their equipment as we could." The Ghost waited as they moved ever closer. Jerome's group arrived just in time, bullets and blaster fire raining down behind them. The Ghost ship's ramp hisses open with a pneumatic whoosh, inviting the group inside. The Aphelion ship hovered above, its guns blazing against the Banished forces that had regrouped in the distance.

"Move!" shouts Julius, gesturing for everyone to board. "We'll cover you!" He, Jerome and Ahsoka charge forward, their monstrous powers unleashed, creating a maelstrom of destruction against the oncoming Banished troops. Everyone slowly enters the Ghost cargo bay before the two ships take off with a whirlwind of dust and rush towards the mansion to drop off Frederica and Petra. Petra of course is hugging Subaru excitedly. Through the viewport, they can see the Banished forces growing smaller, their weapons becoming increasingly ineffective as the distance increases. The Aphelion follows close behind, its own engines leaving a trail of blue plasma in its wake.

Inside the cargo bay, the group begins to settle in. Fredricka and Petra are still shaken but grateful to be free, while the other prisoners from the compound are checking themselves for injuries. Erwin and Eren exchange a knowing look, both of them acutely aware of the power they wield and the responsibility that comes with it.

"Well, that was quite the rescue mission." Eren says, his face grim but his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"I'd say so. Though I think we owe you a thank you for finding us and mounting this rescue." Subaru grunts.

Erwin nods in agreement, then turns to you. "You said you found us using some kind of signal? Care to explain how that worked?" He looks genuinely curious, his tactical mind always seeking to understand new strategies.

Bubba"It's technology ya’ll don't have, we’ll try to explain. Isabel, can we contact the fleet yet about where the ambush is taking place?"

Isabel's holographic form flickers to life, her voice calm and professional despite the chaos. "Captain Cutter has been informed of the situation. The fleet is en route to the ambush coordinates, but they're still several minutes out. In the meantime, we need to prepare for a potential confrontation with the Banished forces that may have been alerted by the attack on their outpost."

She turns, her eyes glinting with a mix of respect and concern. "As for your question, Erwin, the technology in question is a highly advanced tracking system that can locate individuals based on their unique biological signatures."

Bubba- "Did Dr Anderson and you get control of the sentinels? Our fleet won't stand a chance otherwise"

Isabel's holographic form flickers as she processes your question. "Dr. Anderson is still working on controlling the sentinels, but progress has been slow. We've managed to establish a weak connection, enough to gather some data, but not enough to assert full control." She pauses, her brow furrowing with concern. "The Banished are already beginning to deploy their ships, and will soon have a combined fleet waiting at the doorway for the UNSC."

Eren spoke up, "Give me the data. I can go outside of time to get the sentinels on your side before the attack" Isabel's eyes widened at Eren's proposal, a mixture of surprise and cautious optimism flickering across her holographic features. "Eren, are you certain you can accomplish such a feat? Controlling the sentinels, even for a short period, will require an immense amount of skill and precision."

"I'll have decades, centuries to figure it out," Eren explained.

"Eren..." Mikasa grabbed his arm, worried about his mental health. Isabel's holographic eyes narrowed as she considered Eren's bold proposal. "Very well," she said finally, her tone a mix of trepidation and grudging respect. "I will send you the relevant data on the sentinel's systems and the current status of their programming. But you must be careful, Eren. Manipulating time and space in such a manner... it could have unforeseen consequences, both for you and the rest of us."
Eren just nodded, already lost in concentration as Isabel's holographic arms moved, and a data packet appeared in a shimmering green glow before him. Eren's eyes scanned the data quickly before he closed them. His face dropped for a moment, his eyes moved wildly. Just a second later they opened. "It's done, the sentinels will attack the Banished on your signal Isabel, I'm giving you full control." Isabel's holographic form flickered with surprise and relief. "Eren, that was... incredible. Thank you." She turned to the others, her expression grave. "We need to act quickly. The Banished fleet is nearly in position, and the sentinels' attack will only delay them for so long. I suggest we prepare for a potential confrontation with the Banished forces that may have been alerted by the attack on their outpost."

Julius stepped forward, his face set with determination. "I agree. We need to get Fredricka and Petra to safety, then regroup with the rest of our forces. The Banished won't stop until they've eliminated the threat we pose to their plans."

"Eren... just how long did you spend in there?", asked Armin. Eren's eyes, usually so intense, softened with a hint of melancholy.

"Long enough to understand their systems better than they do," he replied vaguely. "But let's not dwell on that. We have a battle to prepare for."

Mikasa, still concerned, placed a hand on Eren's shoulder. "Just be careful, Eren. We need you here with us, not lost in the past or future."

Eren offered her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, Mikasa. I know my limits. Besides, I have something to fight for now."

Isabel's hologram nodded in agreement. "Indeed, we all do."

Bubba- "Eren, the plan was to leave you lot at the mansion, given what you could do to the spaceships. What does everyone think?"

Eren's eyes blazed with intensity as he turned to face you, his face set in a determined expression. "The plan to leave us at the mansion was a mistake. We're far more useful on the front lines, especially now that I've... gained this ability." He gestured vaguely, and several of the other warriors shifted uncomfortably at the implication of his powers.

Mikasa stepped forward, her face set in a firm expression. "Eren's right. We're not just cargo to be moved around. We can fight, and we can protect the others. Besides, with our abilities, we could turn the tide of this battle."

Armin agreed, his face flushed with enthusiasm. "Eren's right."

Bubba- "Well as long as the captain and the Admiral agree I certainly don't mind"

Isabel's holographic eyes flickered as she considered your words, her expression a mix of concern and cautious optimism. "While I understand the allure of having Eren and his comrades in arms on the front lines, I must advise caution. Their powers, while undoubtedly formidable, also come with unpredictable consequences. Furthermore, the potential for collateral damage could be catastrophic." She paused, her gaze sweeping over the gathered warriors. "However, if the Captain and Admiral agree, I will not stand in the way. We will need every advantage we can muster in the battles to come."

Eren, his eyes alight with an almost feverish intensity, nodded firmly. "You have our full support."

"Is this really our fight? Zeke?" Asks Peick Zeke's face hardened as she looked ather commander.

"It is. The Banished have threatened everyone we care about. We have to fight them, no matter the cost."

Eren turned to the group, his face set in a determined expression. "We all have our reasons to fight. Some of us for revenge, others for protection, but in the end, we all fight for the same thing - a future free from the Banished's tyranny, or anyone else's. We may not always see eye to eye, but when it comes to this, we stand united."

The group's eyes locked with each other, their faces set with shared resolve. The mansion loomed large, its imposing presence a stark reminder of the dangers they faced. "Isabel we will have a request for either the Captain or the Admiral. My people need a world of their own. I know there are plenty of empty ones." Asked Eren.

"A world?" Asked Gabby, her shock wearing off.

Isabel's holographic form flickered as she considered Eren's request, her expression a mix of surprise and contemplation. "A world for your people? That is a significant undertaking, Eren. We would need to find a suitable planet, one that can support your civilization and is far enough from the Banished's reach. It would also require significant resources and planning to establish a new colony."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over the gathered warriors. "However, I must admit that your request is not without merit. The Banished's actions have displaced countless lives, and providing a safe haven for your people could be a step towards writing some of the wrongs they have committed."

The ships landed at the mansion after a short descent. Frederica insisted Garfiel take a break. So they departed with Petra, who had to be taken off of Subaru. In his place, Rem joined them, stepping onto the alien vessel, she was happy to be with Subaru again. She held his hand as the ships took off and into orbit, where the Banished fleet was visible on the sensors.

The group gathered in the command center, with Isabel's hologram appearing. "The Banished fleet is moving to intercept our UNSC reinforcements at their entrance door on the planet. Our fleet is moving in to distract. After our reinforcements arrive I will send the sentinels in to strike a powerful blow to the enemy fleet and buy us all time to escape." she reported, her tone urgent. "Isabel, I can take out their engines from close range with my warhammer power, the bone I was controlling earlier.", said Eren.

"The Ghost could join the fighters and get him into position." Said Hera.

"No way! That's enough crazy for one day." Whined Zeb.

Chopper laughed at him and the kids joined in. Isabel's holographic form flickered, her expression thoughtful as she considered Eren's proposal. "Your power is indeed formidable, Eren, but the risk is immense. The Banished fleet is vast and well-defended. Getting close enough to disable their engines would be a perilous task. However, if you are willing to take on this mission, we will support you."

She turned to Hera, her voice steady. "The Ghost could indeed provide the necessary cover and support. Hera, you will lead the mission, with Eren and a small team of fighters. Your objective is to disable the Banished fleet's engines, giving our reinforcements the opening they need."

“And the rest of us?" Asks Erwin. Erwin's question hung in the air, a palpable tension settling over the group as they awaited Isabel's response.

The AI's holographic form flickered, her expression unreadable as she considered their query.
"While Eren and his team embark on their perilous mission, the rest of you will have a crucial role to play," Isabel began, her voice echoing through the command center. "The Banished will be vulnerable, and we still need to attack 18 spires. Your people could help on the ground or rest on the ships.

"I'm not going to just sit back and wait," Erwin declared, his voice filled with determination. "We've come too far to let the Banished have the upper hand. I say we split up - half of us join Eren's team, the other half prepare for the ground assault on the remaining spires. We can't afford to let them regroup."

The group murmured in agreement, the air charged with a sense of purpose and resolve. Eren stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with a fierce intensity. "I'll lead the team against the Banished fleet. Erwin, I don't need any ground fighters here in space, I need you to strategize the ground assault. Your tactical mind will be invaluable in taking down those spires."

"Eren!" Mikasa scolded him.

"Eren, we aren't leaving you alone in a strange new battle." Said Armin.

Erwin nodded, "Armin, Mikasa, you two will guard Eren. Gabby and Flaco can stay on a ship while the rest of us join the ground assault. If the Banished win they will invade our world as well, and we won't secure a new home for the eldians as Eren suggested.

Isabel's holographic form flickered with an almost imperceptible sigh, a hint of resignation in the way her image rippled. "Very well," she acknowledged, her gaze sweeping over the assembled warriors. "You are all determined to face this peril head-on. I will respect your decision. However, I must stress the gravity of the risks involved. Eren, with Armin and Mikasa by your side, you are to infiltrate the Banished fleet and target their engines, as we have discussed. Erwin, you will lead the ground assault, take Subaru Bubba, Rem and Julius with you. Jerome here is needed by the captain for a spartan mission.

"Just another day for the Survey Corps." Said Connie.

Levi slapped his bald head. "Don't go jinxing things Connie."

"We're about to reach the home fleet. Those leaving get ready to jump onto a waiting Pelican, eh another ship, one of ours." Said Isabel. The Ghost landed in the Spirit of Fires hangar gently and everyone aside from Eren, his two friends, and the ghost crew exited the ship.

"Oh this is amazing! So exciting! OH! What are those?" Said Hange Zoe, taking in the huge hangar.

Levi dragged Hange to the Pelican by the ear while she protested. Bubba gave Eren a thumbs up as the Ghost left the hangar once again. Let's get acquainted as we wait", said Erwin, the UNSC personnel frantic, and Jerome leaving.

"Ah, I'm Bubba, and this is Subaru, Rem, Julius, and Ahsoka. Everyone here but me has magic powers to some degree, so be warned it's wild.", I say.

"Magic?! I've got to see!", Hange interrupted, receiving a look from Levi.

"Understood. I'm Erwin as you know, this is Levi, Connie, Jean, Peik, Zeke, Reiner, Annie and Sasha. Eren, Mikasa, and Armin left with the Ghost.

Just then, Hawkins and his ODST came their way, from the Pelican.

"Hey there, I'm Hawkins. We've got orders to work with you lot planet side, got some spires to shut down. Well fill you in on the intel on the way. Hawkins, the grizzled ODST sergeant, stepped forward and extended a hand to Erwin. "Sergeant Hawkins, 105th ODST Battalion. I've been briefed on your situation and the threat posed by the Banished. We're here to help shut down those spires and get you folks back home."

Erwin shook Hawkins' hand firmly, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "Erwin Smith, Commander of the Survey Corps. We appreciate your assistance, Sergeant. Every able-bodied fighter will be crucial in this mission."

Hawkins nodded, his gaze sweeping over the assembled Eldians. "I see you've got quite the motley crew here. I've heard whispers of your..." "Special abilities," Hawkins finished, glancing at Levi and the others with a mix of curiosity and wariness. "I don't know what kind of magic you're packing, but I do know the Banished are a formidable enemy. We'll need to work together and trust each other if we're going to pull this off."

Erwin nodded in agreement. "Absolutely. Our survival depends on it. Sergeant Hawkins, what can you tell us about the spires we'll be targeting? Any intel on their defenses or the Banished forces stationed there?"

Hawkins rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "From what we've gathered, the spires are heavily fortified with automated defenses - turrets, AA, the works."

Bubba- "Erwin what if we had a Titan on several sides of a spire? We're not the only people attacking, the UNSC and GAR are attacking in full force. We're just special forces"

Erwin considered the proposal, his eyes narrowing as he mulled over the tactical possibilities. "Titan support... It's an intriguing idea. If we could coordinate with the UNSC and GAR, positioning Titans around the spires, it could significantly weaken the Banished defenses and give our forces a critical advantage."

Levi chimed in, his tone grave. "But we need to be cautious. Titans are powerful, but they're not invincible. If the Banished have anti-Titan weapons, we could be walking into an ambush."

Jean nodded in agreement. "Yeah, and if the Banished manage to take out the Titans, well be at a loss.

Bubba- "A couple members with odm gear could be ready to pull the shifters out of combat? And the army could do the heavy lifting. The titans specifically or the odm users could maybe take our the Anti Air"

Erwin's eyes lit up at the suggestion, a plan beginning to form in his mind. "That's a solid strategy. If we can neutralize the anti-air defenses, our ground forces will have a much easier time advancing. And if we can pull the shifters out of combat, it will give our troops a better chance of taking down the spires."

Hawkins nodded, impressed. "I like where you're going with this. We could position a couple of Titans as decoys, drawing fire from the AA guns while our ODST teams move in to disable them. Then our combined forces can move in and take out the spires before they have a chance to fully deploy their ground defenses."

Erwin stroked his chin thoughtfully as he weighed the options. "It's a bold plan, but it could work. We'll need to coordinate closely with the UNSC and GAR to pull this off."

Levi stepped forward, his expression serious as ever. "I suggest we split our forces. A small team of our most capable fighters can infiltrate the spires and plant charges, while the main force provides a distraction and mops up any remaining Banished resistance."

Hawkins nodded approvingly at Levi's suggestion. "I like your thinking. We could use my ODSTs and a squad from the GAR to make up the infiltration teams. They have the stealth and demolition expertise to get the job done."

Erwin agreed, a plan taking shape in his mind. "And for the distraction, we can employ a mix of tactics. Titans, armored personnel carriers, even some good old-fashioned shock troops to draw out the Banished forces. "

Hawkins rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Exactly," he agreed. "And we'll need to make sure our communication lines stay open. We can't afford any surprises if we want to pull this off. We'll need to coordinate with Isabel and the other allies to ensure the Titans are deployed at the right times and places."

Ahsoka, ever the strategist, added, "We should also consider the possibility of Banished reinforcements. If they have any nearby, they'll likely send them to the spires under attack. We need to be prepared for that."

Erwin nodded, his expression resolute. "Agreed. We'll need to set up a perimeter defense around each spire, ensuring that any reinforcements are dealt with swiftly."

Bubba- "If the odst are infiltrating, the survey corps with odm gear could move to deal with enemy reinforcements the fastest"

"Good thinking," Erwin agreed, a plan taking shape in his mind. "The Survey Corps can move faster with their ODM gear, especially if they're dealing with reinforcements. We'll need to establish a secondary line of defense about 2 kilometers out from each spire, with ODSTs providing sniper cover from above and our combined forces forming the main line of defense."

Levi nodded approvingly. "I like where this is headed. If we can create a killzone around the spires, we can funnel the Banished forces right where we want them. Our people with ODM gear can use the terrain to their advantage, raining hell on any enemy forces that approach the area."

Bubba- "Piecks cart titan could move shock troopers quickly, like Julius here"

Erwin's eyes widened at the suggestion, a flash of excitement crossing his face. "The Cart Titan... that could be a game-changer. If we could use it to rapidly deploy our shock troops to the front lines, it would give us a significant advantage."

Julius nodded, a fierce grin spreading across his face. "I'd be more than happy to volunteer for that role. The Cart Titan's speed and maneuverability would allow me to quickly reposition our forces where they're needed most."

Zeke nodded, "With the Cart Titan, we could rapidly respond to any breaches in our defenses or quickly counter any Banished flanking maneuvers," Zeke explained, his strategic mind already calculating the possibilities.

Hawkins stroked his beard thoughtfully, his battle-hardened mind adding to the discussion. "I think we've got a plan here. We just need to coordinate with the Gar."

Isabel listened to the conversation with keen interest, her processors humming with the complex tactical scenarios being laid out. As the AI tasked with overseeing this unprecedented alliance between the various factions, she recognized the importance of tight coordination between all parties. "Coordination with the Grand Army of the Republic is indeed paramount," Isabel affirmed, her melodic voice resonating with an almost maternal undertone. "I can facilitate the necessary communication channels. Commander Cody and Captain Rex have expressed their commitment to this mission and will no doubt be receptive to your strategic overview, Commander Erwin."

Erwin nodded, a flicker of respect in his eyes as he regarded Isabel. "I appreciate your intervention, Isabel."

Bubba-"How many spires can we hit at once? Or are we doing this one at a time?"

"Multiple spires at once would be ideal," Erwin explained, his tactical mind already calculating the possibilities. "But we need to be realistic about our capabilities. We can probably hit 2-4 spires simultaneously based on the numbers on this hologram Hawkins has, but we'll need to be very careful about resource allocation and coordination."

Levi stepped forward, his face set in a serious mask. "I agree with Commander Erwin. We can't spread ourselves too thin. If we try to hit too many at once, we risk losing control of the situation. We need to focus our efforts where they'll have the most impact."

Hawkins stroked his beard thoughtfully, his battle-hardened mind adding to the discussion. "I think we've got a plan here."

Bubba blurts out- "Dibs on Subaru and Ahsoka!

"I also Dib Subaru!", says Rem"

Erwin raised an eyebrow at the playful banter, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I trust you both will keep them safe and make good use of their unique abilities. We'll need every advantage we can get. Everyone! For our peoples peace, we shall fight!"

The Eldians nodded, some saluting. Hange beamed.

Isabel interjected, her voice calm and measured, "I can provide real-time tactical support and coordinate the efforts of all factions. My drones will be instrumental in gathering intelligence and relaying information. I'll ensure that the Cart Titan and other key assets are deployed effectively."

Hawkins nodded, his voice gruff but approving. "With Isabel's support and the combined might of our forces, we stand a fighting chance. Let's make this plan a reality."

Levi's eyes glowed with intensity, his fingers itching for the familiar touch of a weapon. "Once we've decided which spires to target, I'll lead our ODM gear equipped forces. We'll use our speed and mobility to neutralize any immediate threats and secure strategic positions."

The group gathered, the air crackling with the gravity of what was to come. Each individual's role and responsibility weighed on them, adding to the intense atmosphere. They stood at the precipice of a moment that could change everything - for better or worse. Erwin stood tall, his gaze sweeping the group as he made his final preparations. "Alright then, it's settled."

The team boards the pelican with several ODST and Hawkins. The ship lifts off with its engines blaring and exits the hangar for the surface. "The republic ships are deploying forces on the ground before they join the space battle. The spirit of fire is just now receiving transitions from the door, it's opening." Says Hawkins.

"Isabel what's coming in?" Bubba asks.

"It's USNC, it's the Infinity, its complement and the Swords of Saanghelios! But they are still heavily outnumbered. I'll launch the sentinels soon. Good luck on the ground everyone!", Isabel said.

As the Pelican descends towards the surface, the ground below comes into stark view. The landscape is a desolate expanse of crimson dust and jagged rock formations, punctuated by the ominous spires of the Banished. The air is thick with tension, as a Republic venator lets off its ground troops and vehicles. Smaller craft from the Spirit landing beside them with troops and their own vehicles. Scorpion tanks dropping and rolling as AT-ET walkers stepped out into the light.

Hawkins leans forward, his eyes scanning the terrain with a seasoned soldier's gaze. "We'll drop at the designated coordinates. From there, we'll move out in teams. Remember, our primary objective is to disable the spires, AA, and disrupt their communications. We need to hit them hard and fast."

Bubba- "Subaru stick with me. Let me know if your... ability is triggered."

Subaru's eyes flicker with understanding as he nods solemnly. "I will, I promise. If it happens, I'll try to control it, but sometimes it just..." He trails off, his face darkening as he remembers past incidents. The other soldiers give him space, though their concerned glances betray their worry.

Hawkins barks out orders as the Pelican descends. "Alright, listen up! We're approaching the drop zone. Once we land, move out in your designated groups. Our scouts report Banished forces gathering at the spires. They're expecting us, so we need to be ready for anything."

"Why did you call dibs on me Bubba?" Asked Ahsoka.

Bubba- "What can I say. I... enjoy your company." he winks.

Ahsoka's lips curl into a smirk, her eyes reflecting a mix of amusement and gratitude. "Well, Bubba, I must admit, your company is certainly... interesting. And who knows? Maybe together we can make a dent in this Banished mess."

The Pelican touches down with a thud, kicking up a cloud of dust that obscures the view outside. The ramp lowers, revealing the harsh, alien landscape. The team files out, weapons at the ready, their breaths visible in the cold air. The Banished spires loom in the distance, their dark silhouettes a stark contrast against the blue sky.

Hawkins led the charge as the team moved out, their boots crunching against the crimson earth. The air was thick with the acrid stench of the Banished presence, a constant reminder of the looming threat. Hawkins' eyes scanned the horizon, searching for any signs of enemy movement. "Our objective is to get to the main force and split up as we discussed." As the team advances, the crimson dust swirls around them, clinging to their armor and gear. The spires ahead seem to pulse with an eerie energy, casting long, dancing shadows that twist and contort with the wind. The silence is deafening, broken only by the distant hum of the Banished machinery and the occasional crackle of static from their comms.

Subaru walks beside Bubba, his eyes darting nervously, his hands clenched around his weapon. The team can sense his anxiety, the fear of his unpredictable power surfacing at the wrong moment. Bubba gives him a reassuring nod, trying to convey a sense of calm and confidence. The teams make it to the front line, walking through columns of organized troops, and Hawkins discusses the plans with Commander Cody. The scout corps splits off and Julius leaves with Peick to the flank, leaving Ahsoka, Bubba, Rem, and Subaru with the mixed army.

As the scout corps disappears into the dusty horizon, Bubba turns to the remaining team, his voice steady and clear. "Alright, we've got our orders. We stick together. Stay alert, stay focused."

Ahsoka nods, her eyes scanning the terrain with a predator's intensity. "I'll take point. Keep your eyes peeled for any surprises." She moves ahead, her lithe form blending seamlessly with the shadows cast by the spires.

Bubba- "Say Subaru, cards when we get back? Rem would enjoy it"

Subaru's tense expression softens slightly at your mention of their shared pastime. "Yeah... yeah, that would be nice. Maybe it'll help us unwind after... all this." He gestures vaguely at the ominous spires rising in the distance.

Rem chimes in, her usually stoic demeanor cracking a fraction. "I would indeed enjoy a round of cards with you both, once we are safe and sound. Perhaps then we can indulge in more... civilized pursuits. For now though..." She unsheathes her flail with a soft rasp of metal against leather, a grim reminder of their current predicament. "We have more pressing matters at hand."

The team moves forward, the crimson dust swirling around their feet as they advance. The Banished spires loom larger, their ominous silhouettes casting long, dark shadows that seem to writhe and twist in the wind. Ahsoka leads the way, her movements fluid and silent, while Hawkins and Cody coordinate with the rest of the forces via comms. The air is thick with tension, broken only by the occasional crackle of static from the comms and the distant hum of Banished machinery.

Subaru's hand tightens on his weapon, his knuckles turning white as he scans the surroundings. "I can feel it," he mutters, more to himself than to anyone else.

Bubba- "We just gotta hold out till the infiltration teams hit the spires. Think of a timed video game mission."

Subaru chuckles darkly.

Hawkins barks over the comms, "All units, we have eyes on the Banished forces massing near Spire One. Weapons lock on my mark." Hawkins' words are barely out when the enemy springs into action. A wave of Banished brutes charges forth, their hulking forms silhouetted against the crimson land. Hawkins and Cody bark orders, directing the UNSC and GAR forces to hold the line. Ahsoka sprints forward, her twin lightsabers igniting with a hiss, cleaving through the first rank of enemies with blinding speed. The ground trembles as the Banished heavy gun emplacements open fire, the crimson earth exploding in geysers of dust and shrapnel as the marines and GAR set up temporary cover and gun emplacements.

The team dives for cover behind a series of rocky outcrops, the air filled with the whine of plasma fire and the thunderous roar of explosives. Bubba can feel the heat of the battle, the adrenaline surging through their veins as they take cover behind a large boulder, Subaru crouching beside him. Rem, her flail whirling in a deadly dance, takes up a position nearby, her eyes locked onto the enemy. Ahsoka, a blur of motion, darts between cover, her lightsabers leaving trails of light as she cuts down Banished soldiers.

Bubba raises his weapon, taking aim at a Banished heavy gunner. The Banished soldier's head snaps back as his shot finds its mark, the body crumpling to the ground. But before he can celebrate, a massive explosion rocks the battlefield, sending chunks of rock and dirt flying. The shockwave catches him off-guard, throwing Bubba and Subaru off balance. They stumble, his grip on your weapon loosening momentarily.

Subaru instinctively grabs his arm, steadying him, but his own footing falters. "Watch out!" he shouts, as a piece of shrapnel whistles past their heads. The air is thick with dust and smoke, visibility reduced to mere meters.

Through the swirling dust, they see Ahsoka engaging multiple Banished soldiers, her lightsabers a blur of blue and green. Her voice comes through the comms, tight with strain: "We need to push forward! The infiltration teams are in position, but they need covering fire!"

Cody and Hawkins are coordinating the UNSC forces, directing artillery strikes at key Banished positions. The crimson landscape is now a hellscape of fire and destruction, with explosions and gunfire echoing in all directions. As the dust settles, Bubba and Subaru regain their footing, Subaru's quick reflexes having prevented a nasty fall. Bubba gave him a grateful nod, his grip tightening on his weapon. The Banished forces seem to be regrouping, their heavy infantry and armored units pushing forward with renewed vigor.

Hawkins' voice crackles over the comms, "All units, the Banished are concentrating their forces! Prepare for a major push!"

Ahsoka, her lightsabers humming with barely contained power, charges forward, cutting down Banished soldiers with every step. Rem and the ODST follow, their weapons spitting death as they clear a path through the enemy ranks. The Banished forces, undeterred by the initial onslaught, surge forward like a relentless tide. Their heavy infantry, clad in thick armor and wielding powerful plasma rifles, advance with mechanical precision. The air is thick with the acrid scent of ozone and the metallic tang of blood. You can feel the ground trembling under the weight of armored vehicles, their tracks grinding against the crimson earth. A scorpion nearby blares to life, numbing his ears into a ringing sound.

Subaru, his eyes locked onto the enemy, mutters under his breath, "This is it. We need to hold them off long enough for the infiltration teams to do their job." He takes a deep breath, his grip on his weapon tightening as he prepares to charge.

Bubba- "Rem! Surprise these jokers with your ice magic? They're all grouped up!"

Rem nods, her eyes flashing with determination. "Al Huma!" She cries as a huge spike of ice forms out of thin air and blows through the Banished formation. Rem's cries ring out across the battlefield, and with a blinding flash, another massive spike of ice materializes from the crimson earth. The Banished forces, caught off-guard by the sudden appearance of the icy projectile, scatter in disarray as it tears through their ranks. The spike of ice, towering nearly ten meters high, punches through armor and flesh alike, leaving a trail of stunned and wounded Banished soldiers in its wake.

The unexpected assault gives the UNSC and GAR forces a brief respite, the Banished relentless advance momentarily halted. Hawkins and Cody take advantage of the lull, barking orders to their respective units. "All units, push forward now!" Hawkins' voice booms over the comms, his words cutting through the chaos like a knife. "We need to capitalize on this! Press the advantage!"

Ahsoka, seizing the opportunity, dashes forward, her lightsabers a whirlwind of blue and green. She moves with a fluid grace, her every motion precise and deadly. Banished soldiers fall like wheat before the scythe, their bodies crumpling under the relentless assault. Subaru and Rem followed closely behind, their weapons adding to the symphony of destruction. Subaru’s rifle barked with each shot, while Rem's flail whirled through the air, leaving a trail of ice and shattered armor in its wake.

Several lighting Strikes came down as the titan shifters entered the fray elsewhere on the battlefield. Reiners roar could be heard above the gunfire. As the thunderous roar of a Titan echoes through the battlefield, the ground shakes violently, sending tremors rippling through the crimson earth. The Banished forces, momentarily disoriented by Rem's ice spike and the sudden barrage of lightning, struggle to regain their composure. The massive form of a Titan, its flesh gleaming under the harsh light of the alien sky, as it charges forward, trampling Banished infantry under its colossal feet. The Banished soldiers, despite their heavy armor and disciplined training, are no match for the raw, unbridled power of the Titan. They scatter like weasels before a stampeding elephant, their formations crumbling under the relentless onslaught. The Titan's every step sends shockwaves through the battlefield, toppling vehicles and sending soldiers tumbling through the air.

Erwin's voice comes through the comms, calm and collected despite the chaos unfolding around him. "The Titans are in position. All ground units, advance and secure the perimeter."

"That's a titan?!" Asks Subaru, shaking.

"Yep." Bubba responds coolly.

The Banished forces, momentarily stunned by the Titan's onslaught, begin to regroup. Their heavy infantry, clad in thick armor and wielding powerful spiker rifles, take up defensive positions, their weapons trained on the advancing UNSC and GAR forces. The air is thick with the acrid scent of bile and the tang of blood. Bubba can feel the ground trembling under the weight of their armored vehicles, their feet grinding against the crimson earth.

Subaru, holding back nausea, his eyes locked onto the enemy, mutters under his breath, "This is it. We need to hold them off long enough for the infiltration teams to do their job." He takes a deep breath, his grip on his weapon tightening as he prepares to charge.

Bubba spots a no man's land between their cover and the Banished and comms Hawkins, "Hawkins! Let them come, we can do a grenade barrage"

Sergeant Hawkins barks into his comms, relaying his grenade barrage idea. "All squads, fall back and prepare for a coordinated grenade assault! I repeat, fall back and prep grenades! On my mark, let 'em fly!" The order crackles over the airwaves, and the scattered UNSC and GAR forces begin to withdraw, moving back from the front lines.

The Banished forces, sensing the change in tactic, pressed their advantage. Their heavy infantry march forward, weapons at the ready, while their armored vehicles roll up to the front lines, turrets spinning and ready to unleash a barrage of fire. The Banished heavy infantry advanced, their massive armored forms closing the distance between the lines. Plasma rifles powered up, casting an eerie green glow in the crimson-lit battlefield.

"Mark in 3... 2... 1..." Hawkins' voice rings out. Bubba’s squad and several others pulled the pins on their grenades. The moment Hawkins gave the order, they unleashed a hail of grenades. The metallic spheres arced through the air, trailing wisps of smoke, before landing in the midst of the advancing Banished heavy infantry. A series of thunderous detonations rip through the air as the grenades explode, sending up clouds of smoke, shrapnel, and chunks of twisted metal. The force of the blasts hammers into the heavy infantry, knocking them off their feet and sending them tumbling to the ground. Some of the soldiers, their armor torn and twisted by the blast, struggle to regain their footing amidst the chaos.

Through the smoke, Bubba can see the devastation his barrage has wrought. The Banished forces, caught off guard by the sudden and coordinated assault, falter in their advance. Their heavy infantry, once a formidable wall of armor and weaponry, now lie in disarray, their ranks decimated by the grenade barrage. The air is thick with the acrid scent of burning metal and the pungent smell of spent explosives.

Sergeant Hawkins barks into his comms, his voice cutting through the chaos: "All units, push forward! Capitalize on the chaos! Takedown those turrets!"

Bubba and Subaru charged forward, weapons at the ready, their hearts pounding in unison with the rhythmic thump of boots hitting the ground. Ahsoka and the rest of the elite force surge ahead, ther lightsabers flashing and cutting through the smoky haze like blades of blinding light. The Banished forces, shaken but not broken, begin to regroup. Their remaining heavy infantry and armored vehicles take up new defensive positions, their weapons trained on the advancing UNSC and GAR forces.

Sergeant Hawkins' voice crackles over the comms, his tone urgent and commanding. "All units, focus fire on those turrets! Take them out, and we can push through their lines!" The order is echoed by the UNSC and GAR commanders, their voices blending into a chorus of determination.

Bubba quickly assesses the battlefield, spotting an opportunity, "Subaru, want to have some fun? I've got an idea"

Subaru's eyes light up with a mix of excitement and apprehension at his words. "Fun? In the middle of a battle? I'm listening, Bubba. What's your idea?" He keeps his gaze fixed on the enemy lines, his weapon at the ready.

Bubba grins- "See that Banished Wraith? Its turret gunner is down. If you use invisible providence. (Unseen hand) you could get the driver and then we could take it for ourselves heheh."

Subaru's eyes widen as he processes the plan, a grin spreading across his face. "Invisible Providence, huh? I like the way you think, Bubba. Let's do this." Subaru takes a deep breath, his grip tightening on his weapon as he focuses on the downed Banished Wraith. The vehicle, a hulking beast of metal and weaponry, sits idle amidst the chaos, its turret gunner nowhere to be seen. The driver, however, remains inside, likely trying to assess the situation or call for reinforcements. Subaru's eyes narrow, his mind already reaching out to the unseen forces that he commands.

Subaru's expression becomes one of intense concentration. The air around him seems to shimmer slightly, a barely perceptible ripple that only you, with your keen eyes, can detect. The Unseen Hand, Subaru's unique ability, manifests as he focuses his will. The air around the Banished Wraith distorts, creating a pocket of space that defies normal physics. The driver, oblivious to the supernatural forces at work, remains inside the vehicle, his hands likely gripping the controls as he tries to understand what's happening. The rest of the battle rages on around you, but this moment feels frozen in time.

Subaru's eyes flash with an otherworldly light as he pushes his power to its limits. The Unseen Hand, invisible to all but bubba, reaches into the Wraith, its ethereal fingers wrapping around the driver's throat.

Bubba-"You got this sub! We're about to take out a tank!"

Subaru grits his teeth, his jaw clenched with the effort of maintaining his focus. The Unseen Hand, guided by his will, squeezes tighter around the Banished driver's throat. The man inside the Wraith, still unaware of the supernatural force at work, struggles against an unseen assailant. His hands scrabble at his neck, his eyes wide with terror as he chokes and gasps for air. The Wraith, now driverless, begins to drift erratically.

Bubba rushes out of cover, "I'm moving in, I’ll call for you"

As Subaru maintained his chokehold on the driver, Bubba swiftly moved into position. The Banished forces around him are distracted by the chaos of the ongoing battle, none seeming to notice your approach to the drifting Wraith. Bubba kept low, using the smokescreen and debris for cover

Bubba got above the driver and shot into him as Subaru choked him, ending the driver. Bubba wretched and dragged out his heavy body. He hopped into the wraith, searching the controls wildly.. "OK, surely this can't be too hard to drive... Subaru! It's done"

Subaru, his face flushed with exertion, releases his grip on the unseen force as you take control of the Wraith. His nausea getting the better of him for a moment as he doubled over. The Banished forces around you are still engaged in their desperate fight against the advancing UNSC and GAR troops, none seemed to notice the sudden change in the Wraith's status.

Subaru, panting slightly, approaches the Wraith. "You sure you can handle this thing, Bubba?" he asked, his voice tinged with both concern and excitement.

Bubba, grinning- “hell yea! Hop in the turret, I’m learning the controls.

"Learning?!" Asked Subaru.

"Just a sec... OK, I think I got it."- Bubba

Subaru's eyes widened as Bubba confidently took the controls of the captured Banished Wraith. The vehicle's systems hummed to life, the alien feel of the controls quickly becoming second nature to him. Subaru, still slightly out of breath from his exertion, hops into the passenger seat above you.

"Alright, Bubba, you've got the reins," he says, a mix of awe and apprehension in his voice. "But what's the plan? We can't exactly go charging into the fray in this thing. It's bound to draw a lot of attention."

Bubba grinned, his hands steady on the controls as he guided the Wraith into a more sheltered position of hill and rock.

Bubba- "It's more of an artillery piece, I'm messaging Isabel to mark us friendly then we can sit just behind the front line and wreak havoc"

Subaru's face lights up with understanding as he processes the plan. "A mobile artillery platform, I like it. But we need to move fast - Isabel needs to mark us friendly before Banished forces realize we've turned one of their tanks against them." He reaches for the communication system, fingers dancing over the unfamiliar controls.

"Isabel, do you read me? We've got a situation here. We need you to mark our new ride as friendly on all UNSC and GAR systems, ASAP." His words crackled through the comms, urgency evident in his tone.

Isabel's voice responds with crisp efficiency. "Copy that, Subaru. I've already detected and marked your vehicle as friendly across all systems. You're good to go." As she speaks, the Banished forces seem to take notice of the newly captured Wraith, several of their units beginning to swivel toward their position. The air thrums with tension as plasma and brutes roared.

"Bubba, we've got company incoming," Subaru warns, pointing to a group of Banished infantry advancing in their direction over a hill. Their weapons are already raised, ready to fire. "We need to move before they realize what's happened. Where's our best firing position from here?"

Bubba- "Firing!"

The Banished forces opened fire as he positioned the Wraith, their rounds pinging off the armored hull. The Wraith's heavy guns thunder to life, the targeting system locking onto the nearest Banished units. He squeezed the trigger, unleashing a devastating barrage that tears through the Banished ranks. Bodies and debris fly in all directions as the Banished soldiers are caught completely off guard by their own tank turned against them. The Banished forces, now in disarray, scramble to return fire, but their efforts are disjointed and ineffective against the relentless onslaught of the captured Wraith. The vehicle's heavy gun roars with each shot, the plasma balls exploding entire groups of enemies as the wave-like sound of plasma rings their ears.

The battle rages on as the UNSC and GAR forces, bolstered by the unexpected power of the Wraith, continue their advance against the Banished. The enemy soldiers, once brimming with confidence, now seemed to falter as they grappled with the realization that one of their own weapons was being used against them. Panic begins to set in as more and more of their forces are cut down by the devastating barrage. The Banished forces regroup, calling in reinforcements. Several Wraiths and Banshees move to surround your position, their weapons charging for what promises to be a devastating counterattack. Through the chaos, Bubba spotted Commander Hawkins coordinating with UNSC forces, directing them to push forward and capitalize on the confusion. The Banished seem to be trying to isolate the captured Wraith, their superior numbers becoming increasingly apparent as more vehicles and infantry converge on your position.

Bubba used the wraiths thrusters to boost back to behind the friendly lines. The Wraith's thrusters roared to life, propelling the vehicle backward with a sudden burst of speed. The maneuver catches the Banished forces off guard, their coordinated assault faltering as they struggle to adjust their targeting. Bubba expertly guided the Wraith through the chaos, weaving between friendly forces and using the terrain to his advantage. The vehicle's heavy armor absorbed the sporadic return fire, allowing them to safely retreat to a position behind the UNSC and GAR lines.

Subaru, gripped the side of his seat, and let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "Nice move, Bubba. We need to keep this thing mobile. If they pin us down, we're done for."

Bubba and Subaru find a relatively safe spot behind friendly lines, the Wraith settling into a position that offers good visibility of the battlefield while minimizing your exposure to enemy fire. The UNSC and GAR forces seem to rally around your unexpected victory, the morale visibly bolstered by the sight of a captured Banished tank. You can see Hawkins and the other commanders conferring, no doubt planning their next move and trying to capitalize on the confusion you've caused.

"Okay, so we've got a little breathing room," Subaru says, his voice tight with tension but also threaded with excitement. "What's our next play here? We can't just sit back and let the Banished regroup."

Bubba- "Well stay just behind the front line, I'll maneuver us there."

Bubba and Subaru moved the Wraith forward, using the vehicle's maneuverability to skirt along the front lines of the UNSC and GAR forces. The Banished, still reeling from the surprise assault, seem to be scrambling to reestablish their lines. Bubba took advantage of their disarray, using the Wraith's heavy guns to provide cover for the advancing friendly troops. The plasma fire sears through the air, obliterating Banished positions and forcing them to keep their heads down.

Subaru, watching the battle unfold through the turret's view, directs the fire with deadly accuracy. "Hit them again on the left flank." BUbba expertly guided the Wraith, its heavy guns blazing and obliterating a cluster of Banished positions on the left flank. The explosion sends shrapnel flying, the Banished soldiers scrambling for cover. The Wraith's armored hull absorbs a few lucky shots, but overall, the vehicle holds up remarkably well.

As Bubba and Subaru continued to wreak havoc, Hawkins' voice crackled over the comms, his tone urgent. "Bubba, Subaru, excellent work! Keep that pressure on the Banished. We're pushing forward now."

Bubba "Sub! We might even get more kills than Ahsoka or Rem at this rate! This is awesome"

Subaru chuckles, a hint of adrenaline-fueled glee in his voice. "Don't count your chickens just yet, Bubba. But yeah, this is pretty incredible. I never thought I'd be driving a Banished Wraith like it's a joyride." He paused, his eyes scanning the battlefield intently. "There's a group of Banished infantry trying to flank us on the right. We need to take them out before they can get behind our lines."

Bubba nodded, understanding the urgency. "On it." Bubba maneuvered the Wraith, its heavy repulsors churning up the battlefield as he pivoted to face the new threat. "I comm Hawkins sir, be on the lookout for invisible elites. I have a bad feeling that's the only way they could turn the tide"

"Understood, Bubba. Stay vigilant. If those elites show up, they'll be here in force," Hawkins responds over the comms, his words crackling with tension. You can almost feel the weight of his agreement through the communication device. The Wraith's heavy frame thrums with activity, its systems alert to any threat.

Subaru, still at his side in the turret seat, nods grimly. "I'll be ready if I see any signs. They won't get past me unnoticed. Not again." The battlefield around them seems to quiet momentarily, as if nature itself holds its breath in expectation. They continue to wreak havoc on the Banished forces, the Wraith's heavy plasma blazing and obliterating their positions.

Hawkins' voice crackles over the comms once more, his tone urgent. "Bubba, Subaru, we've got a problem. Intel reports that the Banished have a contingent of Elite Snipers inbound. They're our biggest threat right now. I need you to keep an eye out for them."

Subaru's eyes narrow, his jaw clenching with determination. "You can count on us, sir. We'll be ready for those sneaky bastards." Bubba nodded in agreement, and his hands tightened on the Wraith's controls. The Banished forces, still reeling from the surprise attack, began regrouping. Their heavy infantry advanced, supported by a phalanx of smaller Banished troops. The Wraith's heavy guns roared to life, shredding through the Banished ranks, but their superior numbers became increasingly apparent. A Banished Elite Sniper's shot suddenly tears through the Wraith's left side, causing the vehicle to shudder. The Banished have found their opening, and now they're closing in fast.

Bubba- "I'm taking us behind the republic shields. We've become a target Sub" he expertly guided the Wraith behind the UNSC and GAR lines, its repulsors hummed as it glided over the earth. The Banished forces, caught off guard, can only watch as you slip away once again. As Bubba reached the safety of the shields, Hawkins' voice crackled over the comms, his words tinged with approval. "Nice work, Bubba. Get that Wraith back to the repair bay ASAP. We'll need it operational for the next push."

The Wraith's systems whir and click as it powers down, the vehicle now a smoking hulk of metal. Bubba and Subaru exit, both covered in a fine layer of dust and debris. "That was intense."

Bubba, panting while holding his knees-"What do you think Sub? Back to the front? I won't lie, I want to impress Ahsoka"

Subaru grins, wiping a smudge of dirt from his forehead. "I thought you'd never ask. Besides, Rem is out there! Let's show them what we're made of." He clapped him on the back, his eyes gleaming with renewed determination. They made their way back to the front lines, the adrenaline still pumping through their veins. As they approach the battle zone, the cacophony of war greets them - the thunderous boom of artillery, the crackle of energy weapons, and the screams of the wounded. The UNSC and GAR forces are locked in a fierce firefight with the Banished, the air thick with the acrid smell of smoke and cordite.

They spot Ahsoka and Rem, their lightsabers and flails flashing as they cut down Banished soldiers with deadly precision. "Brace yourselves!" Was heard over the coms as the spire erupted in a white light. Not a moment later a huge wind blew down many people, including the Banished. The spire was destroyed. It’s great height towering to the ground in plasma flames.

When the dust settled, they rushed to help Ahsoka and Rem back on their feet. The battlefield is a scene of chaos, with the Banished forces reeling from the sudden destruction of the forerunner spire.

"Everyone alright?" you ask, your voice strained with concern as you assist Ahsoka to her feet.
She nods, brushing off her armor.

"We're fine. But look at that carnage!" She gestures to the devastation around them, where the explosion had leveled much of the Banished encampment.

Rem, her breathing labored, limped over to Bubba as Subaru held her upright. "I've never seen such destruction. Whatever did that..."

Bubba- "Probably a small nuke. What's the word? Are we retreating? Moving? Cleaning them up?"

Ahsoka's face darkens as she surveys the destruction. "We can't just leave them like this. They'll regroup and hit us harder next time. We need to finish this." She activates her comms, speaking with authority. "All units converge on the Banished position. We're not leaving until every last one of them is neutralized. This is our chance to end this threat once and for all."

The UNSC and GAR forces rallied, their spirits lifted by Ahsoka's words. Bubba and Subaru moved to join the advancing troops, the adrenaline surging through their veins. As they push forward, a Banished Elite Sniper's shot suddenly tears through the air, narrowly missing Bubba’s head. The Banished forces, despite their losses, are not giving up easily. They begin a coordinated counterattack, their remaining troops pushing back against the UNSC and GAR forces with renewed vigor. The battle intensifies as both sides clash in a brutal melee, the air thick with the sounds of weapons fire and the screams of the wounded.

Bubba- "Rem! Can your ice hit those snipers? The tanks are busy with the enemy armour"

Rem nodded, understanding the urgency in his voice. She took a deep breath, her eyes narrowing as she focused on the distant Banished snipers perched on the ruins. The temperature around her drops sharply, and a thick mist rolls out from under her feet, creeping towards the enemy positions. "Al Huma!"

The mist solidified into a wall of ice, shimmering and opaque, and moved swiftly towards the Banished snipers. The snipers, caught off guard, try to adjust their aim, but the ice wall is relentless. It crashes into their positions, encasing them in a frozen embrace.

"Whoo that's my Rem!" Yelled Subaru.

Rem smiles soft and blushed at Subaru's praise, but her face quickly turns to concern as more Banished troops pour out from the ice-encased ruins. "We need to keep moving forward, before they can regroup!" She shouts.

Ahsoka nods in agreement, her lightsaber flaring to life as she charges ahead. "Stay close to Rem, she'll provide cover for our advance." The UNSC and GAR forces surge forward, emboldened by the destruction of the Banished snipers. The Banished troops, however, are not giving up easily as a tense round of seeking cover, firing, and mele began in the rocky terrain.

Bubba comms Hawkins “Sir can I make a suggestion? Give them a fake lane of retreat?"

A tense moment of static fills the comms as Hawkins considers your proposal. "That's… actually not a bad idea. We need to give them something to focus on, to draw their attention away from the main force." He pauses, the sound of gunfire and explosions echoing in the background. "Make it happen. But don't get bogged down. If it goes south, I want you back here in one piece, got it?"

Bubba and Subaru exchange a determined look. "You're the man with the plan now, what do we do?" Subaru asks, already moving to implement the strategy. Bubba quickly coordinated with other units, rushing down to the left flank behind the chaos of battle, to set up a convincing but ultimately fake retreat path.

Returning to Subaru behind friendly lines Bubba said,- "Heheh, let's take the wraith and lead them away into an ambush?"

A wicked grin spreads across Subaru's face at your suggestion. "Now you're thinking like a true tactical mastermind. Wait isnt that a war crime?”

Bubba- “Usually.”

Subaru shakes his head and quickly hopped into the pilot's seat of the Wraith, the massive Banished vehicle towering above them both. "I'll take point, you coordinate with Hawkins and the rest of the forces."

Bubba got on the comms, his heart pounding with adrenaline. "Sir, we're taking the Wraith for a little ride. Give us cover fire, we'll lead them into the canyon to the northeast." Hawkins acknowledged, and soon he heard the rumble of UNSC and GAR vehicles moving into position to provide covering fire for your decoy retreat. Bubba and Subaru sped off in the captured Banished Wraith, its repulsors propelling it over the scorched earth. The remaining Banished forces, seeing their Wraith retreating, follow suit, hoping to survive the battle.

As Bubba led the Banished forces into the narrow canyon, you hear Hawkins' voice over the comm: "All units, move to your positions now. We have about 40 seconds before they're fully committed."

Bubba’s heart pounded, head sweating as he realized they were now deep in enemy territory, with hundreds of Banished troops following behind him. Subaru keeps the Wraith at a steady pace, just fast enough to maintain the illusion of a retreating vehicle. "Almost there," he mutters, his fingers dancing over the controls. "They're completely focused on us, no one's paying attention to the sides anymore."

Buba shouts, “Be ready with the booster on this thing!"

Subaru's hands tighten on the wraith's controls, his knuckles turning white. "Ready Freddy as you say!” The massive Wraith thunders through the canyon, its repulsors leaving a trail of dust in its wake. Behind them, the Banished forces have fully committed, their vehicles and troops following in a long, vulnerable line. The narrow canyon walls echo with the sounds of their pursuit, the air thick with the smell of burnt metal and scorched earth.

Bubba checked his HUD, noting the perfect position of the Banished forces.

Subaru yelled, "Boosting!” the Wraith surged forward with explosive force. The massive vehicle rockets ahead, leaving the Banished forces far behind. Their shouts of confusion and anger echo off the canyon walls as they realize they've been led into a trap. Bubba and Subaru had created the perfect setup for the UNSC and GAR forces waiting in ambush positions on either side of the canyon.

Bubba- "Turn us around, let's hit em! Fire that plasma cannon, haha"

Subaru shook his head but complied with a dark grin. The Wraith turned back, moving slowly backwards now and its plasma cannon thundered to life, the intense energy weapon lighting up the darkening canyon like a lightning strike. The first volley slams into the Banished formation, as Subaru steers the massive vehicle in a tight arc. The Banished troops scatter, caught completely off-guard. Some dive for cover, while others return fire, their plasma shots impacting harmlessly against the Wraith's armor. Subaru keeps the Wraith moving, his movements precise and confident as he maneuvers through the canyon. "Holy shit, we just got a lucky hit on a Brute!" "One down, 150 to go." He grins, clearly relishing the mayhem they've caused.

The UNSC and GAR forces launch their own attacks from their ambush positions, the narrow canyon turning into a chaotic firefight with Banished vehicles exploding in all directions, their crews abandoning ship and attempting to regroup under cover. Their position at the top of the canyon, however, is proving to be an ideal staging ground for precise attacks on their disoriented forces. The air crackles with energy as the Banished forces scramble to regroup, their once-organized formation now a chaotic mess of confusion and desperation. Bubba can see the panic in their eyes as they realize they've been lured into a deadly trap. The Wraith's plasma cannon roars again, its intense plasma enveloping an enemy chopper. The canyon walls reverberate with the thunderous explosions and the screams of the dying as the wheels fly past them.

Subaru's hands dance over the controls, his eyes narrowed in concentration as he expertly maneuvers the Wraith through the chaos. "We need to keep moving, keep them off balance."

Bubba- "Nah, it's dicy. Let's head back to friendly lines Sub. I don't want to over extend. Those brutes are desperate and fast."

Subaru nods grimly, already adjusting the Wraith's course. "Smart call. I was starting to feel a bit too hot myself." The massive vehicle roared to life, its boosters pushing it forward as they left the chaos behind. The Banished forces were reeling from the ambush, their formation in complete disarray. But as they make their retreat, you hear Subaru's warning: "Watch out, 2:00 high, looks like a Kig-Yar sniper team setting up shop on that cliff."

Indeed, Bubba spotted the telltale glint of Kig-Yar equipment as they begin setting up a cover on a high ridge overlooking your retreat path. He turned the repeating plasma turret to fire at the ridge. "Snipers!" he said over the coms.

Subaru quickly reacted to the sniper threat, banking the Wraith to the left as a salvo of plasma bolts sizzled past. "You're on the ball, Chief. I got a bead on that ridge with the main guns. Hang on, this is gonna be a tight shot!"

The Wraith's heavy plasma cannon pivoted and Bubba heard Subaru's shout as he unleashed a thunderous barrage directly at the Kig-Yar sniper nest. The plasma shots streaked across the sky like blinding streaks of white light, and the ridge exploded in a dazzling flash of blue-white fire. Bodies flying.

Bubba, his mouth agape, “Goddamn Sub! Nice shot!”

Subaru grins widely, "Thanks, but that was mostly luck. Though I gotta say, I've never seen such a perfect setup for a plasma shot in my life. Those Banished bastards picked the worst possible spot to set up shop - right in our killzone!"

Bubba- "Alright big guy, get the boosters on, let's get back"

Subaru flipped a series of switches, and the Wraith's engines roared to life, the vehicle lurching forward with tremendous force. The massive vehicle surged ahead, its boosters pushing it at a breakneck pace. Bubba felt the immense g-forces pressing him back into your seat as Subaru expertly guided the Wraith through the narrowing canyon, its hull scraping against the rock walls as he squeezed through tight gaps.

"Screw me sideways, that was close!" Subaru shouts over the howling wind, his eyes fixed intently on the narrow passage ahead. Subaru guided the Wraith up an opening in the canyon and back to friendly lines. All along the ridge of the canyon, friendlies were cleaning up the last of the Banished army on this front. The Wraith thundered into the UNSC and GAR staging area, where Hawkins and Commander Smith were waiting. Several soldiers reacted instinctively and shot a few sounds their way before seeing Bubba in the turret seat.

Bubba didn't have time to react, and chose to kept his cold chills to himself, only giving the soldiers a wry smile. The massive vehicle came to a stop, its engines still thrumming with power.

"Well, I'll be damned," Hawkins says, walking up to the Wraith. "You two actually pulled it off. That was one hell of an ambush. And a war crime."

Commander Cody nods in agreement, his face etched with a look of respect. "Your tactics were impeccable. Hawkins claps Bubba on the shoulder, a wide grin spread across his face. "Damn fine work, Chief. I knew you two could pull it off, but that was beyond impressive. The way you led those Banished right into our trap, and then used that Wraith to mop up the stragglers... I'd say you're as professional as they come, without training of course.”

Subaru hoped out of the Wraith, stretching his arms with a satisfied groan. "It was a team effort, Sergeant. The Chief here had the brilliant idea to use the Wraith as bait, and I just happened to be at the controls. Though I gotta say, I'm feeling a bit stiff after all that maneuvering."

"Thanks sir. Unless you guys are gunna shoot m again, I'm keeping the Wraith” Bubba laughed

Hawkins chuckled, a deep, hearty sound that echoes through the staging area. "Well, I don't think anyone's going to shoot you, Chief. Not after that performance. You've earned the right to keep that Wraith. Besides, I think we'll need it for the next phase of our operation." He turns to Commander Cody, who nods in agreement. "We've got a new objective, and it's going to require some serious firepower."

Commander Cody steps forward, his voice grave and determined. "We're being picked up by a republic ship and sent to another spire. Everyone pack up!"

Bubba- "Sub that was wicked. I'm glad you're here. Let's find our amazing squad mates and pick up what we can."

Subaru grinned, clearly invigorated by the adrenaline of the battle. "Wicked is right, Chief! I never thought I'd be saying this, but I'm glad I'm here too. That was the most fun I've had in a tank since... Well, ever!"

They both exhale, surveying the carnage of the battlefield. The Banished forces were completely shattered, with only a few stragglers left to mop up in the canyon. Their squadmates were already starting to gather their gear, having heard the news about the new mission. Rem waves enthusiastically, Ahsoka is deep in conversation with some Republic soldiers. Rem rushes over and pulls Subaru into a tight hug, her face flushed with excitement. "Subaru-kun! I can't believe you guys actually captured a Wraith! That was incredible!"

Ahsoka strides over, her lightsabers already sheathed on her belt. She claps them both on the shoulder, a rare smile on her face. "Amazing work, you two. I knew you had it in you, but that was beyond impressive.”

Buba- "Does this mean I can buy you a drink Ahsoka? Heheh"

Ahsoka laughs, a melodic sound that rings out across the battlefield. "You know what, Chief? I think I might just take you up on that offer. We've earned a little R&R after that performance."

Rem bounces on her heels, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Ooh, can I come too? I want to hear all about how you guys pulled off that incredible ambush!"

Subaru grins, clearly flattered by the attention. "Sure thing, Rem. I'm always happy to have you along. Besides, I think we all could use a little celebration after that win."

Bubba- "Any word on the space battle?"

Ahsoka's smile faded, a grim expression taking its place. "Unfortunately, yes. The Republic and UNSC forces are currently engaged in a massive space battle over the planet. The Banished have amassed a formidable fleet, and they're putting up a hell of a fight."
She gestures towards the horizon, where the distant flashes of energy weapons and the occasional explosion can be seen against the darkening sky. "The situation is precarious, but we can't focus on that now. Our priority is to complete our mission and secure this planet for our allies."

Rem nodded solemnly, her earlier excitement replaced by a steely resolve. "We'll do whatever it takes, Ahsoka."

Hawkins approaches them. "We got a new intel. Apparently the monitor was captured by the Banished, not destroyed. Bubba, i don't know how to say this, but… from the Banished transitions, it looks like the monitor is asking for you. Using your name. And after today... I think you'll be a target for them.”

Bubba's face set in a grim line as he processed the information. The monitor being captured is troubling, and the fact that they were asking for him specifically means they have some kind of leverage or knowledge that could be dangerous, like his meta knowledge. The Banished clearly want something from him, and the stakes of this mission have just gotten much higher. “In fact… I’m the only one here that doesn't belong in a show or game. Oh no…” he thought.

“The Monitor said something about a Guardian and one that sees all or something. That being said, the monitor is being held at the next spire, I'd like you on the infiltration team." said Hawkinns.

Bubba sighed and nodded at Hawkins. "Understood, sir. I'll be on the infiltration team. We'll get the monitor back, one way or another." His eyes flick to Subaru and Rem, who are both already gearing up, their faces set in determined lines. Ahsoka gathering fallen equipment, Rem and Subaru checking their weapons.

Bubba- "Don't forget that drink Ahsoka! Or the card game Sub! I guess I'm going to join the infiltration team now. Sub, keep my Wraith safe please."

Ahsoka's face falls into a smirk, "We'll hold you to that drink, Bubba. But first, we've got a monitor to rescue and the Banished to put down."

Subaru gives him a mock salute, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Don't worry, I'll keep your baby safe. I promise I won't let anyone else have a go in it, not even if they beg." He winks, already turning back to the Wraith with a spring in his step.

Rem moves closer, speaking softly. "Be careful out there, Bubba. We need you back in one piece for that card game."

Bubba- "Thanks gang. So Hawkins sir, who else is on my team today?"

Hawkins consults his datapad, looking over at you. “Your team will include Ratchet, Clank, and the survey corps members: Levi, Hange, and and Sasha. They're all ready to move out and support the infiltration. The Banished forces are still actively engaged in space combat, but they've pulled back their ground troops to secure their positions.”

The spire loomed ominously in the distance, its towers stretching into the sky like fingers reaching for the stars. The monitor's capture had significantly altered the dynamic of the situation, and Bubba could feel the weight of the mission pressing down as he prepare to leave.

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Chapter Text

Bubba walked through the sprawling encampment, clones moving things back onto the landing venator, which was much larger in person. The cart titan and Bubba’s team were already set up.

Bubba asked, "Ms Pieck, you our ride?"

The cart titan, controlled by Pieck, nodded with its enormous head as he approached. Its powerful breath sent shivers up Bubba's spine. "Ready to go, Bubba. The Survey Corps and Ratchet are already on board, along with your gear. We're just waiting on the last of the UNSC forces to move into position."

Levi stands on the titan's shoulder, his ODM gear ready. "The Banished have doubled their ground forces at the spire. They're expecting us to attack, so we need to be ready for anything." He checks his weapons, the click of his magazines a sharp counterpoint to the titan's rumbling movements. As Bubba climbed into the cart titan with his team, the atmosphere was tense but determined. The weight of the monitor's capture and the Banished demands hung heavily in the air, a palpable reminder of the stakes.

The titan began to move, its heavy legs shaking the earth. Pieck maneuvers the organic mech with practiced ease, navigating the rough terrain with surprising agility for its size. The bouncing motion nearly made Bubba sick as he clung to the harness.

Sasha peers out over the edge, her keen eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of enemy activity. "I can see Banished troop carriers heading for the spire. They must be reinforcing their position in preparation for our assault."

Bubba shouts- "What's the plan guys? Ratchet, good to see y'all again"

Ratchet's ears perk up at the greeting. "Good to see you too, Bubba! We've got a pretty hairy situation here. The Banished are expecting us to hit the main gate, so our plan is to come in through the lower levels where they won't be looking." His fur bristles with nervous energy as he checks his wrench, its gears spinning smoothly.

Levi leans against the titan's cabin wall, his posture tense. "Our scouts reported a maintenance tunnel that runs beneath the spire. It's narrow, but the Cart Titan can squeeze through it. We'll use ODM gear to secure the area, then Ratchet and Clank can disable their security systems from inside."

Bubba- "Nice! I forgot how relaxing it was when someone else does the planning. Did they figure out why these two spires are so close together?"

Clank stands up, his optic glinting. "Negative Bubba, but we’re pressing forward regardless. Levi's team is top-notch with infiltration and hand-to-hand, while we'll make sure the doors open and close on our terms. I managed to download Dr. Anders works on forerunner structures and language."

Hange's eyes shine with excitement. "Sounds like a heist! I volunteer to be the mastermind! But I'll let you take point on the plan, Levi."

Levi looks at Hange and then turns back to the others, his jaw set in a line. "Pieck will use the Cart Titan to punch a hole in the bottom of the spire once we're under the main structure." As the Cart Titan rumbles forward, its heavy footfalls shaking the ground, the air is thick with anticipation. Peick, guides the lumbering giant through the rocky terrain, aiming for a specific point beneath the Banished spire.

Sasha leans out, her keen eyes scanning the horizon. "The Banished reinforcements are getting closer. We need to hurry."

Levi nods grimly, checking his weapons. "Pieck, can you give us an ETA on when we'll be in position?"

Piecks voice crackles over the comms. "Five minutes out."

Bubba- "Hey, we should take advantage of how close these two spires are. The banished managed to regroup here. The republic ship could fire its turbo lasers before it lands, that could give us an opening"

Levi leans forward, a fierce glint in his eyes. "Great idea Bubba! Hange, get on the line with the Republic ship and have them prep their turbo lasers. We need to punch a hole in the spire's defenses before we make our move."

Hange immediately springs into action, her fingers dancing over her comms device as she establishes a connection with the Republic ship. "This is Hange, requesting immediate support from the Republic vessel. We need a precise turbo laser strike on the spire's lower defenses. Over."

The response comes through crisp and clear, the voice of the Republic pilot steady and professional. "Acknowledged, Hange. We’ve just had your teams destroy the AA and shield arrays. We have the spire in our sights. Stand by for the strike."

The Cart Titan continues its relentless march, the ground trembling beneath its massive feet. The spire looms ever closer, its dark silhouette casting a long, ominous shadow over the battlefield. The Republic ship's engines roar to life, their distinctive whine carrying across the distance. A brilliant flash of light erupts from the vessel as the massive weapons system powers up. The Banished forces below the spire scramble into defensive positions, their heavy weapons tracking the incoming threat.

The ship fires several times as it descends to drop off the army you were just with into its new position. The massive laser blasts blowing a line of enemies surrounding the spire to smithereens. The Republic ship's devastating laser strikes tear through the Banished defenses, creating a smoking crater at the base of the spire. The huge blast rings Bubba's ears as the shockwave hits them. The Cart Titan's heavy footfalls thunder as it draws closer, the ground shaking with every step. Through the smoke and debris, Bubba could see Banished soldiers scrambling to regroup, their earlier confidence shattered by the unexpected assault.

Peick maneuvered the lumbering Cart Titan through the hole in enemy lines with practiced ease. The Brutes plasma and roars managed to get to Bubba for a moment, he was in over his head for sure. He chuckled and decided to go along with the thrill of battle, depression and fear wouldn't be constructive now. It wasn't how Bubba wanted to live.

After a bouncy ride the Cart Titan and company descend a small cliff to enter the lower shaft connecting to the spire. As the Cart Titan descends into the maintenance tunnel, the air goes sterile from the forerunner tech. The Cart Titan's massive form squeezes through the narrow passage, its metal hull scraping against the ancient walls. The Banished forces above have been significantly weakened, but they're far from defeated. Through the comms, they hear reports of Banished reinforcements arriving at the spire. The Banished are still a formidable force, and everyone knows they won't give up easily.

The tunnel slopes downward, the Cart Titan's joints creaking as it adjusts to the descent. Levi and his team secure the area, their ODM gear allowing them to quickly maneuver through the cramped space. Ratchet and Clank are already hard at work on the security systems, their expertise with forerunner technology proving invaluable. The Cart Titan finally comes to a stop, its massive frame filling the entire tunnel.

Through the comms, Bubba hears Peick's voice: "We're at the bottom of the shaft. The security systems are going haywire from the laser strikes above. We've got about ten minutes before the Banished can reroute power and seal this tunnel off for good."

Levi nods grimly, checking his weapons. "Time to move fast. Hange, Ratchet, Clank - get those doors open. The rest of us will provide covering fire if needed."

Ratchet and Clank worked quickly to bypass the security systems. "Almost got it, boss," Ratchet grunts, his fingers flying over a holographic interface.

Clank chimes in, his voice a mix of metallic precision and urgency, "Security protocols are complex, but we're making progress. Just a few more adjustments." The air is thick with tension and the hum of advanced technology.

Sasha keeps a watchful eye on the tunnel's entrance, her weapon at the ready. "We're running out of time," she warns, her voice echoing slightly in the confined space. "The Banished won't stay down for long."

Hange, her eyes focused on the comms device, relays the latest updates from the surface. "The Republic ship is holding off the reinforcements, but they can't keep them at bay forever. We need to move now."

Bubba, his mind back at work, "What's our exit strategy?"

Levi's eyes narrow as he considers the question. "We've got two options. The maintenance tunnel we came in through, or hot extract via pelican. Levi looks at Hange, who nods grimly.

"I've already requested a pelican to extract us. They'll drop down to our location in the spire, and we can blow open the wall. Hange continues, "The pelican will take some time to reach us, so we need to be ready to move swiftly once it arrives.

Ratchet's voice cuts through the chatter, "Got it! Security systems are down. We should have a clear path forward."
The massive doors begin to slide open with a low rumble, revealing a dimly lit corridor beyond. Peick exited her titan and joined the group, Levi handing her a rifle, their former relationship as enemies dulled heavily by the current events and their professionalism.

Clank, "This tunnel will be sealed before we return. Let's hope this works." The massive doors finally slide open fully, revealing a vast maintenance corridor stretching into the depths of the spire. The air is thick with a metallic tang, and the hum of machinery fills the space.

Levi moves to the front, his ODM gear ready for action. "Alright, everyone stay sharp. We don't know what's waiting for us here." The team moves cautiously into the corridor, weapons at the ready. The walls are lined with lights and symbols, casting strange shadows in the dim light. As they advance, the humming grows louder, and a distant mechanical whirring echoes through the space. It got louder, coming from a nearby hallway they hadn't made it to yet. Suddenly, a security drone appears from around a corner, its red eyes locking onto the group. Before anyone can react, it opens fire with a barrage of energy bolts. The team scatters for cover as the drone advances, its targeting systems locked onto multiple targets.

Bubba reacted quickly, "Suppressing fire!”, shot at the drone, hoping someone else will get a clean shot.

The drone's energy bolts ricochet off the metal walls, sending sparks flying as the team takes cover. The drone's red eyes flicker as it adjusts its trajectory, but it's not enough to avoid the barrage of fire from the team.

Sasha steps forward, her rifle locked onto the drone. "Cover me!" she shouts. Levi and Peick open fire, their weapons adding to the suppression. The drone's shields flicker under the onslaught, and finally, with a screech of metal and a shower of sparks, it explodes in a spectacular display. The explosion lights up the entire corridor, temporarily blinding everyone as hot shrapnel rains down around them. Once vision returns, the team sees they're now facing an empty maintenance bay, its machines eerily still after the destruction. "That drone was just a security measure," Ratchet observes, checking his readout. "But if they're deploying security drones, they must know we're here. They won't let us take their precious spire without a fight." As if to punctuate his words, distant alarms begin blaring through the complex.

Bubba, ever the nerd, "Wait I know this symbol, this elevator will take us near the control room. Are we assuming that's where the monitor is?"

Levi studies the symbol, his face darkening. "That so? I've got a bad feeling about this."

Hange nods grimly. "If that's where the monitor is, it'll be heavily guarded. And if the Banished know we're here, they'll be expecting us to try for it."

Peick checks her rifle, the metal clicking. "We should still go for it. The Banished can't keep all their eggs in one basket. They'll be spread thin trying to defend everything."

Levi nods grimly at Peick's assessment. "You're right. It's a risk, but we need to strike at the heart of their operation here. That monitor is calling for you directly, Bubba, and they're hunting you for a reason." He turns to the rest of the team, his expression serious. "We take the elevator and hit the control room hard and fast. But we stay sharp. This is their stronghold."

With a collective nod of agreement, the team advances into the maintenance bay. A massive elevator shaft dominates the far wall, with a platform that looks big enough to hold an entire titan.

Bubba laughs nervously, "Up up and away as they say"

The team quickly boards the massive elevator platform, weapons at the ready. Levi hits the controls, and with a lurch, the platform begins to ascend, carrying them up into the darkness of the elevator shaft. The air grows colder as they climb, and the distant sounds of the complex fade away, replaced by the hum of ancient machinery and the occasional spark of electricity arcing between the platform and the walls.

As they near the top of the shaft, a blinding white light fills the space, and the platform comes to an abrupt halt. The doors slide open with a hiss, revealing a cavernous chamber beyond. The chamber is a vast circular room, with ancient Forerunner architecture that stretches up into the darkness. At its center stands a massive, pulsing monitor, its surface covered in swirling, hypnotic patterns. However, the room isn't empty. At least two dozen Banished troops were stationed there, their heavy weapons trained on the elevator.

Their leader, a scarred Brute Chieftain with a cybernetic eye, steps forward, his helmet tucked under one arm. "Well, well. Looks like our quarry has finally decided to show themselves." His voice carries a menacing quality as he draws a massive energy sword from his hip. "I've been waiting for this moment, Guardian."

Bubba doesn't let him finish talking. He sees groupsed up enemies at a distance, and his halo skills kick in. "Grenade!” He immediately tossed a frag as the enemy roared in frustration.
The grenade arcs through the air, and the Banished leader barely has time to react before it explodes amidst them in a blinding flash and a deafening boom. The blast tears through the Banished ranks, sending blood, chunks, and bodies flying and scattering them like ragdolls. However, the shockwave merely knocks the Brute Chieftain back, his gravity hammer slamming into the floor.

"Fire!" Levi shouts, and the team opens up on the stunned and disoriented Banished survivors.

The Banished troops, caught off guard by the sudden explosion, scramble to return fire. Plasma bolts streak through the air as the Brute Chieftain staggers to his feet, his cybernetic eye flashing with rage. "Kill them!" he bellows. "Don't let them reach the monitor!"

The team takes cover behind the elevator platform as the Banished unleash a barrage of fire. Bullets ping off the metal, and the air is filled with the hiss of plasma and the crackle of energy weapons. Levi and Peick lay down suppressing fire, their rifles barking as they target the Brute Chieftain.

Bubba, noticing the ceilings height, "Levi, this rooms big enough for odm gear, we'll lay down suppressing fire"

"Already ahead of you," Levi shouts back, already pulling a cable from his ODM gear. He leaps from cover, the cable propelling him to the far side of the room where he lands behind a massive control panel. He immediately opens fire on the Banished, his accuracy allowing him to take precise shots at key positions while staying out of the main firelane. Hange and the rest of the team quickly follow his lead, their ODM gear allowing them to weave through the air, dropping behind cover points with practiced efficiency. The ODM gear changes the dynamic of the firefight, giving the team the advantage of mobility in the vast open space.

Bubba, his gaming instincts now controlling him, "I'm making a break for the monitor Ratchet!" He sprinted towards the monitor, narrowly weaving through the hail of plasma and bullets. Ratchet follows close behind, his agility and small size making him a difficult target. The monitor loomed larger as they approached, its pulsing surface alive with swirling patterns.

Suddenly, the Brute Chieftain leaped into their path, his gravity hammer flashing as he swung at Bubba. He managed to dodge the blow, but the sheer force of the impact sent him sprawling. He hit the ground hard, the impact jarring his bones, but he quickly rolled back to his feet, adrenaline surging through his veins. The Brute Chieftain loomed over him, his cybernetic eye glowing with malevolent intent. "You're not getting past me, Guardian," he growls, raising his gravity hammer for another devastating strike.

Ratchet, seeing his predicament, leaps into action. He dashes forward, his wrench spinning in his hands. He lands a solid blow on the Brute Chieftain's knee, causing the massive warrior to stumble. "Get to the monitor!" Ratchet shouts, his voice filled with determination.

Bubba, his breath unsteady as the sweaty leviathan loomed over him, "Keep your distance Ratchet! I'm on it" before taking off into another sprint. Plasma bolts and rifle rounds zipped past them as Levi and the team maintained suppressive fire on the other Banished troopers. With a burst of speed, he launched himself at the pulsing orb. The monitor's surface rippled beneath his touch, the energy within it surging in response to his proximity.

Ratchet, meanwhile, continued to engage the Brute Chieftain. The small mechanic's agility and quick thinking allow him to dart around the massive warrior, landing precision strikes with his wrench. He manages to trip the Brute Chieftain up, sending the cybernetic eye crashing to the ground.

Bubba wasted no time and tore the monitor out of the Banished wiring. “Monitor can you hear me? You need a laser shot on this brute right right now!”

The monitor responds to his touch, its surface rippling like liquid metal as it reacts to his command. The ancient Forerunner technology hums to life, the swirling patterns on its surface coalescing into a focused beam of pure energy. The beam lanced out, sending Bubba stepping backward and striking the Brute Chieftain squarely in the chest, sending him crashing to the ground, his cybernetic eye shattered, and his gravity hammer skittering across the floor. The Banished troops, seeing their leader fall, waver in their assault, their morale shattered.

"Fall back!" "Guardian, you came." Said the monitor The monitor's voice reverberates through the chamber, a deep, resonant tone that seems to emanate from everywhere and nowhere at once. "I apologize that I wasn't able to ascertain your status earlier Guardian. We have waited for your arrival for so long, Guardian. The Forerunners foresaw your coming and prepared for it. This chamber, this shield world, is but one of many they seeded across the cosmos, waiting for a champion worthy of their power."

Bubba, confused, "Guardian? Me? Can you walk? Or fly I mean? We've got to leave"

The monitor pulses with a soft, almost ethereal light. "I can do much more than that, Guardian. I am the nexus of all Forerunner technology on this shield world. I can grant you power beyond your wildest dreams." The monitor's voice takes on a more urgent tone as explosions and plasma fire echo through the chamber. "But first, we must leave this place. The Banished will not rest until you are destroyed, and they are amassing their forces as we speak."

As if to emphasize the monitor's words, a massive explosion rocks the chamber, sending debris raining down. Through the settling dust, they could see the Banished forces regrouping, their remaining troops led by a Kig-Yar commander who began barking orders in their guttural language. The Banished are not giving up - they're doubling down, calling in reinforcements through their comm channels.

The monitor pulses with an intense blue light, "The Banished have already breached the lower levels. They are coming for you, Guardian. We must act now." The ancient technology's voice echoes with urgency.

As Bubba holds the pulsating monitor, the Banished commander begins to rally his remaining forces. "They cannot escape! Focus your fire! Bring them down, no matter the cost!" he bellows. Plasma rifles and shotgun blasts ricochet off the chamber walls, and they can see a heavy cannon being maneuvered into position, its muzzle glowing red with impending discharge as Bubba took cover behind the console.

The monitor's voice reverberates with urgency. "Guardian, I can activate the shield world's defenses. But I require a conduit. Someone who can interface with my systems."

Bubba, "Here use my phone, Rampant Cortana jumped onto it a few days ago with you now that i remember."

Bubba fumbled for his phone, the ancient monitor pulsing urgently beneath his fingers. With a few swift motions, he unlocked the device and activated the dormant AI within. The screen flares to life, and a holographic image of Cortana, the AI found at the first spire on Liminal Nexus, materializes above the phone. Her eyes widen as she takes in the chaos unfolding around them.

Bubba wastes no time, "I'm running back to the elevator while you do this, I'll carry you"

The monitor pulsed in acknowledgment of the plan as he carefully lifted the ancient device, feeling its weight and complexity in his hands. Bubba took a breath and sprinted for the elevator, his ODST boots slamming against the metal floor.. Behind them, Cortana's voice echoes through the phone's speakers, relaying the monitor's instructions as it begins to interface with the Forerunner's systems.

"The shield world is vast, with countless layers of defenses," the monitor explains as ythey race across the chamber floor, dodging incoming fire from the Banished forces as Levis' squad distracts them. "I will unlock the sentinels stored here. Bubba made it to the elevator and took cover behind its frame. The monitor pulsed with a brilliant blue light, bathing the elevator interior in an eerie glow as Bubba and then Levi hurried inside, followed closely by Hange and Peick. The Banished relentless onslaught pounds against the elevator walls, the thick metal groaning under the force of their attacks.

"Guardian, I am now interfacing with your AI construct," the monitor announces, its deep voice echoing within the confines of the elevator. "It possesses a unique configuration that allows me to channel my energies through it effectively." Cortana's holographic form flickers and shifts above the phone as the monitor speaks through her. "I'm detecting massive energy signatures in the lower levels."

Sasha, Ratchet and Clank make it to the elevator and Levi begins its descent. As the elevator falls, the monitor's voice carries, its words punctuated by the thundering footsteps and weapons fire of the Banished forces pursuing above. "I'm interfacing with the shield world's defense systems now. Activating the outer ring of sentinels." Through the elevator walls, they hear the distinctive whine of ancient Forerunner machinery powering up, followed by an explosion that rocks the entire structure.

"Elevator is being targeted. We need to move faster," Levi warns, checking his weapon. The elevator shaft groans under the assault from above, the metal walls showing signs of buckling.

Bubba, "Monitor can this elevator get sped up?"

The monitor's voice echoes through his phone, its words tinged with urgency. "The elevator's systems are ancient and deteriorating. I can attempt to accelerate it, but the strain may cause catastrophic failure." As if to emphasize its point, another explosion rocks the shaft, sending a shower of sparks cascading down around the elevator.

"However, I can interface with the emergency brake system. If we reach a certain speed, I can activate it, launching us out of the shaft like a projectile." The Banished forces above intensify their assault, their weapons' fire becoming more concentrated. Through the walls, they can hear the distinct wheeled weight of a heavy cannon being positioned directly above the elevator shaft.

The elevator lurches violently, the ancient mechanism straining under the sudden increase in speed. Levi braces himself against the wall, his grip tight on his rifle as he scans the shaft above. "We've got to stop soon, or we'll be too low for the pelican pick up. The elevator screeches to a halt, the sudden deceleration slamming them against the wall. As they regained their footing, Levi kicked open the ancient metal doors, revealing a dimly lit corridor stretching out before them. The air is thick with the acrid scent of smoke and the distant echoes of the Banished's relentless pursuit.

"We're at the lower levels," Sasha announces, her eyes scanning the corridor for any signs of the enemy. The monitor pulsed with a brilliant blue light, bathing the elevator interior in an eerie glow as Bubba and Levi hurried inside, followed closely by Hange and Peick.

Bubba, catching his breath, "Monitor, can you fly now? I need my rifle out"

The monitor Flies out of his hands. "The process is complete, I have control over the local sentinels. However, it appears another ai has taken control of a considerable force of them."

"That's ours, Isabel. We're trying to stop the banished in orbit." he informed the monitor.

The monitor hovers in the air, its ancient Forerunner technology humming with power. "I am detecting multiple hostiles approaching from both directions of this corridor. The Banished forces are occupied with my sentinels, but their elite troops move to flank us."

"Damn it, we're trapped," Levi curses, checking his rifle. The distant sounds of heavy footsteps and weapons charging echo through the corridor.

Bubba, thinking quickly, "Monitor can you laser through this wall to the outside?"

The monitor's energy pulses intensely as it charges. "As the monitor activates, a bright blue beam erupts from its surface, cutting through the forerunner wall in a precise, circular motion.

"The structural integrity of this facility may be compromised. You have approximately thirty seconds before the surrounding walls collapse," The monitor warns as dust and debris rain down. Through the newly created hole, they can see the outside, and that they are still hundreds of feet in the air.

"Hold on!", said Levi as he grabbed you and left to the outside with his odm gear. Ratchet used Clank to fly as Hange grabbed Peick and used her ODM gear and Sasha joined them with her ODM gear.

Bubba, wind rushing past him, "Is this a bad time to mention I light headed from heights?”

The monitor follows close behind them.

"The pelican should be here any second.", said Levi"

A distant roar reaches their ears as a UNSC Pelican dropship swoops in, its engines kicking up a fierce gust of wind. The pilot expertly maneuvers the ship, bringing it to a hovering stop just a few feet off the spire's edge. The rear ramp drops open, and a squad of UNSC marines pour out, taking up defensive positions.

Isabel's voice crackles over the ship's comm. "We don't have time to wait. Get on board, now!"
Bubba, Levi, and the others dash inside the waiting Pelican, the monitor floating alongside. What about the spire?" Bubba asks.

"Oh I have disabled the spire as well Guardian. And I see you have shut down several others. While I can't condone the destruction of them, they can be rebuilt." The monitor explains The Pelican's engines roar as it ascends, carrying them away from the crumbling Forerunner spire. As Bubba looked back, he could see the structure collapsing in on itself, a plume of dust and debris rising into the sky. The Banished forces that had been pursuing them were now caught in the destruction, their screams of frustration and rage carried away by the wind.

"Well, that's one way to stop them," Levi remarks, a hint of a smile on his face. "I thought we were goners for a second there."

Sasha nods, wiping a smear of dirt from her face, “Hey, Marines, you lot have any meat on board?”.

Bubba chuckles, his adrenaline lowering, "What now? How's the space battle?"

The Pelican's interior is a flurry of activity as the marines secure the area, their boots clanking against the metal floor. Isabel's voice comes over the comm again, her tone urgent but controlled. "The space battle was intense, our forces managed to give the Infinity and Swords of Senghelios an opening to retreat with our fleet while the sentinels distracted the Banished.

"Subaru and Ahsoka are safe, Bubba." Isabel informs over the comm, as if reading his thoughts. "They managed to slip away just as the spire collapsed and join our retreating army on the republic ship. "The Banished forces are regrouping, but we've dealt a significant blow to their operations. Their spire network is severely damaged, and they'll need time to recover and rebuild." Isabel's voice is tinged with satisfaction. "Your actions, along with the others, have been crucial in turning the tide of this battle. The Banished will think twice before attacking again."

Bubba- "Well after today I feel useful at least. He straps into a seat. Through the small viewport, he could see the remnants of the Forerunner spire shrinking in the distance, a plume of dust still rising from its ruined base. The Banished forces, now scattered and disorganized, were visible as tiny dots on the ground below, their heavy weapons still firing uselessly at the retreating Pelican.

"Yeah, you were pretty useful today," Levi says, settling into the seat next to Bubba, “Fine work soldier.”

Bubba grins, "Damn Levi, that's high praise from you. It was a pleasure to work with y’all. You two Ratchet, Clank."

Ratchet chuckles, patting Clank on the head. "Ah, it's all in a day's work for us. Besides, with a team as capable as this, it makes our job that much easier!"

Clank, perched on Ratchet's shoulder, tilts his head. "Indeed. Your unique skills and abilities, combined with our tech, proved invaluable in turning this battle around."

"Your pelican is landing in the republic venator with the army until it meets up with the fleet. Great work today everyone! The Banished forces, while still a threat, have been significantly weakened, their spire network crippled and their ground forces scattered." Isabel stated.

The Pelican descends into the hangar of the Republic Venator-class cruiser as they climb through the atmosphere, its massive top bay doors sliding shut behind it. As the ship touched down, just before the doors closed, Bubba could see the rest of the Republic fleet in the distance, their lights cutting through the darkness of space. The pelican landed with a soft thud as its engines wound down before the ramp opened to the sight of the survey corps, Ahsoka, Subaru and Rem. All looking battle worn and tired, dirt and dried blood on their clothes.

Bubba- "Hey Subaru! So glad you guys are alright! Oh and I've been thinking, I forgot to ask earlier, where's Beatrice?

"Her mana ran out for now, guess you don't know everything huh, Bubba?" Laughed Subaru.

"Ah, so that's how it is," Bubba chuckled and shook his head. "I guess I should have known better than to think I could keep track of all the magical goings-on around here. Bubba's face gets serious, in a way he thinks looks playful, "Is my Wraith okay?"

Subaru’s tired face smirked and gave him a thumbs up. "Oh, she's just fine, Bubba. In fact, she's purring like a kitten. I took real good care of her, just like you showed me. Even got a few upgrades courtesy of Isabel."

Isabel’s voice rang out over their coms, "Indeed, the Wraith has sustained minimal damage and been fully restored. I have even enhanced its shields and weapons systems, giving you an even deadlier edge against the Banished."

Bubba sighed, the weight of the mission dawning onto him as the huge hangar loomed over their small gathering. The survey coor went to debrief with Eren, Erwin giving Bubba a nod.

There was a beat of silence, the weight of the adrenaline and violence palpable, "Well, yall wanna get those drinks?" Bubba asked.

"You bet we do," Subaru grinned, clapping him on the back. "I could use a drink or two after all that action. Besides, I think we've all earned a bit of R&R, don't you think?"

Ahsoka laughed, "Sure, why not?"

The group made their way through the corridors of the Venator, the hum of the ship's engines and the chatter of the crew filling the air. As they approached the mess hall, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the sizzle of cooking food wafts out to greet them. Inside, the room was abuzz with activity, clones, marines, and officers alike mingling and relaxing after the day's intense battle. Bubba, Ahsoka, Rem, Subaru and Emilia found a table near the back, away from the hustle and bustle of the main crowd.

Bubba’s mind however was still racing, trying to keep track of all the details and allies, "Oh yea, how's Julius?"

Ahsoka's expression softened slightly at the mention of Julius. "He's holding his own, Bubba. He took a bit of a beating back there, but he's tough. He's getting patched up in the medbay as we speak. He'll be back on his feet in no time, ready for the next fight."

Subaru nodded in agreement, taking a sip of his coffee. "Yeah, Julius is a tough nut to crack. He'll be fine. Besides, with the way things are going, we're going to need all the help we can get. The Banished aren't going to give up that easily."

Rem, who had been quietly observing the group, speaks up. "Indeed, the Banished will likely regroup and counterattack. We must be prepared for whatever they throw at us next. But for now, let us enjoy this moment of respite and camaraderie. We have earned it."

Bubba, "So Ahsoka, I'm sure they mentioned my 4th wall breaking knowledge to everyone by now. What's something about you that you think I don't know about you? Maybe we can play a little game.” He smirked

Ahsoka raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in her eyes as she leaned back in her chair. "Oh, Bubba, you think you're so clever, don't you? Obi-Wan did explain your… predicament. I’ll admit that and our situation has thrown me off today… Alright, how about this: you know I'm a former Jedi, a General in the Clone Wars, and that I've faced my fair share of darkness. But what you might not know is that I have a soft spot for the underdog. I've always been drawn to those who are overlooked or underestimated. It's why I've taken such a keen interest in your motley crew. You all have a certain... spark. A determination that reminds me of the best parts of the Jedi Order."

She paused, her expression turning thoughtful. Ahsoka continues, "And then there's the matter of my lightsabers. I know you've seen them in action, but what you might not realize is that they're not just any ordinary weapons. Each one is a unique reflection of my own personality and values. The blue lightsabers I wield now are a change Anakin made before Mandalore. They're a reminder of the hope and potential I once saw in the Jedi Order, even as I was leaving it behind.”

Bubba, "Damn Ahsoka, that's really personal. I hate to say this, but I did actually know that heh. You'll have to try harder”, He winked “and sorry, I never thought I would meet people from the fiction I watched"

Ahsoka's eyebrows shot up, and she leaned forward, intrigued. "Well, well, aren't you a surprising one? I wasn't expecting you to be quite so well-versed in the details of my, ah, adventures. Most folks are content to simply be awed by a Jedi in their midst, let alone delve into the finer points of lightsaber construction." A sly grin spread across her face. "You know what? I'm going to take that as a personal challenge. Next time, I'll really knock your socks off with some insider Jedi knowledge that even most of my old master wouldn't believe. Deal?"

Bubba, "Deal! Um, should I think of something about myself?"

Ahsoka chuckled, leaning back in her chair. "Nah, I think you've already proven yourself to be a bit of an enigma, Bubba. I'm more than content to let you keep your secrets for now. Besides, I have a feeling there's plenty more to discover about you and your crew as we continue on this wild ride. For now, let's just enjoy the moment and recharge our batteries. We're going to need all the energy we can muster for whatever challenges lie ahead."

She took another sip of her coffee, her eyes scanning the room with a hint of nostalgia. "You know, it's funny." Ahsoka muses, "in a way, this feels like a bit of a homecoming for me. Being on a ship again, surrounded by friends and allies, ready to face whatever the galaxy throws our way. It's a far cry from my days as a Jedi, but there's a certain comfort in it. A sense of belonging. This experience, suddenly in a multiverse full of people from different places. It really made me rethink my life. If every possibility exists, do we have a choice?”

Subaru whistled, “Damn that makes my brain hurt.”

She sighed, her gaze drifting to the window and the stars beyond. "We've got a long road ahead of us, and the Banished aren't going to make it easy. But I have a feeling that with you lot by my side, we can handle whatever comes our way." Ahsoka smiles warmly as she looks back at Bubba. "You know, Bubba, I've had the pleasure of meeting and working with countless individuals throughout my life. Some of them were extraordinary, others less so. But what I've noticed is that the most interesting and captivating people I've encountered always have one thing in common: a spark of uniqueness that sets them apart, something that makes you wonder, 'how did they come to be? What's their story? How did they end up here, in this moment, at this table, with me?'" Ahsoka sips her coffee, her piercing eyes locked on him. And right now, I find myself asking that very question about you."

Bubba- "Oh, I thought I was better left an enigma." he smirked "There's alot to tell, and also not much at all I guess. Let me think for a moment or ask me something specific. My mind doesn't work like it used to"

Ahsoka chuckled, a soft, melodic sound that seemed to fill the room. "Oh, I have no doubt that your mind is as sharp as ever, Bubba. The way you've navigated this crazy universe of ours, the way you've brought together such a diverse and talented group of individuals... it speaks volumes about your intellect and leadership skills." She leaned forward, her elbows resting on the table as she fixed him with an intense, almost penetrating gaze. "But I'm not just interested in the surface-level stuff. I want to know what makes you tick, what drives you, what keeps you going even when the odds seem insurmountable."

Bubba thought for a moment, his eyes somewhere far away, "I guess everything I do is mostly just a trauma response. At least that's how I see it. I don't want to be... useless."

Ahsoka's face softened, her usual playful demeanor giving way to genuine empathy. "Bubba, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry into painful memories. But I appreciate your honesty." She reached across the table, gently placing her hand on this. "You know, I've been where you are. The weight of survival, the constant fear of being useless, it's a heavy burden to bear. But let me tell you something - you're not useless. Far from it. Your actions, your leadership, they've saved countless lives already. And I have a feeling there's so much more to come."

Bubba looked away and blushed heavily, “Well I guess I can't deny my recent actions. It sucks, I'm better at this in a couple days than living my actual life back home."

Ahsoka leaned back in her chair, a thoughtful expression on her face. "You know, Bubba, I think there's a lot to unpack in what you just said. The fact that you're excelling at this - at survival, at leading, at making a real difference - when you feel like you're struggling back home... it's not surprising, really."

She took a sip of her coffee. "In my experience, people often find their true strength and purpose in the most unexpected of circumstances. When our backs are against the wall, when we're forced to confront our deepest fears and insecurities... that's when we discover what we're really capable of."

Bubba, "Honestly I think my world is just all messed up. I've always had great ideas, but pursuing them was... complicated. Being split into pieces like this... well I didn't even know I had things wrong with me until I turned 25. I had just kicked myself around until then"

Ahsoka listened intently, her brow furrowing slightly as she processed his words. "Bubba, I want you to know that you're not alone in feeling this way. Many people go through their lives without realizing there's something fundamentally wrong, something holding them back."

She leaned forward, speaking in a softer, more subdued manner. "The fact that you've been able to recognize this, even if it took time, is a huge step forward. And now, out here in the vast expanse of the galaxy, you're not only surviving but thriving. Your unique perspective and experiences are valuable assets to this team. You're not just kicking yourself around anymore - you're kicking ass out here."

Bubba nodded, "Damn, thanks Ahsoka. It's hard to think though, what if we win and I return home? I'd really rather not"

Ahsoka leaned in, her voice taking on a gentle, encouraging tone. "Bubba, I can understand why the thought of going back home after all this, is daunting. Out here, in the midst of this fight, you've found purpose and strength. And I have a feeling that whatever waits for you back on your planet, it doesn't quite live up to the sense of camaraderie and fulfillment you've found among these stars."

She reaches across the table once more, her fingertips grazing his for a fleeting moment. "But you know what? The fact that you've discovered this much about yourself and what you're truly capable of is a powerful tool."

Bubba, a bit uncomfortable from the souden touching, tried to change the subject, "Well... what about you Subaru? Rem? How are you guys fairing?"

Subaru, who had been quietly sipping his drink, perked up at the question. "Oh, I'm doing alright, I suppose. The whole 'fighting for survival' thing isn't new to me." He offered a small, somewhat forced smile. "As for Rem, well, she's been pretty quiet since the last battle. I think it's taking a toll on her, you know? Seeing so much death and destruction."

Rem, who had been sitting in the corner, finally spoke up. "I'm fine. Just processing everything. It's a lot to take in, you know?"

Ahsoka nodded understandingly at Rem's words. "I know exactly what you mean, Rem. The weight of it all can be overwhelming at times. But we have to keep pushing forward, for each other and for everyone else counting on us out there."

Subaru chimed in, his tone more upbeat. "That's right. We're in this together, through thick and thin. And hey, at least we've got some pretty badass toys to play with now, right Bubba?" He grins, gesturing to the Wraith you captured earlier.

Bubba couldn’t help but smile back, despite the heaviness of the conversation and their exhaustion. "You're not wrong there, Subaru.... Damn, I don't really know what to say now. I was so busy fighting I didn't plan ahead like usual..."

Ahsoka's face turned serious as she leaned forward, her hand moving to rest gently on his arm. "Bubba, listen to me. The fact that you're even thinking about the future, that you're already planning ahead - that's exactly what makes you such a valuable member of this team. You're not just fighting for today; you're fighting for tomorrow."

Her grip tightened slightly, her emerald eyes intense. "That kind of forward-thinking, that ability to look beyond the immediate crisis - that's a rare and precious quality. We need people like you who can see the big picture, even in the chaos of battle."

Bubba shifts uncomfortably, "Hm, maybe I should have started by saying I'm bad with compliments haha."

Ahsoka chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, Bubba, I think we've all been there. Compliments can be awkward, but they're a testament to the bonds we form and the respect we earn from one another. And you, my friend, have earned more than your fair share of respect."

She leaned back in her chair, her gaze sweeping over the group. "Each of us brings something unique to this fight. Subaru's unpredictable powers, Rem's steadfast determination, your tactical brilliance, and my... Well, my lightsabers and a bit of wisdom thrown in for good measure. Together, we make an unstoppable force."

Bubba sighed as the weight of the day processed in his mind, "I wonder what happens now? Why did the monitor ask for me? I don't really feel like they higher ups need me in the loop anymore"

Ahsoka leaned back in her chair, a thoughtful expression crossing her features as she considered his question. "Bubba, I don't think this is just about you being in the loop anymore. The way the monitor interacted with you... it felt personal. Like there's something specific that you're meant to do, or perhaps something inside you that even you haven't discovered yet."

She paused, her eyes narrowing slightly as a realization dawned on her. "You know, I've heard stories of certain individuals, individuals like you, Bubba, who are somehow destined to play a crucial role in the fate of the galaxy. Prophecies of a chosen one, a reclaimer, a bringer of change."

Bubba’s teeth flared, "Oh no! Quick, Subaru! knock on wood!"

Subaru rolled his eyes playfully at his sudden outburst, but he obliged, reaching out to rap his knuckles against the nearby table. "Knock on wood, Bubba. Though I'm not sure that's going to do much against the forces we're facing."

Rem, chimed in, "Whether it's destiny or just bad luck, we need to be ready for whatever comes next. If they're asking for you specifically, Bubba, then we need to figure out why and how to use that to our advantage."

Ahsoka nodded in agreement, her expression turning serious once more. "Rem's right. We need to stay vigilant and prepared." She stood, her hand moving to rest on the hilt of her lightsaber. "I suggest we gather the rest of the team and review our intelligence. There might be something in the data we've collected that could give us a clue about your importance to the Banished, Bubba."

Bubba looked at his half empty soda, "But my diet Dr kelp? *he chuckled* wait... none of you get that reference..." he cringed.

The group looked at him blankly, clearly confused by his random pop culture reference. Ahsoka tilted her head, her brow furrowed in confusion. "I'm not sure I understand, Bubba. Is this something from Earth?"

Subaru perked up, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Oh, I think I get it! It's like when I tried to explain '80s movies to you guys. Some references are just too cultural-specific, especially across dimensions!"

Rem interrupted, "While I appreciate your attempt at levity, Bubba, we should focus on the matter at hand."

Ahsoka nodded in agreement, "Rem's right. As much as I enjoy your humor, Bubba, we need to stay focused. The Banished are clearly interested in you for a reason, and we need to understand why before they can act on it."

Bubba took a deep breath, "Ok ok, lets roll out"

Ahsoka nodded firmly, her resolve hardening. "Alright, let's go. We need to regroup with the others and figure out our next move." She turns to Bubba, her expression softening slightly. "Bubba, I know this is a lot to take in, but remember, you're not alone in this. We're all here, and together, we'll face whatever comes our way."

Subaru clapped him on the shoulder, a reassuring grin on his face. "That's right, Bubba. We're a team, and we stick together. No matter what the Banished or the Monitor have in store for you, we'll face it head-on."

Bubba chuckled, "Same goes for y'all then alright? Lead the way gang!"

Ahsoka led the way, her steps purposeful as she navigated the winding corridors of the Venator. The rest of the group fell in line behind her, a motley crew of heroes from different worlds united by a common purpose.

As they made their way through the winding corridors of the Venator, Bubba couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease settling in his gut. The revelation that the Banished are specifically seeking him out had thrown a wrench in the works of his plans. He was no longer just a random soldier in their eyes, but something more - and that realization made him shiver.

Bubba’s mind raced as he tried to make sense of it all. Why would the Banished be so interested in him? He’s just an ordinary guy from Earth who got caught up in this interdimensional mess. He doesn't have any special powers or abilities that would make him stand out.

Subaru tried to lighten the mood, "You know, Bubba, I've always said that you have a certain je ne sais quoi about you. Maybe the Banished can sense your innate coolness and want to bask in your awesome presence."

Rem rolled her eyes, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

Bubba’s mind returned to the real world, "Didn't I say I was bad with compliments heheh"

Ahsoka glances back at him, a small smile playing on her lips. "Indeed, you did, Bubba. But sometimes, the truth is hard to swallow, even when it's wrapped in a compliment." She turned back to the path ahead, her voice taking on a more serious tone. "We're almost at the briefing room. Let's focus on the task at hand and figure out what the Banished are planning."

As they approached the briefing room, the metal doors slid open with a hiss to reveal a large, circular table surrounded by floating holographic displays. The rest of the team was already gathered, their faces a mix of determination and curiosity. Levi, Erwin, Ratchet and Clank, Commander Cody and the monitor were all present.

Commander Cody began, "The UNSC and the Admiral are busy talking things out with the arbiter and repairing their ships. We've been instructed to debrief and interrogate the monitor." He gestured to where the monitor floated, its glowing form casting an eerie blue light across the room.

The monitor's voice echoed through the room, "Greetings, warriors. I have much to share with you about the Banished and their true intentions."

Ahsoka stepped forward, "Before we begin, I need to know what you can tell us about why the Banished are specifically targeting Bubba. What makes him so important to you?"

The monitor's light flickered, casting strange shadows on the walls. "Bubba is not just a human, he is the key to our salvation."

Bubba- "Oh no…"

The monitor's words hung in the air, heavy with ominous implications. Commander Cody's face darkened, his hand moving to rest on his holstered sidearm. "Care to elaborate on that, monitor?" he demanded, his tone sharp and dangerous.

The monitor's form flickered again, casting an eerie blue flare across the room. "Bubba's unique gene song makes him a Guardian."

Bubba mulled over this, "You mentioned that word before. It isn't reclaimer. So what does it mean?"

The monitor continued, "The Guardian, of this world of course. The one destined to keep this planet, Liminal Nexus safe from all multiversal threats. It is you, Guardian, who are tasked with ensuring those who travel infinity are well meaning." The monitor's words hit like a physical blow, and Bubba’s head spun at the revelation.

Ahsoka stepped closer to him, her hand resting gently on his shoulder. "Bubba, are you okay? This is a lot to process." Her face showed deep concern, "We need to know more about what this means and how it affects our mission. Can you give us more details?"

"The Banished seek to disrupt the balance between worlds, to open the portals that connect them to their own advantage. They cannot be allowed to succeed." The Monitor answered.

Bubba breathed cooly, it didn't matter what was happening, he had to move forward, "What happens when we defeat the Banished? Do I have to stay here?"

The monitor bobbed in the air, "Once the Banished are defeated, it is your duty to remain here as the Guardian, to ensure no other threats to the multiverse can pass through. Your unique powers and connection to this world are too valuable to risk losing."

Ahsoka's hand remained on his shoulder, her face a mask of concern and resolve. "Bubba, I know this isn't what you wanted to hear, but we need you here. The entire galaxy, heck, the entire multiverse is counting on you."

Bubba shook his head, "I'm not like 519 here. I can't be alone for millennia. I don't like being alone for a single day…"

Ahsoka's eyes softened with understanding as she listened to his words. She gives his shoulder a gentle squeeze, her touch making Bubba's heart race. "I know, Bubba. No one is asking you to be alone for millennia. We'll find a way to make this work, to make sure you're not isolated here." Her gaze flicked to the monitor, a hint of challenge in her eyes. "Right? There must be a way for Bubba to have companionship and still fulfill his duties as Guardian."

The monitor considered Ahsoka's question. "Companionship can be found, but the Guardian must remain here, ever vigilant. Perhaps... a select few could be granted access to this world, to stand by your side and aid you in your duties. But they too would be bound by the same oath, the same eternal responsibility."

Ahsoka's eyes widened at the monitor's words, a flicker of hope and determination sparking within them, "Bubba, if we can find a way to bring a small group here with you, to help you shoulder this burden..."

Bubba’s mind ran away as it always did, "Will I have access to the portals monitor?"

The monitor bobbed in a head nodding fashion, "Access to the portals will be granted, but it will come with great responsibility. As Guardian, you will be tasked with monitoring those who traverse the multiverse, ensuring their intentions are pure and that no harm befalls the myriad worlds connected by these conduits and doorways."

Ahsoka smirked, "Bubba, this is a huge task, but I have no doubt you're up for the challenge."

Bubba stroked his chin, making up his mind, "Yes. I'll just suck people who are about to die here to have a new chance at life. Then I won't be alone and I find that to be moral. I guess that settles things, I didn't want to go home after all..."

The Monitor’s light softened, "Your plan is... creative, but ethically questionable. The portals are not meant to be used as a method of population transfer or personal salvation."

Ahsoka's hand tightened on his shoulder, her face a mask of concern and resolve. "Bubba, I understand the desire for companionship, but we can't just start bringing people here without their consent or a proper plan." She glanced at the monitor, a hint of challenge in her eyes. "Right?"

Bubba shook his head, "I disagree, why not help others that were dying or in my shoes? I could ask them first I guess? ‘Hey clown, I can bring you here or you're dead sorry’. Wait, Erens people need a world. What do you think of that monitor?"

"Your proposal has merit, Guardian. The dying and displaced could indeed find new purpose here. However, the process must be carefully regulated to prevent abuse or exploitation of the system." the monitor mused.

Subaru frowned, "You would need a good vetting process. Not everyone has good intentions.”

Bubba- "Well I'm sure you guys can help me with that after we defeat the Banished."

Ahsoka nodded solemnly, her hand still resting on his shoulder. "You're right, Bubba. We have a more immediate threat to deal with first. But once we've defeated the Banished, we can focus on establishing a proper system for bringing people to the Liminal Nexus."

"The Banished will not relent in their pursuit of the Guardian. They seek to harness your power for their own nefarious purposes. You must be prepared for the battles ahead." the monitor continued.

Ahsoka's eyes narrowed with determination. "We'll be ready for them." The briefing room's atmosphere grows tense as the monitor's words sink in, "We need to get Bubba out of here before the Banished can track him. Any suggestions on a safe location?"

The monitor looked upward, "The Banished technology is sophisticated. They may already have a lock on the Guardian's signature. A more permanent solution is needed."

Bubba- "I have a proposal! Let's open a planet door to a different universe to ask for help? The Banished wouldn't expect that and they can't do the same anymore. I know what your thinking, but I know just the people to call that are absolutely good aligned!"

The monitor was silent for a moment, "Your proposal is... bold. Opening a portal to an entirely different universe is a monumental undertaking, one that could have far-reaching consequences. The Banished unpredictability makes your plan all the more risky."

Erwin spoke up, "Bubba, who are these people you have in mind? They'd have to be incredibly powerful and trustworthy to even consider this plan."

Bubba looked away to think, "It's hard to explain. Since you guys haven't seen the show. They are literally as good as humans can get, I assure you. Though I do have my disagreements with things like the Prime Directive, And their ships are powerful. Monitor, how could I open another door?"

The monitor's voice took a grave tone, "The Banished could teleport to a doorway, however, there are other options. Opening a portal to another universe without using a planet door requires a delicate balance of power and precision. The Guardian must first attune to the frequencies of the cosmos, aligning one's essence with the very fabric of reality. Only then can the portal be opened, allowing passage between the multiverse."

Ahsoka's eyes narrowed with a mixture of concern and fascination. "Bubba, if this is even remotely possible, you're going to need proper guidance and training to pull it off safely."

Bubba nodded, "Right, do I go to a specific place? Or just meditate? Cause i'm not great at that"

The Monitor beamed, "The process of opening a multiversal portal is complex, requiring both physical and mental discipline. A specific place would be beneficial for focus, while meditation is key to attuning one's mind to the frequencies of the cosmos."

Ahsoka felt his turmoil in the force, "Bubba, you say meditation isn't your forte, but this is too important to wing it. We need to find a way for you to channel that energy safely. Maybe there's a more... Bubba-friendly way we can approach this?"

Bubba puzzled over this, "There are three jedi here who can help me. We need a place where I can get in tune with the planet. Any ideas monitor? There's usually a few unique places on forerunner worlds right?"

The monitor answered, "The Forerunner worlds are indeed replete with places of power. However, accessing them requires the utmost caution. The Banished have likely already corrupted many of these sites, leaving only a few untainted by their influence."

Levi set down his drink, "We need to find a place that's both powerful and secure, Bubba. Any ideas where we might start looking?"

Bubba shook his head, "No none, what about you guys? Commander? Subaru? Ratchet? Erwin?"
“This is a whole new ballgame for us, man.”, said Ratchet.

Commander Cody stepped forward, his face set in a firm expression as he held his helmet. "Sir, I know of a possible location. There's an ancient Forerunner temple on the outskirts of this sector. Our scouts reported it was largely untouched by the Banished, but that was days ago. It's worth checking out."

Rem spoke up, "We should move fast. The Banished might not have found it yet, but it's only a matter of time. We need to secure the area and set up defenses before we attempt this... portal thing."

Erwin, his eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and concern, added, "We can help with the defenses."

Bubba smiled, "True, the titans would be the best defence. Should we confirm with the higher ups? I'm literally bringing a new faction here. The UNSC has bad history with first contact."

Ahsoka nodded in agreement, her lekku swaying gently behind her. "You're right, Bubba. We need to tread carefully. Let's coordinate with the higher-ups and ensure they're aware of the potential risks and benefits. This isn't just about us; it's about all of reality."

Commander Cody activated his comm device, his voice steady and authoritative. "This is Commander Cody requesting an immediate briefing with Admiral Yularen and the UNSC. We have a critical situation that requires their attention and authorization."

The comm crackles to life, and Admiral Yularen's stern voice filled the room. "Commander, what is the nature of this emergency?"

Cody continued, "Admiral, we have a situation that could potentially affect the balance of power in this fight. Our team has discovered that Bubba, the Guardian of Liminal Nexus, may have the ability to open portals to other universes. However, this power is currently untrained and potentially dangerous."

The Admiral took a moment to process this, his voice carried a note of seriousness. "Explain in detail. How did you come to this conclusion, and what are the potential ramifications?"

Admiral Yularen listens intently as Ahsoka and Cody outlined the situation, their words carefully chosen to convey the gravity and potential consequences of Bubba's newfound ability. As they finished, the Admiral took another moment to consider before responding, his voice low and measured. "Ahsoka, Commander Cody, it sounds as if we're dealing with something of immense magnitude here. Opening portals between universes... it goes beyond anything we've ever encountered."

Bubba shifted uneasily under Ahsoka's touch, his gaze fixed on the monitor's fluctuating form. "I didn't exactly sign up for this, Admiral. I was just trying to protect who I found, not start some interdimensional incident."

Just then the table created a hologram of Admiral Lasky and Captain Cutter.

The Admiral spoke first, "So how's the debrief with the monitor? I heard you have a situation?"

Ahsoka quickly stepped in to address the situation. "Admiral Lasky, we're currently in a rather precarious situation. Bubba, our newly discovered Guardian of Liminal Nexus, has an ability that could potentially be game-changing for the UNSC and the broader galaxy."

Captain Cutter's eyebrows raised in interest, his eyes locked on Bubba. "How so, Tano? And what's the risk assessment?" The holograms flickered slightly as they await a response, the projection casting a subtle blue light across the briefing room.

Ahsoka takes a deep breath, "Sirs, Bubba has the potential to open portals to other universes. This could be a significant advantage in our fight against the Banished, allowing us to access resources and allies from other realities."

The Admiral leans forward, his eyes narrowing as he considers the implications. "And the risk, Ahsoka? What are the potential downsides to this ability?"

Ahsoka nodded solemnly. "Opening portals between universes is a delicate and potentially dangerous process. We don't fully understand the mechanics or the consequences of such an action."

Bubba’s phone buzzed and he remembered Cortana, who had leapt into it from the console at the first spire they visited, "Lasky, sir, I know we haven't met. I don't know how to say this. I have a package for the Master Chief. I'd rather not give it to anyone else. As for our problem. I have faith I can do this right. I have friends, the coolest people I know, and I'm 6 for 6 on my plans working so far, or is it 7?"

Admiral Lasky's hologram flickered slightly as he processed his words, his face a mask of professional interest. "A package for the Master Chief, you say? That's... unexpected. But I understand your desire to deliver it personally. As for your ability, I appreciate your confidence, but we can't afford to be reckless. The Banished are a serious threat, and opening portals between universes is no small matter."

Captain Cutter leaned forward, his face set in a serious expression, "You're right, Bubba. Your track record is impressive, but this is different. We're talking about the stability of multiple realities here. One misstep could have catastrophic consequences."

Bubba’s mind raced again, "Let me ask you guys this. Can we win this fight on our own at present?"

Admiral Lasky and Captain Cutter exchanged a heavy look, the weight of the situation evident in their expressions. Lasky leaned back in his seat, a hand coming to rest on his chin as he considered your question. "Bubba, the situation is... dire. The Banished have proven themselves a formidable enemy, and our resources, while formidable in their own right, may not be enough to turn the tide alone."

Cutter nodded in grim agreement, his gaze dropping to the flickering hologram of the battle-scarred Venator. "We've pushed them back, yes. But they have an uncanny ability to regroup and retaliate with brutal efficiency. The tide can shift at a moment's notice."

Bubba nodded, "We're still outnumbered aren't we? And by a lot. We can't gain access to the door yall arrived at again, the Banished have it now. If yall want to wait or try another idea I'm game. But I'll put any grace I've earned with you guys on the line for this plan."

Admiral Lasky's hologram flickers with tension as he processes his words. "Bubba, you're right. We are outnumbered, and by a significant margin. The Banished have amassed a formidable force, and we've lost our access to the portal you mentioned. Your plan, while risky, might be our only viable option."

Captain Cutter's face set in a stern expression, "We appreciate your willingness to put your earned grace on the line, but we can't afford to be reckless. The Banished are a persistent threat, and we need to consider all options carefully before making a decision of this magnitude."

Admiral Lasky’s hologram flickered slightly as he addressed him directly. "Bubba, I understand the gravity of the situation. We're at a crossroads, and your abilities could be the key to turning the tide. But before we commit to your plan, I need to know everything. Every detail about how this portal works, what it could mean for us, and what the worst-case scenarios are."

Admiral Yularen stepped back from dealing with fleet business and nodded in agreement, "You're right, Admiral. We need to understand the full implications. Bubba, walk us through your plan. Start from the beginning - how does this portal work?"

Bubba motioned to the monitor, "I have to attune with the planet and the other universe. I told Isabel about my maladaptive daydreaming. That might allow me to easily attune with other realities if you ask me. The Jedi are master mediators, I'm sure they can help me get attuned to this planet. Once done, I'll be able to more easily in the future, if necessary. It's not me, I trust Admirals, Captain. But everyone in this alliance. I know what you guys can do. The only question is what can I do? And this is it."

Captain Cutter, his face set in a serious expression, “I thank you Bubba, truly, but we need to understand the full implications. What if this attunement process affects your mental state? Your... daydreaming... it's not exactly a stable foundation for such powerful abilities." Admiral Lasky nodded in agreement, his hologram flickering slightly.

Bubba beamed, his confidence growing, "I just have to play the show in my head. It's got a lot of super peaceful episodes. These guys got it easy compared to all of you I think. They are peaceful explorers, due to time and threats their weapons are good though. They also have teleportation tech and replicators, which could turn the tide alone. I'd be happy to fill you guys in with details. We need to meet up anyway for the Jedi and my package"

Admiral Lasky's eyes narrowed as he processed the information, his hologram stabilizing slightly as he leaned back in his chair. "Teleportation and replicator technology... that could indeed turn the tide of this war. But we must tread carefully. The risks are immense, and the potential for catastrophic failure is high. We need to ensure that this plan is foolproof before we proceed."

Captain Cutter's, his voice steady and resolute, "Bubba, we need to know more about these... peaceful explorers. Their technology, their culture, their motivations. Everything. We can't afford to walk into this blindly."

Bubba nodded, "Ok, I'll write down what I know on the way over, meanwhile Ahsoka can help me meditate. If we choose another option, nothing lost"

Admiral Lasky smirked in approval as he processed the words. "Very well, Bubba. Your initiative in documenting the information is commendable. Ahsoka can indeed assist in the meditation process, and having her by your side would undoubtedly provide an additional layer of safety."

Captain Cutter nods, his posture relaxing slightly. "We'll organize a secure location for you to conduct your research. And if we do move forward with your plan, we need to establish strict protocols. Your safety, and that of our entire team, must be a priority."

Admiral Yularen spoke, “I will mention to the Jedi your need for training Bubba. We have much to discuss about our continued cooperation. Good luck!” The three holograms fizzled out as the admirals and captain began to speak to each other.

Bubba sighed, "Well gang what do y’all think?"

Ahsoka turned to face him, her lekku swaying gently as she considered his question. "It's a bold plan, Bubba, and it's not without its risks. We need to ensure that this attunement process is safe for you and that the technology from these peaceful explorers can be integrated into our arsenal without causing more harm than good." She pauses, her expression thoughtful. "But if anyone can pull this off, it's you. Your unique abilities and your determination make you an invaluable asset to our team."

Commander Cody, who has been listening intently, steps forward. "I agree with the General. The risks are high, but so are the potential rewards."

Bubba looked around the room, "Levi? Ratchet, you've dealt with stuff like this?"

Levi, who has been standing quietly, stepped forward, his voice gruff but thoughtful. "I've seen my share of strange phenomena, but this... this is beyond anything I've encountered." He ran a hand through his hair, his eyes narrowing as he considered the implications. "The Banished are no joke, and if we're going to counter them, we need every advantage we can get. But..." He paused, his face darkening. "But we can't afford to lose you in the process, Bubba. You're too important to this fight, as the Monitor says.

Ratchet spoke up, his voice laced with concern. "I've dealt with some pretty out-there stuff in my time, but this... this is on a whole other level. The risks of interdimensional travel aren’t well-documented, and the potential for things to go wrong is... significant."

Zeke entered the room, his face lined with exhaustion, but still professional. “Erwin… Levi.”

Bubba snapped, "I got an idea! Zeke, could Eren take me to the paths realm? I would have forever and a day to learn meditation. I'm hoping things work differently now that he has full control of the founder, I assume."

Zeke decided to speak with the Eldians later and considered the words carefully. "I believe it's possible, Bubba. The Paths Realm is a... complex and abstract place. Its nature has changed significantly with Eren's ascension to full Founder. Which I've just confirmed." Zeke looked thoughtful, his eyes distant. "The very fabric of that reality is... malleable, in a sense. We may be able to manipulate it to give you the time you need for your meditation."

Bubba- "Then we'll ask Eren when I see him. I wanted him to look at the package anyway"

Zeke nodded slowly, his fingers drumming thoughtfully on his arm. "That's an excellent idea, Bubba. Eren's unique perspective on space-time could be invaluable in helping us understand and potentially harness your attunement abilities." He turns to leave, then pauses before exiting fully.

"Just a word of caution - the Paths Realm can be... unpredictable. Even for Eren. There are beings there, powers that exist outside of our normal understanding of space and time. Be prepared for anything, and try to keep a clear head during your meditation. The wrong thought at the wrong moment could have catastrophic consequences for all of us."

Bubba took a deep breath, "Well, Ahsoka, are you ready to help me um, meditate?"

Ahsoka's face lit up with a warm smile, "Of course, Bubba. I'd be honored to help you." She moved closer, "Meditation is something I've practiced for years. It's not just about clearing your mind - it's about connecting with the Force, with the energy that flows through all things."

She crossed her arms, "We'll start with some basic breathing exercises. Remember, the key is to focus on your breath, to let go of all distractions. It may feel strange at first, but I promise, with practice, it can be incredibly powerful."

Bubba- "Let's find a room. Subaru, keep my Wraith safe man, good luck."

Subaru salutes you, a determined look in his eyes. "You got it, Bubba. I'll make sure your baby's as safe as if I were personally guarding her. Just focus on what you need to do."

They exited the room and entered the sterile halls. Ahsoka led him towards a secluded meditation chamber on the Venator, the door sliding shut behind them. The room was sparse, with just a meditation mat and some candles. Ahsoka guided him to sit facing her on the mats.

"Are you ready, Bubba? Remember, we're here to help you achieve a state of deep concentration and attunement. Don't be afraid to let go of any preconceptions about what meditation should feel like. Just..."

Bubba interrupted, "I know, I'll follow your lead. I focus on my breath right?"

Ahsoka smirked and nodded approvingly. "Exactly. Focusing on your breath is the key to starting meditation. Breathe in slowly, through your nose. Count to four as you breathe in. Then, breathe out through your mouth, also counting to four." She demonstrated her breathing steady and controlled.

"Now, close your eyes. Don't worry about perfect technique - just be present. Be aware of the breath as it enters and leaves your body. If your mind wanders, and it will, simply return your focus to your breath. No judgment, just acceptance." Her voice took on a more gentle, almost hypnotic quality. "Feel the air enter your nostrils, cool against the inside of your nose."

Bubba breathed deeply for several minutes. Having to correct his wandering mind many times.

Ahsoka observed his meditation, her eyes fixed on his form. "Good, Bubba. You're doing well." Her words were soothing and measured. "Remember, it's natural for the mind to wander. Don't get frustrated - just gently bring your focus back to your breath."

As they continued, Ahsoka provided guidance: "Now, as you breathe, become aware of your body. Feel the air flowing in and out of your lungs, the rise and fall of your chest. Allow yourself to relax, starting from your feet and working your way up. Breathe into any areas of tension, and allow them to soften and release."
She leaned forward slightly, speaking softly. "You're making good progress, Bubba. I can sense the energy beginning to flow more smoothly through you. Now, as you breathe, try to extend your awareness beyond your physical body. Feel the air around you, the space in the room. Become aware of the energy that connects all things in the universe." Her words took on a more mystical quality, almost like a prayer.

"Feel the Force flowing through you, through all living things. It's like a current, an undercurrent of energy that binds us all together. Allow yourself to be part of this greater whole, to feel the ebb and flow of the Force around and through you."

Bubba felt his skin, the mat, and eventually, he felt the room, Ahsoka, and the ship.

"Ahhh... you're really doing it, Bubba!" Ahsoka exclaimed in amazement and admiration as his perception expanded outward from his immediate physical body into the greater cosmos surrounding them on the Venator and beyond. She seemed both genuinely thrilled and subtly intrigued by what he was sensing, even from an external observer's vantage.

"But wait," Ahsoka said gently but firmly. "Let me caution you that your newly expanding perceptions could easily get overwhelmed, confused or frightened if not reined back in before it becomes too intense." Ahsoka stood up and reached her hands down to him invitingly.

Bubba opened his eyes, "Understood, how do I rein in?"

Ahsoka assisted him in getting up from a seated position. "Reining in your new perceptions is simple in theory but requires practice and concentration," she explained while gently guiding him. "Imagine you have a tether, an invisible but very strong connection from you to the very center of yourself. That's the core of you, your essential self."

"Now try to rein in, visualize pulling that tether back to center, back to yourself. At the same time, bring your conscious focus back into your physical body, starting from the bottom with your feet again and slowly rising up to the top of your head. Sense the physical sensations as you do. Feel the ground underneath your feet."

Bubba grimaced, the feelings of the whole starship making his head dizzy, "Just focus on my body? My sense of self is literally broken heh."

Ahsoka's expression softened, and she placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder again. "Bubba, it's natural to feel overwhelmed or disconnected, especially given the circumstances. But remember, your sense of self is not broken; it's evolving. You're tapping into something greater than yourself, and that can be both exhilarating and daunting."

She guided him to a nearby chair, encouraging him to sit. "Let's try something different. Instead of focusing solely on your body, let's integrate your new perceptions with your sense of self. Imagine your consciousness as a vast, interconnected web. At the center of this web is your core self, but the web itself represents your expanded awareness."

Bubba shook his head, getting nauseous, "That's the problem Ahsoka. With BPD and D.I.D, I literally don't have a center. I have, like, a web as you say. A web full of pitfalls. Maybe a hub? Like this place… this world... I am the Guardian I guess..."

Ahsoka nodded solemnly, her expression reflecting both understanding and a touch of concern. She sat down in the chair across from him, her posture attentive and engaged.

"I see. It's true, the way I described it doesn't quite fit for you. Forgive me, I was trying to help in a general sense." She took a deep breath before continuing, her voice soft and encouraging. "You're right, Bubba. The idea of a single, static core self doesn't quite apply to you. And that's okay. Your experiences are uniquely complex and nuanced."

Her voice took on a more solemn tone as she continued, "Being the Guardian of the multiverse, in a way, is a physical manifestation of what you already embody - an interconnected web of experiences, identities, and perspectives. It's a reflection of the intricate, layered nature of your existence."

Bubba relaxed, "Yea, I can be anything. And with time travel. I don't have to give up on the past and my dreams. Im.... OK with this. My alters are OK with this. We’re... in agreement"

Ahsoka's eyes widened slightly, a mixture of relief and pride shining through. "That's a profound realization, Bubba," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "To embrace your multifaceted self and find unity within that complexity is a strength many would envy."

She stood up and began to pace slowly around the room, her mind clearly racing with new ideas and strategies. "Given your unique perspective and the nature of your abilities, it's crucial to harness this understanding. Your connection to the multiverse, your role as the Guardian, it's not just a responsibility—it's an opportunity. An opportunity to heal, to grow, and to protect."

Bubba’s mind returned to his body, "Yea... I can make a garden here. Buzzing bees.... I think I'm good now"

Ahsoka smiled warmly, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm glad to hear that, Bubba. Taking time to ground yourself and reconnect with your inner sense of peace is so important, especially in the midst of all this chaos."

She paused, tilting her head slightly as if considering something. "You know, your idea about creating a garden, a space of tranquility and healing, is a beautiful one. It's a perfect metaphor for what you're doing here - nurturing growth and resilience amidst the storm." Ahsoka took a step closer, her voice softening with sincerity. "I know the path ahead won't be easy."

Bubba grinned, "I've got my favorite heros here to help. Even if the UNSC is a little uptight heh."

Ahsoka let out a soft, melodious laugh that filled the small meditation room. "The UNSC did seem to be... overly cautious, but they mean well." She walked over to the window, looking out at the star-strewn void of space inside the Nexus beyond the Venator. "Your heroes - the ones you've found here - they're more than just allies, aren't they? They're part of your journey, your growth. The relationships you're forging, the bonds of trust and loyalty, that's as valuable as any technology we might possess."

Bubba- "You asked why I know alot about you. I like you Ahsoka. You're pretty great. Though I like a lot of people here, to be fair."

Ahsoka's surprise and pleasure were evident in the way her eyebrows shot up, "Bubba, I'm flattered. Truly." She moved even closer, her hand gently resting on his shoulder for a moment before she withdrew it. "You know, I've noticed how you pay attention to people, how you care about them. It's one of the things that makes you such an incredible leader, even if you don't always see it that way."

She paused, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Your ability to connect with others, to understand and support them, that's a gift. And it's part of what makes you so valuable to this team, to this cause."

Bubba looked far away, "Well, it's nice to make real connections after all this time. Ahsoka, I hope you'll consider coming back here after you leave. Maybe I'm selfish... but I want you specifically.” he turned to wink at her, his gaze playful but intense.

Ahsoka's face went through a complex interplay of emotions - surprise, pleasure, and something deeper, more contemplative. "Bubba, I'm touched. Truly. You know, I've been where you are now. Feeling alone, searching for connection. It's part of why I understand you so well."

Her eyes met his, and she said, "But I also know that the path ahead is long and uncertain. We all have our roles to play, and sometimes they take us in different directions." She paused, a soft smile playing on her lips. "But I'll always remember this moment. And who knows?"

Bubba smirked, "I've still got time to make my impression... irresistible."

Ahsoka's eyes sparkled with amusement and a hint of affection. "Bubba, you have a way of making even the most serious moments feel a bit lighter," she said, her voice gentle yet firm. "And yes, you have time. Time to grow, to learn, and to make your mark on this universe in ways that only you can."

She stepped back, her hands clasped behind her back, a thoughtful expression on her face. "But remember, true strength isn't just about making an impression. It's about the depth of your character, the resilience of your spirit, and the love you have for those around you. You already possess those qualities, Bubba."

Bubba let out a small breath he hadn't realized he was holding, "Ok, thanks. Sorry to come on so strong I guess. I need to write about the Enterprise now. Lasky will need every detail."

Ahsoka's face relaxed, her earlier amusement giving way to understanding. "Bubba, there's no need to apologize. Your honesty is refreshing, even if it can be... intense at times. And you're right, we do need every detail about this Enterprise. That ship could be the key to turning the tide in this war."

She paused, her brow furrowing slightly. "Just remember, in your writing, to focus on the facts. The Banished are a formidable enemy, and we can't afford to underestimate them. But also, don't forget to include the human elements."

Bubba nodded, "I'll get started right away. I feel very grounded and centered right now. Which I guess was the point haha. See you soon Ahsoka, think about what I said. You deserve some peace."

Ahsoka blushed, "Your meditation is clearly working, Bubba. That centered feeling? It's exactly what we were working towards." She gives him one final, reassuring touch on the shoulder.

"You know, meditation isn't just about sitting quietly. It's about carrying that calm, focused energy with you wherever you go - even when writing reports or fighting alien armies." As she turned to leave, Ahsoka spoke with a smile. "Don't forget - take breaks, stretch, and trust in the work we've done today. I look forward to seeing you again Bubba." With that, she exited, leaving him in the quiet peace of the meditation room.

In the quiet solitude of the meditation room, he found a stylus and a datapad, the hum of the ship's engines a distant, soothing melody. He began to write, the words flowing from his mind to the screen with a clarity and focus born of his recent meditation. The report takes shape, a detailed account of the Enterprise, its crew, and the vast, unexplored cosmos it traverses.

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**Report: The Enterprise and the Star Trek Universe**
The Enterprise, a vessel of unparalleled design and capability natively, is a beacon of exploration and discovery in a universe teeming with the unknown….

Bubba lost track of time while he wrote, until Subaru found him, letting him know they’ve arrived at the fleet. As you finish a particularly vivid description of the Enterprise's bridge

"Hey, Bubba, or should I say Guardian?" he said, his voice tinged with trepidation, "We've arrived at the fleet. Everyone's gathering for a briefing, and they want you there."

Bubba nodded and saved his progress on the datapad, a sense of relief washing over him. The report was coming together nicely, and the clarity of mind from his meditation session had been invaluable. He stood up, stretching his limbs, and followed Subaru out of the room. As they walked alongside Subaru, the corridors of the Venator were a bustle of controlled chaos. Crew members moved with purpose, their faces etched with determination. The air was thick with anticipation, the tension palpable as the fleet prepared for the impending confrontation with the Banished. He could feel the weight of the new role, the responsibility of being the Guardian, but the meditation had left him with a sense of calm and focus.

Subaru glances at him, his eyes reflecting a mix of excitement and concern. "You ready for this, Bubba?" he asked, his voice steady but serious. "We're walking into the lion's den, and the Banished aren't going to make it easy for us."

Bubba beamed, "I've never been more ready, friend. Let's find our ride to the Infinity"

Subaru led him through the winding corridors of the Venator, the hum of the ship's systems a constant, reassuring presence. As they approached the hangar bay, the sound of thrusters and the clamor of activity grew louder. The space was a flurry of motion, with dropships being prepped for deployment, their hulls gleaming under the bright lights.

In the midst of this organized chaos, he spotted Commander Cody, his armor polished and his expression stern. He turned as they approached, his gaze sharp and assessing. "Bubba, Subaru," he greets them, his voice carrying over the noise of the hangar, "We need to move out."

Bubba nods, "Ready freddy, Sub you got your people?"

Subaru gave him a crisp nod, his jaw set in firm lines. "The team's all here, waiting in the ship. Ahsoka, Erwin, Levi, the monitor and Rem are ready to deploy." He paused, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the hangar.

Commander Cody nodded, satisfied with the readiness of the team. "Good," he says, his voice gruff but reassuring. "We've got a Pelican standing by, it's your ride to the Infinity. The Banished have been quiet, but that doesn't mean they won't be waiting for us. Stay sharp."

Bubba followed Commander Cody and Subaru towards the designated Pelican, its engines whirring to life as they approached. The ramp lowered with a hiss, revealing the interior of the transport ship. Inside, the team was already seated, their expressions a mix of determination and anticipation. Ahsoka, her lightsaber secured at her side, looked up as he entered, offering a small nod of acknowledgment.

Bubba- "Howdy gang, i got my first hero montage out of the way haha!"

A chorus of chuckles and grins broke out among the team at his self-deprecating humor, the tension easing slightly.

"First of many, I’m sure," Rem remarks with a wry smile.

Ahsoka leaned forward, her face set in a serious expression. "Don't sell yourself short, Bubba. That stunt you pulled with the Wraith - that took guts and quick thinking. Exactly the kind of leadership we need right now."

As the Pelican lifted off, Levi shifted in his seat. He ran a finger along the wall and found dust, "It isn't pretty, and needs a good cleaning." Levi's voice a low rumble, his eyes scanning the group with a critical gaze. He turned to the Monitor, who had been quietly observing the interactions. "Any updates on the Banished movements?"

The Monitor's mechanical eyes flickered as it processed the request. "The Banished have been unusually quiet, which is concerning. Their silence could mean they are regrouping or planning a significant strike. We must remain vigilant."

Ratchet came out of the cockpit, his tool belt clanking as he chimed in, "I've been working on some modifications to our gear. Especially for our new Guardian," he added with a wink in his direction. "Nothing too flashy, but it might give you an edge if things get rough." Clank, who had been standing near his partner, nodded enthusiastically, chuckling.

The Pelican continued its journey to the Infinity, the steady thrum of its engines a backdrop to the team's discussion. Through the window, Bubba could see the massive carrier ship growing larger, its size and power a comforting sight against the vastness of space.

Bubba couldn't help but grin big, "Ratchet thanks a ton! What do y’all have for me?"

Ratchet grinned back, clearly pleased by his interest. "I've enhanced your ODST armor's durability and integrated a few surprises," he explained, pulling out a small device from his tool belt. "This baby here is a mini-shield generator. Should give you some protection in tight spots." He handed him a sleek, lightweight piece of technology. "And for emergencies, I've modified your plasma pistol to fire stun charges. Non-lethal, but it'll drop anyone in their tracks."

Ahsoka leaned forward, her curiosity piqued. "That could be useful for hostage situations or when we need to capture Banished soldiers for intel." She tapped her chin thoughtfully.

Bubba installed the device onto his borrowed armor, "Thanks, if i could fly or cut through walls i think i would be all set heheh"

Erwin smirked, his keen eyes appraising the newly modified gear. "With that technology, you'll be giving Levi a run for his money," he remarks with a wry chuckle.

The veteran looked over, his brow furrowing slightly, "It is good to have more tools," Levi acknowledged, his deep voice carrying a note of approval.

Breaching through the bay barrier, the Pelican docked smoothly with the Infinity. As the ramp lowered, they were greeted by the massive carrier's bustling activity. UNSC personnel scurried about, their movements precise and purposeful. The team stared in awe at the sheer scale of the hangar bay. Even Bubba seemed to suddenly feel small as the imposing commander Palmer waited for them. They disembarked, led by Commander Cody.

“Everyone, welcome to the Infinity. Bubba, Monitor, Ahsoka, you’re wanted in a conference room with the admirals. Isabel will lead you there. Everyone else, get ready for a tour.” Palmer’s voice was steady and professional.

“Alright! I’m stoked to check out the ship.”, Ratchet said as Clank chuckled.

“Commander-” Erwin began.

“Commander Erwin, the admirals will see you next. Promise, Lasky’s a total bleeding heart.” Palmer interrupted.

“Commander, could I bring Subaru along? He’s my emotional support character!” Bubba said without any shame.

“Oi! Don’t just go assigning me stuff like that! Uh… thanks though?” Subaru’s face flushed and contorted.

Palmer rose an eyebrow, “I don’t think one extra would hurt. Keep it locked down, understand?”

“Yes ma’am!” Subaru saluted the commander in a way he thought looked serious, “Rem, tell Emilia I’ll be back by her side soon when you find her in this behemoth.”

“Mm, good luck Subaru-kun.” Rem smiled softly.

Bubba, Ahsoka, and Subaru walked down the metal walls and deck plates which seemed to stretch endlessly. The monitor floated beside them, holographic arrows on the floor made by Isabel guiding them.

“Support character huh?” asked Subaru with a devious grin.

“Hey now, let's not get me nervous before the meeting heh.”, Bubba laughed.

Ahsoka grinned playfully, “Oh I don’t know. I think it’s kinda cute.”

They reached a briefing room, the doors slid open to reveal a holographic display which showed Yularen and Captain Cutter. Lasky, and the Master Chief were present in the room, the Admiral focused on a data pad with Isabel. He looked up and gave a small smile before he offered Bubba a firm handshake, which he took. “Admiral,” he nodded.

Bubba didn't want to waste time, "Chief, I've got something for you"

The Master Chief turned to face him, his helmeted head tilting slightly in curiosity. His silent frame took a step forward.

Bubba handed him the phone out of his pocket, "This has Cortana. She jumped into my phone during our first spire visit. She's still broken, but I think Halsey or Eren could try to help her."

The Master Chief paused and took the phone, his gloved fingers handling it with a surprising gentleness. He examined the device, his helmeted gaze imperceptible, "I'll make sure it gets to the right people," he said, his voice a promise. He turned to the holographic display, where Admiral Yularen and Captain Cutter awaited. "We've got a lot to discuss."

Yularen's hologram nods, his stern expression softening slightly as he addresses the group. "Bubba, your report on this other universe would help us start off."

“Right, here goes nothing.” Bubba breathed.

Chapter Text

Bubba took a breath as he delivered his report on the Enterprise D to the Admirals in hopes of summoning them to assist.

Bubba cleared his throat, "Thanks, here's the report. USS Enterprise-D: Weapons Overview While the USS Enterprise-D is primarily a scientific exploration vessel, it is equipped with formidable defensive and offensive capabilities to protect itself and the Federation. The ship is armed with: Phaser Arrays: The Enterprise-D is equipped with advanced phaser arrays capable of disrupting shields, disabling enemy ships, and providing precision strikes on planetary surfaces. These phasers are capable of sustained fire, with varying power levels adjustable for non-lethal force or full offensive strikes. Photon Torpedoes: The starship carries a large complement of photon torpedoes, which are long-range, high-explosive weapons used for heavy offense. These torpedoes can be launched from the forward or aft torpedo bays and have an impressive rate of fire, especially when under battle conditions.

Deflector Shields: The Enterprise-D's shields are capable of withstanding intense energy and physical damage. The ship has been shown to hold against sustained fire from advanced Romulan disruptors and Borg energy weapons, though at times, the shields can be temporarily breached by concentrated fire or direct hits to key systems.

Drones and Shuttlecraft: The ship also deploys shuttlecraft and specialized drone vessels for reconnaissance, tactical missions, and boarding actions, though these are typically used in non-combat situations unless necessary.

Tractor Beams: The Enterprise-D is equipped with multiple tractor beam systems, capable of capturing or towing ships, debris, or objects of interest. The United Federation of Planets (UFP) The Federation is a multi-species alliance formed to ensure peace, exploration, and mutual protection among numerous worlds, united under the principles of cooperation, justice, and scientific advancement. Established in 2161, the Federation includes planets like Earth, Vulcan, Andoria, and Tellar, as well as hundreds of others across the Alpha and Beta Quadrants.

Core Values: The Federation stands as the largest peaceful interstellar collective, promoting democratic governance, scientific progress, and the preservation of sentient rights. The Federation's laws prohibit practices like slavery, oppression, and exploitation of sentient beings, striving to maintain universal freedom, equality, and unity among its citizens.

Starfleet: The Federation's primary defense and exploration arm, Starfleet oversees both military and civilian operations, focusing on diplomacy, planetary exploration, and protecting Federation ideals. It operates vessels like the USS Enterprise-D and performs missions that range from peaceful exploration to conflict resolution and defense against hostile forces. The Federation maintains an open door policy for other civilizations, and its members are unified by a desire for peaceful coexistence and the advancement of knowledge. part one"

Admiral Yularen studied the report with a furrowed brow, his holographic visage flickering slightly. "The capabilities of this starship are indeed impressive," he remarks, his voice a low rumble. "But how can we use them to our advantage against the Banished?"

Captain Cutter leaned forward, his eyes narrowed in thought. "The key seems to be their phaser technology and photon torpedoes," he says, his tone contemplative. "If we can somehow incorporate that into our arsenal, we may have a chance against the Banished brute force."

Bubba took a breath, “Right, right…Here's part 2, being thorough heh.” Summary: The USS Enterprise-D (NCC-1701-D), a Galaxy-class starship, remains one of the Federation's most prestigious vessels. Under the command of Captain Jean-Luc Picard, the Enterprise-D continues to carry out missions of exploration, diplomacy, and defense throughout the Alpha Quadrant.

Ship Overview: Length: 642 meters Crew Complement: 1,014 personnel, including both Starfleet officers and civilians Mission Focus: Deep space exploration, conflict resolution, and high-level diplomacy Notable Crew Members: Captain Jean-Luc Picard: Renowned for his strategic brilliance, diplomatic acumen, and unwavering commitment to Federation values. Commander William T. Riker: The ship's first officer, a skilled tactician and negotiator with strong leadership capabilities. Lt. Commander Data: An advanced Soong-type android serving as chief operations officer. Despite being non-human, Data's exceptional performance is considered a critical asset to the crew. Lt. Commander Geordi La Forge: Chief engineer with unparalleled technical knowledge, responsible for maintaining the ship's advanced systems. Counselor Deanna Troi: A half-Betazoid empath, specializing in crew welfare and diplomatic mediation. Dr. Beverly Crusher: Serving as chief medical officer, Dr. Crusher is renowned for her expertise in both medical research and emergency care.

Federation Standing: The USS Enterprise-D operates at the forefront of Federation diplomacy, regularly engaging with Klingon, Romulan, and Bajoran entities, among others. The ship has reaffirmed Federation dominance in several conflicts while continuing its peaceful exploration mission. Its crew's loyalty to Federation ideals remains unquestioned.

Admiral Yularen nodded, his expression thoughtful as he absorbed the details of the Enterprise-D's capabilities. "Indeed, the Enterprise's technology and crew are formidable assets," he said, his voice echoing slightly in the briefing room. "But we must consider how to integrate their strengths with our own. The Banished forces are unlike anything we've faced before; their tactics are unpredictable, and their technology is often alien to our understanding."

Captain Cutter leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving the holographic display. "Still, the Enterprise's phasers and photon torpedoes could be a game-changer," he muses.

Bubba nodded, "And don't forget the teleporters or replicators. With larger replicators we could make weapons out of anything, or food, engines, etcetera!”
Admiral Yularen's face lit up with interest as he considered the possibilities. "The teleportation and replication technology of the Enterprise is indeed impressive," he said, his fingers drumming thoughtfully on the table. "But we must be cautious. The Banished have shown a disturbing aptitude for countering our technology. We cannot assume that their forces would be equally vulnerable to our new capabilities."

Admiral Lasky spoke, "So your plan is to attune with these people and bring them here? Would that be against their will?"

Bubba shook his head, "I'll send them a message about our predicament if possible, but the multiverse is at stake."

Admiral Lasky's expression turned grave at your words, the weight of the multiverse's fate sinking in. He leaned forward, his elbows on the table, fingers steepled. "I understand your position, Guardian. The greater good must be weighed against individual choice. But... we cannot act without considering the ethical ramifications. Those people have a right to make decisions for themselves."

Admiral Yularen interjected, "Perhaps a middle ground could be reached. We could send a delegation through the portal - a small team, and carefully screen for their willingness to assist in this endeavor. They would go with full knowledge of the stakes and the dangers involved."

Bubba grins, "They are explorers. However, I guess we could have a meeting with them. I could get you guys to hologram into the room when I attune and we could speak to them before the door is opened. Or if impossible I could speak with them."

Captain Cutter nodded approvingly, a glint of hope in his eyes. "A wise course of action. We must respect their autonomy, as Admiral Lasky pointed out, but their willingness to aid in this fight could be the decisive factor. If they are explorers by nature, as you say, they may see this as a unique opportunity and a chance to make a true difference."

Admiral Yularen leaned in, his face grave. "Yes. But we must be cautious not to paint them with too broad a brush. The Banished, as we have seen, prey on the desperation and greed of those in the multiverse. We should be prepared to deal with that possibility."

Bubba- "Well we could always ask the republic to send more ships, but the Jedi haven't dealt with Palps yet and that could be a problem."

Admiral Yularen's brow furrowed at the mention of Palpatine, a flicker of unease passed over his features. "Indeed, the chancellor, or Sith Lord's presence complicates matters significantly," he said, his voice low and measured. "The Jedi, while formidable, have yet to face the full might of the Dark Side. Palpatine's cunning and power are not to be underestimated."

Captain Cutter grimaced, "And the Banished, with their alien technology and ruthless tactics, could prove a deadly combination with the Sith at their back. We must be prepared for the worst-case scenario."
Admiral Lasky nods grimly, his fingers drumming on the table.

Bubba leaned against the table in thought, "I could try to summon more neutral characters, Thrawn comes to mind, that would bring Ezra back to the ghost crew, who have helped us here. Your UNSC isn't too different from what I think Thrawn values. Of course I'd have to make a report as none of you know him. Let me say right off the bat the ghost crew would have mixed feelings and i think yall should hear their opinion on him. Wait! Yularen and Anakin might know Thrawn from the republic era actually!”

Admiral Yularen's eyes widened at the mention of Thrawn, a flicker of recognition passing over his face. "Thrawn... I am indeed familiar with him from my time in the Republic." He paused, his expression turning thoughtful. "He was a formidable ally, known for his strategic brilliance and his ability to understand and exploit the cultures of the species he fought against. His knowledge of tactics and psychology was unparalleled."

Admiral Lasky nodded, his expression grave. "And the Ghost crew, I've read their initial report on their time... they have a history with the Empire, and with Thrawn in particular. We cannot assume that their alliance with us would automatically extend to him, even if he could be a valuable asset against the Banished."

Bubba raised a pointer finger into the air, "Well let's ask them, I don't know of any other space armies that are good aligned, but if I remember one you guys will be the first to know."

Admiral Lasky nodded, his expression pensive. "Very well, Guardian. We will await your report on Thrawn and the Ghost crew. In the meantime, we must continue to prepare for the worst. The Banished silence is troubling, and we cannot afford to let our guard down."

Captain Cutter nodded in agreement, his eyes narrowing. "I concur. We should bolster our defenses and ready our forces for whatever may come. The Enterprise ship is a powerful asset, but we must be prepared to use it judiciously."

Admiral Yularen, ever the diplomat, interjected. "And we must not forget the importance of diplomacy and alliances."

Bubba wasted no time, "Okay, i'll speak with the ghost crew, give you my report, and then i guess it's attunement time?"

The gathering shared glances of understanding, their expressions grim. Admiral Yularen cleared his throat. "Indeed, Guardian. We appreciate your efforts to reach out to the Ghost crew, and we await your report. As for attunement, we can defend the meditation chamber at the temple when you're ready. We'll need to ensure it's secure and free from distractions. The Banished could attempt to interfere with the attunement process, so we must be vigilant."

Captain Cutter stood, his expression determined. "I'll coordinate with the security teams and ensure they're on high alert. We can't afford any slip-ups, not with so much riding on this attunement."

Ahsoka rose to her feet, her hand resting on the hilt of her lightsaber. "I'll coordinate with the security detail," she said, her voice low and steady. "My Jedi senses may prove useful in detecting any potential threats."

Bubba gathered a confident smile, "Well, I'm off then. Thanks Ahsoka, see you later? Sub, you wanna walk with me to the Ghost?"

Subaru nodded, standing up from the table. "Of course, Bubba. I'll accompany you to the Ghost crew. I got your back!."

Together, Bubba and Subaru made their way out of the briefing room and through the corridors of the Infinity. The ship hummed with activity, UNSC personnel rushing to and fro, their expressions focused and determined. It was clear that the impending threat of the Banished and the nature of the Nexus had everyone on edge.

As they approached the hangar bay where the Ghost was docked, they could see the crew gathered near the ship's ramp engaged in a heated discussion. Hera, the Ghost's captain, noticed your approach and turned to face you, her expression guarded. Sabine, standing nearby, looks up from her datapad, a mixture of curiosity and apprehension in her eyes. Zeb grinned at them.

Hera stepped forward, her voice friendly. "Guardian, Subaru. What brings you to the Ghost today? I hope this isn't about another dangerous mission."

Subaru cleared his throat, "Actually, we were hoping to get your perspective on someone. Thrawn, to be precise. I know he was a...complicated figure in your past, and we need to weigh all the options."

Sabine's eyes widen, a flicker of surprise crossing her features. "Thrawn? The Grand Admiral who nearly took us out more times than I can count?" She shook her head, "What about him?"

Zeb, arms crossed over his broad chest, stepped forward, his expression stern. "Aye, I've no love for Thrawn or the Empire."

Bubba continued, "Well the problem is we need an army, and I can summon them. I won't lie, there aren't a lot of good options. Thrawn could be convinced to leave to a universe that better suits him after the battle here. I know your history, and his crimes. I also know that he will be stranded for many years with Ezra without my intervention. What do y’all think?"

The Ghost crew exchanged glances, their expressions shifting from surprise to contemplation.

“Ezra… you can really summon him?” asked Sabine.

“I’d like to say no way, but Ezra…” Zeb rubbed his head.

Hera's face tightened with concern. "Guardian, I understand your position, but Thrawn isn't someone to be trifled with. His mind games and strategic thinking are... legendary. Even for the Empire, he was dangerous."

Sabine nodded in agreement, her face grim. "And he's not just any Imperial. He's Thrawn, you say you’ve seen him too. Convincing him to join us could be... challenging, to say the least. His mind is... different from ours. It's like a computer, always calculating, always one step ahead."

Bubba rubbed his chin, "Well, we have Isabel and the Monitor. Perhaps even Roland, though I imagine he’s very busy since I didn’t see him with the admirals. What's Thrawn gunna do if I open up a portal and just send him away haha? I think I can make him an offer. Unbeknownst to you guys, Thrawn is actually obsessed with the survival of his people, the Chiss, that's why he wants to militarize the galaxy. They have been fighting a grave threat in the unknown regions."

Hera's eyes widened with surprise at your revelation about Thrawn's motivations. She leaned back, crossing her arms over her chest as she pondered the implications. "The survival of his people, you say? That... that does change things." She glanced at Sabine and Zeb, who both appeared equally stunned by this new information.

Sabine stepped forward, her brow furrowed, "If that's truly the case, it could explain his relentless expansion and militarization. But how do we know for certain? And even if we do, convincing him to abandon that goal and join us... it's a tall order."

Bubba’s hands moved as he spoke, “I’ll convince him to help us because we can save the Chiss. Thrawn can gather an army from different empires across the multiverse and crush the far outsiders. Or something like that? What do you think Isabel?"

Isabel, who had been quietly observing the conversation, spoke over their coms, "Guardian, your plan has merit, but it's fraught with risks. If we can present him with a viable solution to save his people, he might consider it."

Hera nodded slowly, her eyes reflecting the weight of the decision. "If anyone can convince him, it's you, Guardian. But we need to be prepared for any outcome. Thrawn is not one to be underestimated."

Bubba continued, "We'll be able to see his ships in the Nexus, and I'll work on my portal opening abilities so I can send him packing if need be. I was asked to deliver y’alls stance to the higher ups"

Sabine nodded slowly, her expression pensive. "It's a risk, to be sure. You’re sure there aren't any other options?"

Bubba frowned "Not many good space armies in fiction that can withstand the banishment that I know of, at least none I can recall at this moment.”

The Ghost crew took a beat, staring at the metal floor. “Karabast…” Zeb mumbled.

"It’s... It's a dangerous play, Guardian." Her words were measured, heavy with emotion. "Ezra is one of us, and his safe return is our priority. But asking Thrawn to release him..." She trailed off, her brow furrowed in thought.

Sabine spoke up, her tone urgent. "We need to tread carefully here. If Thrawn sees this as manipulation or a trick, it could destroy any chance of alliance before it even begins."

Bubba smirked, "Well, I'm an honest guy. I truly want to save the Chiss. I'm sure he can see that easily. I’ll try to convince him the empire is doomed to fail with my meta knowledge, but if I can't… I can always send him to a universe where say, a single atom is a millimeter to the left? Wouldn't want you guys to deal with that again after all."

Hera's face softened slightly at your words, but her posture remained tense. "Your honesty is admirable, Guardian. But Thrawn isn't a man who deals in simple truths. He sees layers upon layers of potential deception and advantage in every interaction."

Sabine nods in agreement, her hand unconsciously moved to rest on her blaster. "He's not just looking for sincerity. He's looking for value, for an advantage that aligns with his own goals. We need to be prepared to offer something truly significant in exchange for Ezra's freedom - and even then, there's no guarantee he'll agree."

Zeb grunted, his massive frame tensing.

Bubba breathed deeply, "I'm offering him escape from exile, an army for his people, and new technology from the alliance. Surely that would work? He isn't crazy for crazy sake. If y’all are set on a no, I will take that to the admirals, but I think I can do this"

The room fell silent as his words hung in the air. Hera's face flickered with surprise, then slowly transformed into a look of grudging respect. "You've thought this through, haven't you? Those are indeed compelling offers."

Sabine nodded, her face lighting up with understanding. "If he's always been driven by the need to protect his people. Offering him a way to do that, with an army and new technology at his disposal..." She trailed off, a small smile forming on her face. "But remember, Guardian, Thrawn is no ordinary strategist. He'll see through any deception, no matter how well-intentioned."

Bubba grinned, "That's the best part! I'm not deceiving at all, and, if he have a falling out, I can still send him to a universe of his choosing."

Hera's eyes widened at your revelation, a mix of shock and admiration playing across her features. "A universe of his choosing? Guardian, you truly are a man of vision." She took a deep breath, her gaze drifting across the hangar, "If you can indeed offer Thrawn that level of freedom and power... it could change everything."

Sabine leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with newfound hope. "And if he has Ezra... we could finally have our… friend back. It's a risk, but one that might just be worth taking." She glanced at Hera, who gave a nod.

"Very well, Guardian. We'll back your play with Thrawn. But we'll be watching closely, and if anything goes wrong..." She let the threat hang in the air, her eyes flashing with a mix of determination and warning.

Bubba- "Perfect! Then I'll head back to the admirals. May the force be with you."

Bubba turned to leave, but Hera's voice stopped him. "Guardian, wait." She stepped closer, her expression serious, “If you truly believe this is the right path, then we'll stand by you."

Sabine nodded in agreement, her hand coming resting on his shoulder. "We're in this together, Guardian. Whatever happens, we'll face it as a team."

Zeb grunted, his massive frame shifting as he gave him a firm nod. "Just get Ezra back, and we'll deal with the rest. You've got our support."

Bubba smiled softly, "Thanks guys, but I'm gonna have to ask for everyone to call me Bubba again, Guardian… I don’t know if I really deserve that title yet."

Hera's lips curved into a small, genuine smile - the first real one he’d seen from her for a while. "Bubba, then. I think we can all manage that." She glanced at the others, who nodded in agreement. "Just don't let it go to your head, okay?"

Sabine chuckled, her usual mischievous grin returning. "And don't think this means we're going soft on you, Bubba. We'll still keep you honest and on your toes." She winked playfully, the camaraderie between you all growing stronger.

Zeb's deep laugh filled the room, his usual gruffness replaced by genuine amusement. "Bubba."

Bubba chuckled, "Sub I'm good if you need to leave. Thanks for standing by me, it helped a lot."

Subaru looked at him, his eyes softening with understanding. "You don't have to thank me, Bubba. We're a team, and I'll always have your back. But you're right, I should get going. Emilia is waiting!" He glanced at him, a flicker of concern passing over his face. "Keep an eye out for me, alright? I'll be back before you know it." With a final nod, Subaru turned and exited the hangar, his footsteps fading down the corridor.

The others remained, their faces a mix of determination and lingering apprehension as Bubba took the long walk back to the conference room. His body was slowing down, his breath heavy, his muscles aching. The day was taking its toll on him.

As he re-entered the briefing room, the hum of anticipation filled the air. Admiral Yularen, Admiral Lasky, and Captain Cutter stood in a huddle, their voices low and urgent. The monitor flickered with data streams and tactical maps, casting an eerie glow on the faces of the assembled officers. The atmosphere was tense, but there was a spark of hope, a sense that a pivotal moment was at hand.

Admiral Yularen looked up as he entered, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in your determined expression. "Guardian, we're ready for your report."

Bubba nodded weakly, “Thanks sirs. Here's the report. The ghost crew is on board, with caution. I plan to offer Thrawn help with saving his people, freedom from exile, and whatever tech yall and the enterprise want to give him. In exchange, you get three ships, an army, and Ezra, a Jedi, along with Thrawn's tactical genius.

Admiral Yularen nodded solemnly, his expression pensive as he absorbed your report. Admiral Lasky leans forward, his brow furrowed in concentration. Captain Cutter's eyes widened slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing his features before it was replaced by a look of grim determination.

Admiral Lasky stroked his chin thoughtfully, his gaze drifting to the monitor as if seeking confirmation. "The question is, can we trust him?"

Bubba- “The offer is a dream, I can send him anywhere after I train in my guardian duties. And if he's a threat, poof, I send him on his way, doesn't even have to be somewhere bad.

Admiral Yularen's eyes widened slightly at your bold proclamation, a glimmer of understanding dawning in their depths. "I see," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're suggesting we leverage your unique abilities as the Guardian to control Thrawn's movements, to keep him in check should he prove untrustworthy."

Captain Cutter leaned forward, his expression intense. "But that's a dangerous game, Bubba. If Thrawn gets even a hint of your true power..."

"Then he'd be a fool to double-cross us," Bubba retorted, his voice unwavering. "The threat, and potential is implied."

Admiral Lasky's face relaxed, and he nodded slowly. "It's a risk, but it might be our best shot. Thrawn's tactical mind would be invaluable, and his military might could tip the balance in our favor." He turned to him, his eyes searching. "Are you certain you can handle this, Guardian? Thrawn isn't just a formidable adversary - from Herra’s limited reports given to Captain Cutter, he's a master strategist who can read people like no one else."

Bubba looked away in genuine contemplation then met his gaze steadily, his resolve firm. "I've dealt with worse. I can handle Thrawn. And if it comes to it, I'll send him somewhere he won't be able to cause trouble. I'm Thrawn's opposite in some ways. I'm an open and honest book and I want to help everyone sincerely. He will either accept my help, or try something foolish. Monitor, please... monitor him for lack of a better word. Isabel i'm not your boss but he will need to be studied by you with your cameras.”

Isabel’s hologram nodded, "You're right, Bubba. Thrawn is a cunning adversary, and we need to be prepared for every contingency. I'll set up a constant monitoring system, both audio and visual. If he even looks at you the wrong way, I'll be on it like a bantha on a bramble bush."

Admiral Lasky cleared his throat, drawing the group's attention back to the matter at hand. "Alright then. If we're all in agreement, let's move forward with this plan. Bubba, you'll serve as our emissary to Thrawn."

Bubba beamed, "Thanks gang, I'm ready to go to the meditation temple or whatever on the surface. If we get attacked by the banished, our new allies might be able to rush in and help

Admiral Lasky and Admiral Yularen exchanged worried glances at his mention of the meditation temple. "The Banished are already aware of the temple's significance, Bubba," Admiral Yularen warned, his face grave. "They've been scouting the area intensively. We can't risk you being exposed there, not with so much at stake."

Captain Cutter nodded in agreement, "You'll need a full security detail, at the very least. The Banished won't hesitate to strike if they sense any weakness in our defenses."

Bubba- "We've got the best ground forces in the multiverse, the survey corps, the titans, the spartans, Ratchet and Clank, Emilia camps mages and swordsmen, ODST, Jedi. We just need a bit of everyone there and I think we can do this."

Admiral Lasky's eyes gleamed with a mix of pride and concern as he listened to his confident assessment. "You're right, Bubba. We have an impressive array of allies and forces at our disposal. But remember, the Banished are not to be underestimated. Their technology and tactics are as unpredictable as they are deadly."

Bubba- "I'll try to continue meditating and wait for you guys to set the time and parameters"

Admiral Lasky nodded approvingly, a subtle smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "That's good, Bubba. Meditation is key to mastering your abilities as the Guardian. We'll set up a schedule that works with our mission parameters and security concerns." He glanced at Admiral Yularen, who was already giving orders to clones.

“Alright, I’m off. Stay safe everyone.”

Bubba made his way to the meditation chambers, the soft murmur of voices fading behind him as the heavy doors hissed shut. The room was a sanctuary of sorts, a haven of tranquility amidst the churning sea of strategy and logistics. He sunk into a plush, overstuffed armchair, closing his eyes as he let his mind drift free.

The quiet was broken only by the occasional hum of distant machinery and the soft, steady rhythm of his own breathing. He focused his thoughts inward, feeling the now-familiar tingling sensation of his connection to the multiverse. It pulsed and danced beneath his skin, a living map of infinite possibilities. As he delved deeper into his meditation, the room around him began to shift and change. The walls seemed to dissolve, replaced by a vast, swirling expanse of stars and galaxies. He was no longer confined to the physical space of the meditation chamber; he was adrift in the cosmos, connected to the very fabric of existence.

In this state, he sensed the presence of other beings, their consciousnesses flickering like distant stars. He reached out, gently probing the edges of their minds, feeling their emotions and intentions. It was a delicate dance, a balancing act between intrusion and connection. He was careful not to disturb their thoughts, but rather to observe and understand. As he continued his meditation, the cosmic expanse before him began to coalesce into a more concrete form. The swirling nebulas and galaxies condense into a single, familiar vista: the surface of the Liminal Nexus, the place where his journey as the Guardian first began.

He found himself standing at the edge of a vast, grassy plain, the horizon stretching out before him in every direction. The air was crisp and clean, carrying with it the faint scent of wildflowers and distant rain. It was a scene of tranquility, a stark contrast to the chaos and conflict that had become his constant companion. As he took a deep breath, the sensation of the cool grass beneath his feet grounded him, anchoring him to this familiar yet distant memory. The wind rustled the tall blades, whispering secrets of the past and the future. He began to walk, each step echoing with the weight of his responsibilities.

The landscape shifted subtly as he moved, revealing glimpses of the battles he’d fought and the allies he’d gained. After several hours of meditation and exploration, he finally fell asleep after the long third day on the Liminal Nexus. As he drifted into sleep, the vivid dreamscape of the Liminal Nexus began to fade, replaced by the gentle hum of the Venator's engines and the soft beeps of medical equipment.

Time faded away until he stirred, his eyes fluttering open to the dimly lit medical bay. The air was sterile, filled with the faint scent of antiseptic and the hum of advanced medical technology. A familiar face hovered over him, concern etched into every line of her face.

"Ahsoka," he murmured, his voice hoarse from disuse. "What happened? Why am I in medbay?"

She offered a reassuring smile, her eyes reflecting a mix of relief and worry. "You've been out for nearly a day, Bubba. Isabel and the doctors said you would be fine."

Bubba’s eyes flew open in shock, "A Day?! What about the summoning…I hope no one was waiting for me, does Subaru know? Well gee, I guess I'd like it if you were waiting, Ahsoka.”

Ahsoka's smile softened, her eye contact intense. "I was here, Bubba. I couldn't leave you alone, not after everything we've been through together." She reached out, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "You've been through so much, and I... I wanted to make sure you were alright."

He felt a warmth spreading through his chest, a sensation that has nothing to do with the medical equipment surrounding them. Ahsoka's presence was a comfort, a reminder of the bonds they’d forged in the face of unimaginable adversity. "Thank you, Ahsoka. For being here, for everything."

7.2

Bubba blushed, "Ahsoka... I like it but physical touch is different for me. Be careful... I might get the wrong impression, okay?"

Ahsoka nodded understandingly, her hand pausing in its gentle caress. "I'm sorry, Bubba. I didn't mean to overstep. It's just... I care about you deeply. You've quickly become more than a teammate; you're a friend, and I... I want you to know that you’ve made a serious impression on me. The force around you… It’s almost like it’s been reaching out to me, even in your sleep."

She pulled her hand back, but her eyes remained locked with his, conveying a depth of emotion that transcends words. "I understand your caution. Physical touch is a sensitive issue, and I respect that. I never want to make you uncomfortable or send the wrong message."
Ahsoka's gaze softened, a tender smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

Bubba bit his lip, " I see, my force… Sorry, I don’t know if that was intentional. That being said, your welcome to send the right message anytime, i meant that i like you heheh"

Ahsoka's eyes widened slightly at his words, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. She leaned in closer, her voice lowering to a soft murmur. "Bubba, I... I like you too. More than I probably should, given the circumstances. But I can't deny the connection we've forged, the bond that's grown between us. When you’re around, I feel like the whole galaxy fades away."

She reached out once more, her hand coming to rest gently on his arm. "I know we have a mission to complete, a multiverse to save. And I know that complicates things. But I also know that life is precious, and moments of genuine connection are rare. This whole ordeal has really changed my perspective. I don't want to miss out on this, on us, because of the battles we face."

Bubba gave a weary smile, "Well you're not a Jedi anymore. Connection is a good thing Ahsoka. I won't push you too far, unless you want me to.” he winked.

Ahsoka's face lit up with a mix of amusement and something deeper, more primal as her eyes lowered. "You're right, I'm not a Jedi anymore. And I'm glad for it, in moments like this." She moved closer, her breath warm against his ear as she whispers.

"But don't think I've forgotten everything I learned, Bubba. I can still sense the energy around us, the connection between us." Her hand slid up his arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. "And I can feel the tension building, the desire that's been simmering between us. Maybe it's time we explored that, away from the prying eyes of the medical bay."

Bubba’s eyes widened in shock and glee, "Oh my, yes please!"

Ahsoka's eyes sparkled with mischief and desire as she leaned in even closer, her lips nearly brushing against his ear. "I know a place," she whispered huskily, "Where we can be alone, where no one will disturb us. Where we can finally explore this connection between us, without the weight of the galaxy on our shoulders."

Bubba’s heart races, "Take me away queen!"

Ahsoka's smile became more alluring, and after a short check in with Isabel and a long walk to personnel quarters Ahsoka stopped in front of a private door. She hesitated ever so slightly, then opened it with a hiss, revealing the soft glow of dim lights hitting the plush room as the gentle swaying of incense smoke filled the air, setting the atmosphere perfectly. Bubba looked around as he followed her in, realizing this was her room on the Infinity. Perhaps his other friends also got rooms while he was out, he had to know what happened, but Ahsoka’s intense gaze grounded him.

“Damn, did I miss the bedroom assignments?” Bubba chuckled.

"Looking to leave already Bubba?" she asked softly, stepping closer as she caressed his face with the back of her fingers, her gaze burning with need, desire and more. The words seemed to spark between you like static shock.

Bubba smirked, "Not a chance unless requested. Ahsoka I… I feel it too. The force or whatever is between us. I’ve been in a few kinds of love, but damn girl, this is pretty intense. I really need to kiss you okay? So either pucker up or tell me no."

Ahsoka's heart raced at his bold declaration. The air seemed to thicken with anticipation as she looked deep into his eyes, a war of desire and hesitation flickering across her face. Then, with a small, almost shy smile, she leaned in.

"Aren't you a silver-tongued devil?" she murmured softly, her gaze locked with his, "And here I thought I was supposed to be seducing you. Seems you beat me to it."
She leaned in closer still, her eyes fluttering closed as she angled her face upwards. "Very well then," she breathed, her lips hovering mere inches from his. "I choose option one. Pucker up, sailor."

Bubba wasted no time, he kissed her firmly, one hand feeling her Lekku, the other pulling her closer from her back. The kiss was intense, passionate, as if years of pent-up desire were being unleashed. Ahsoka melted into it, her body pressing closer as his hand cradled her head and pulled her flush against him. She made a soft, needy sound in the back of her throat, her hands coming up to grip his shoulders tightly.

"Bubba," she breathed against his lips, voice thick with need, "I've wanted this for so long." Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she deepened the kiss, her tongue seeking entrance. The air between them crackled with energy, a physical manifestation of the connection they shared. "Don't stop."

"Yes ma'am!” He continued to kiss her, his mouth moving to kiss her cheeks, then her ear, then her neck.

Ahsoka's breath hitched as his lips trailed a path of fire down her cheek, to her ear, and then to her neck. She shivered, her body responding to his touch with a mix of pleasure and anticipation. "Bubba," she whispered again, her voice barely audible, "You're driving me wild."

She tilted her head to the side, giving him better access to her neck as she continued to explore his body with her hands. She pulled him closer, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles, feeling the strength beneath his skin. "I want you," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "I want you to take me, to make me yours."

Bubba blinked and took a beat to stare into her low eyes. "Damn this is amazing. Ahsoka you haven't had something like this before, due to being a Jedi and I'm older than you by a fair bit. I don't want to abuse you during a trying time. Are you certain about your decision?"

Ahsoka pulled back slightly, her eyes searching his with a mix of amusement and tenderness. "Bubba," she said softly, her voice steady and sure, "I appreciate your concern, but I know what I want. I've lived through wars, seen the galaxy burn, and fought my way back from the brink. I'm not some fragile flower, and I'm certainly not a Jedi anymore."

She took his hand, placing it on her chest, over her heart where her skin burned with heat. "I can feel it, Bubba. Your presence in the force… the way it washes over me, taking my stress away. This connection between us, it's real, and it's strong. I want this, I want you. And I want you to know that I'm certain."

Bubba’s eyes widened, "Wow,...that's all I needed to hear, queen. I'm going to take you to a place you've never been, despite all the galaxy's and wars. And that place is complete ecstasy, it's a bit like meditating, but better."

Ahsoka's eyes widened slightly at his words, a mix of excitement and curiosity sparking within them. "Promises, promises," she teased, her voice low and sultry. "But I have no doubt you can deliver, Bubba."

"Show me, Bubba," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Show me this ecstasy you speak of."

Bubba smirked, "Damn girl… Listen, unlike you my queen, I've had practice. I hope you don't mind. That and I happen to be... well endowed. We’ll need to get you nice and relaxed."

Ahsoka's eyes widened at his confession, a mix of surprise and excitement flickering across her face. "Well, well, well," she purred, a wicked grin spreading across her lips. "It seems I've underestimated you, Bubba. And here I thought I was the one with the big... sword."

She stepped closer, her body nearly pressing against his as she reached out to trail a finger down his chest. "But I'm not intimidated," she murmured, "In fact, I'm rather intrigued..." Her hand slid lower, teasingly close to the waistband of his pants.

Bubba groaned, "You should know that I'm a very broken and greedy man Ahsoka. I don't like to lose things once I have them. Especially connections. That being said, I don't bite... hard."

Ahsoka's eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear. "Is that a promise or a threat?" she whispered, her voice a seductive purr. "Because I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy either way."

She nipped playfully at his earlobe, sending a shiver of pleasure down his spine. "I've never been one to shy away from a challenge, Bubba. And the idea of being... claimed by you, of being yours in every way..." She trailed off, her hand drifting lower, teasing at the waistband of his pants. “You have me intrigued, and more than a little excited."

Bubba’s face took a more aggressive posture, "Say less... He scooped her up kissed her with tongue and pressed her against the bed. His hands took hers and placed them above her head, exciting a small gasp from her. He kept them there firmly with one hand while he used his other hand to explore her toned body."

Ahsoka gasped softly as your tongue invaded her mouth, deepening the kiss with an intensity that left her breathless. Her back hit the bed with a soft thud, and she found her wrists captured firmly above her head in his strong grip. "Bubba," she breathed against his lips, her body arching involuntarily as his free hand began to explore her.

He took his time, tracing every curve, every dip, and every scar that marked her skin. His fingers ghosted over the white lines on her back, a map of battles long since fought. She shiverd, her skin breaking out in goosebumps under his touch. "Don't stop."

> You say "Mhm. I'm going to take things further now babe, so just sit back and enjoy the ride."

Ahsoka's eyes fluttered open, a hint of doubt across them. "Bubba, I..." She bit her lower lip, her voice trembling with a mix of nervousness and excitement. "I want this. I want you. But I'm not sure I'm ready for... for everything, just yet. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to chicken out. Can we take it slow?"

Bubba nodded, "hehe I don't mind dove. Like I said, this must be alot for you. It's ok to admit that. And me? I'll still be here.”

Ahsoka's eyes softened at his understanding, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth as her nervousness dissolved. "Thank you, Bubba," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "It's just... it's been a long time since I've let anyone in like this. I want to enjoy every moment, every sensation."

She took a deep breath, her body relaxing slightly beneath him. "Show me, Bubba. Show me what it means to be yours, even if it's just for a little while."

He leaned down slowly, capturing her lips in a gentle, reassuring kiss. His hand that was exploring her body moved to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing softly against her skin. "Let me take care of you, Ahsoka," you murmur against her lips, your words a low, husky promise. "We have all the time in the world, and I intend to savor every second of it."

His free hand trailed down her side, tracing the curve of her hip before coming to rest on her thigh. With gentle pressure, he guided her legs apart, settling between them. "Just relax and feel, my queen. Let me worship you like you deserve, no pressure."

Ahsoka's breath hitched as he murmured the words, her body responding to his touch and words. She let her legs fall open, allowing him to settle more comfortably between them. Her eyes never left his, a mix of trust and desire shining in their depths.

"You're incredible, Bubba," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I've never felt so... seen before."

“Your body feels loved. You've been so hard on it over the years. You deserve this queen.”

Ahsoka's eyes welled up with tears of joy and release, a soft laugh escaping her. "You're right, Bubba. I've been so focused on the mission, on surviving, that I forgot what it was like to truly feel. The Jedi forbid attachment." She nuzzled closer, her body fitting perfectly against his. "Thank you, for showing me this side of myself again. I don't think I'll ever forget this moment."

His hand stroked her Lekku gently, admiring the alien texture. "You don't have to, my queen. I'm not going anywhere." The words were soft but carried a weight of promise. "We have all the time in the world to explore this, to rediscover ourselves together. I'll always be able to help you once I can control the Guardian powers. And now, I have a serious reason! You are an absolute treasure, and I for one wont give up one doubloon.”

Ahsoka's breath caught, her fingers stilling on his chest as she processed his words. "You mean that, don't you?" she asked softly, her words thick with emotion. "You truly want to be with me, despite everything I've been through, everything I am?"

He cupped her face in his hands, tilting it up so he could meet her gaze. "Ahsoka, I've never been more certain of anything in my life. You are strong, brave, and beautiful inside and out. The fact that you've survived and thrived despite the pain you've endured only makes me admire you more." His thumb brushed gently across her lower lip.

Bubba paused, the force stirring between them swirled his thoughts. "I'm not good at living in the moment, I'm worried sick about our friends and my mission. Ahsoka, let me finish this fight so I can give you what you deserve, time and a connection that is unbreakable."

Ahsoka's eyes shined with a mix of understanding and tenderness as she listened to his words. She reached up, gently cupping his cheek in return, her thumb tracing the line of his jaw. "I know, Bubba. I know how much this fight means to you, to all of us. And I respect that more than I can say."

Her voice is soft, filled with an almost maternal warmth. "But you can't put your life on hold, your heart on pause, until this is over. You deserve to live, to love, even in the midst of battle." She leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead, her lips lingering for a moment.

Bubba shook his head, "Don’t get me wrong, I want this during the war if you do. I'll continue to make this connection till someone drags me out of here heheh."

A soft chuckle escaped Ahsoka, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest as she listened to his words. "I'd rather not drag you anywhere, Bubba. But I might have to keep you honest about living in the moment." Her face set in a playful grin, her nose wrinkling slightly. "Starting right now, how about we take a break from the battle for just one hour? No thinking about the mission, no worrying about tomorrow. Just you and me, right here in this moment. Oh…You must be starving."

She props herself up on an elbow, her other hand coming to rest on his chest. "Can you do that for me, Bubba?"

Bubba's stomach growls, "Yes ma'am, can we eat? And I’m super thirsty suddenly."

Ahsoka laughed, a genuine sound of joy that filled the room. "Of course, Bubba. Let's get you fed and hydrated." She swung her legs over the side of the bed, standing up gracefully. She walked over to a small console in the corner of the room, her movements fluid and confident. "What would you like? I can order from here and the Infinity has just about anything."

She turned to look at him, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "And don't worry, I won't tell anyone you're eating in bed. Our secret."

Bubba licked his lips, "Oh I won't lie, I want a Dr. Pepper, chicken strips and waffle fries with southern gravy as dip, and steaming hot."

Ahsoka's eyebrows raised in surprise, but she couldn’t hide the smile spreading across her face. "Well, well, Bubba. I had no idea you had such specific culinary preferences." She turned back to the data pad to order the food from the kitchens. "Let's see if we can make this happen for you. So, tell me about these Dr. Pepper chicken strips. Is that some kind of special Earth delicacy?"

Bubba chuckled, "Well it's definitely a favorite of autistic people like myself. Chicken is a small bird we domesticated eons ago, fries are from a plant root called potato, also domesticated. The potato is cut into square strips, then blanched, then fried in oil. Doing it with the chicken oil is the most tasty. Gravy is... well gravy, you'll see. Oh shit, is this your private room right now? What if a rumor spreads? I didn't even ask if you wanted to let people know about this, i'm so sorry"

Ahsoka laughed warmly at his question, turning to look at him with an affectionate expression. "You don't have to apologize, Bubba. I'm more than happy for people to know about this if you are. We're in a relationship, and there's nothing wrong or shameful about that." She paused, seeming to consider for a moment before continuing. "Though, I will say - this is more of a... private moment than a public announcement. I value the intimacy of what we're building together."

Bubba saluted, "You got it! We’re dating publicly, but no bedroom details to be divulged. My lips are sealed."

Ahsoka's face broke into a wide, genuine smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "That's perfect, Bubba. I appreciate your discretion." She leaned in, pressing a soft, chaste kiss to his lips. "Now, let's focus on enjoying this moment. The food should be here soon, and I want to hear more about these chicken strips and waffle fries. It sounds like quite the cultural experience."

She settled back onto the bed beside him, her hand finding his and giving it a gentle squeeze. "Tell me more about Earth cuisine. What other delicacies do you miss from home?"

Bubba looked to the ceiling to think, "Cake, ice-cream, chocolate, banana pudding, pie, milk shakes, donuts, i'm going to have to help you try all the good stuff while were on the Infinity!"

Ahsoka's face animated at the list, her eyes lighting up with curiosity and excitement. "Oh, Bubba, I can't wait to try all of that! It sounds absolutely delicious." She squeezed his hand gently, her thumb tracing small circles on his skin.

"Though, I should probably warn you - I have quite a sweet tooth. I might be asking you to help me try everything on that list multiple times." She let out a soft, melodious laugh, her head tilting to the side slightly. "You know, I never thought I'd have the chance to experience another universe's cuisine. It's one of the many reasons I'm glad we met, Bubba."

The door chimed and Ahsoka got their plates from a kitchen worker who she thanked. She sat in bed and shared the steaming plates. Bubba eyed the food hungrily, wasting no time in chowing down.

"So what do you think? It's better in gravy right?" Ahsoka bit into a waffle fry covered in gravy, her eyes closing in delight as she savored the flavor. "Mm, Bubba, this is absolutely divine."

She chewed thoughtfully for a moment before swallowing, her face showing her appreciation. "This gravy elevates everything to a new level. It's rich and savory, the perfect complement to the crispiness of the waffle fries and the tender chicken strips."

Bubba smirked between greedy bites, "Well, let me know if you want... dessert."

Ahsoka's face lit up with a playful smile, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Oh, Bubba, I think I might just have to take you up on that offer." She set her plate aside, then moved closer to him on the bed, her hand sliding up his arm. "You know, I've been curious about Earth's desserts. I'd love to try some of those sweet treats you mentioned."

Bubba looked up while chewing, "Pick any one, they are all amazing!"

Ahsoka considered for a moment, her face a picture of thought. "You know, I think I'll go with the ice cream. It seems like a classic Earth dessert and I heard it’s frozen." She smiled softly, her hand resting gently on his thigh.

"And maybe, if you're feeling up to it, we could have a small scoop each of a few different flavors? I'd love to try as many as I can." Her words were soft and inviting, her attention fixed intently on his. "What do you think, Bubba? Is that something you'd be willing to share with me? I promise I'll make it worth your while."

Bubba swallowed, Oh I bet the kitchen would hate that. But yea, several flavors are good. I like fudge, Oreo, brownie, and cookie dough in mine, vanilla flavor. But you might wanna start with just Neapolitan, its three flavors next to each other"

Ahsoka nodded, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Neapolitan it is, then. I've heard of that one, and it sounds like a wonderful introduction to Earth's ice cream flavors. Strawberry, vanilla, and chocolate all in one scoop? It's like a party in my mouth."

She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before sliding off the bed. "I'll be right back with our dessert. You stay here and get comfortable." She walked over to the door, her movements graceful and fluid. She turned back to him, a playful smile on her lips. "And don't worry, I'll make sure to keep the kitchen happy by ordering a proper serving for each of us."

"Yes ma'am!” He winked before continuing to devour his plate. He sighed and savoured the rich flavour, not having eaten well in days."

Ahsoka chuckled softly, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she shook her head. "You're incorrigible, Bubba. I’ll get the food myself this time so the kitchen doesn’t get testy. Be right back." She turned and exited the room, leaving him alone with your thoughts.

The room was filled with a warm, inviting atmosphere, the soft glow of the lights casting a gentle hue over everything. He could still taste the lingering flavors of the waffle fries and chicken strips, the gravy leaving a rich, savory note on his tongue. The anticipation of the ice cream to come added a sweet, creamy promise to the air. As he waited, he find himself reflecting on the journey that brought him here.

Bubba grimaced, "I've got too much to lose now. Isabel, if you're listening, have any advice for me?"

The room was quiet, the hum of the ship's engines a distant lullaby. He waited, the soft rustle of the bed sheets beneath him the only sound. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of vulnerability, a raw openness that comes with sharing your life with someone new. His chest was full of food and butterflies. He’d always been guarded, always kept his emotions locked away. But with Ahsoka, it was different. She's seen through his defenses, and he found himself wanting to share more.

Isabel's voice, soft and reassuring, came from the monitor on the wall. "Bubba, I'm here. And I think you already know the answer to your question."

Bubba raised an eyebrow, "Oh don't be coy I don't know the answer silly that's why i asked!"

Isabel's voice was gentle but firm, a comforting presence in the room. "Bubba, you've always been a survivor, and that's what makes you strong. But strength isn't just about fighting or enduring; it's about embracing the people and moments that make life worth living. Ahsoka is one of those moments. She sees the real you, and she values it. Trust in that connection, and let it guide you."

He heard the soft hum of the monitor as Isabel paused, allowing her words to sink in. "You've found a purpose beyond survival, Bubba. You're leading a team, fighting for something greater than yourself. Embrace that purpose, and trust in the bonds you've forged."

Bubba grinned, "Alright Ms philosophical, how is everyone? We aren't needed yet are we?"

Isabel's voice shifted to a more practical tone, the warmth still present but now tinged with the efficiency of a seasoned leader. "Everyone is in good spirits, Bubba. The team is preparing for the next phase of our mission, but for now, you have some time to yourself. The Banished imminent attack has given us a window to gather our strength and plan our next move. Commander Cody and the others are coordinating with the UNSC, and Admiral Yularen has been briefed on our intentions. They're working on securing the necessary authorizations and resources."

She paused briefly, the soft hum of the ship's systems filling the silence. "Ahsoka is on her way back with your ice cream."

Bubba- "Thanks, good luck with your duties!"

Isabel's voice carried a fondness tinged with professional courtesy. "Likewise, Bubba. I appreciate the well-wishes. I know you've got your hands full with your own duties and responsibilities. Don't forget to take care of yourself as well. Your health and well-being are crucial for our mission."

There was a soft click as the monitor went dark, leaving him once again in the quiet of the room. As he settled back against the pillows, his mind wandered, reflecting on the journey that led him here - from his beginnings on Earth, to his experiences in the nexus, to this moment with Ahsoka. The door to her quarters slid open with a soft hiss, and Ahsoka entered, her arms laden with a tray bearing two tall, frosty glasses filled with a colorful swirl of ice cream. The sight of it brought a big smile to his face, the anticipation of the sweet treat mingling with the warmth in his heart.

She set the tray down on the small table beside the bed, her eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and affection. "I hope you're ready for this, Bubba," she said, her voice a low, sultry purr. "I've been told that Earth's ice cream is a delicacy, and I intend to savor every last bite."

Bubba- "That's what she said!"

Ahsoka giggled, the sound bright and melodious, her eyes twinkling with amusement. She plucked up one of the ice cream glasses, the frozen treat already starting to melt slightly in the warm air of the room. With a playful wink, she takes a small, teasing lick of the ice cream, her tongue flicking out to catch the stray drips. "Mmmm," she purred, her voice low and seductive. "Delicious."

She held out the glass to him, inviting him to sample the sweet, creamy treat. As he lean forward to accept it, she moved closer, the heat of her body radiating against his skin.

Bubba shivered, "I could watch you make that face forever, i'll have to become a damn chef."

Ahsoka's lips curled into a satisfied smile, her eyes never leaving his as she savored the ice cream. "I think you have enough on your plate, Bubba," she teased, "But I appreciate the thought. Perhaps you can teach me a few Earth dishes in return."

She took another lick of the ice cream, her eyes fluttering closed briefly as she relished the taste. "This is incredible," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can see why you Earthlings are so fond of it."

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his skin as she spoke. He reached out to take his preferred ice cream, his fingers brushing against hers as he accepted the cold, frosty glass. As he took his first lick, the sweet, creamy flavor exploded across your tongue, a symphony of taste that makes your taste buds sing with delight.

"You're right," he murmured, his voice tinged with appreciation. "This is pure heaven. I can't imagine a more perfect way to spend this moment."

Ahsoka's eyes sparkled with mischief, a playful smile dancing on her lips. "Oh, I can think of a few ways to top it."

Bubba met her gaze with intensity, "Careful or I'll top you my dove."

Ahsoka's eyes widened slightly at his bold declaration, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. She leaned in even closer, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Promises, promises," she murmured, her breath hot against his ear. "But I'm more than willing to hold you to them."

Bubba’s eyes narrowed, "Damn girl, you sure you didn't learn flirting at the temple? You're doing a stellar job of turning me on. I've never wanted a woman so badly, your so... devine."

Ahsoka's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink at his words, a pleased smile playing at the corners of her lips. She leaned back slightly, her eyes still locked with his, a mixture of desire and affection swirling in their sparkling depths.

"You flatter me, Bubba," she murmured, her voice soft and intimate. "But I must confess, my Jedi training never included lessons in seduction. This is... new territory for me." She took another slow, sensual lick of her ice cream, savoring the flavor as she did so.

Bubba let out a single chuckle, "Oh that makes it even better, what could be more fun than being your first playground?"

Ahsoka's eyes widened a fraction at his bold suggestion, a rosy blush spreading across her cheeks and down her neck. She set her unfinished ice cream on the tray and leaned in, her lips a hair's breadth from his, her warm breath mingling with his own as she whispered huskily. “Do you think you can handle me, Bubba? I might be inexperienced in the art of seduction, but I assure you, my passions burn just as intensely as yours..."

Her fingertips skimmed along his thigh, a teasing caress, as she maintained the intense, smoldering gaze. The tension was palpable, the air charged with unspoken desires.

Bubba met her gaze, "Girl, you're too... rowdy heheh, let's put the ice cream in the freezer."

Ahsoka's eyes widened slightly at his playful suggestion, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. She leaned back, breaking the intense eye contact, and chuckled softly. "Rowdy, huh? I'll have you know I'm a perfect lady... most of the time."

She stood up gracefully, grabbing both of their half-finished ice cream glasses and sauntering over to the small kitchenette in the corner of the room.

Bubba couldn’t take his eyes off her, "Ok, if you're sure this time. I know just what to do.”

Ahsoka nodded, her jaw tight with nerves despite her bravado. She stood before him, unsure of where to start.

“How about I let you set the pace, and I'll steer things? Come here, if it's too challenging, I can take over. But this might let you feel safer. I can't treat you like an object after all."

Ahsoka's face lit up with surprise and excitement at his suggestion, a thrill running through her. She nodded eagerly, moving to stand in front of him. "I can do that," she said, her words laced with newfound confidence. "But I need guidance. I want to please you, Bubba."

“That’s my line goober. Now, due to my experience and conversations with other women I have a rule. Don’t you dare let me keep going if you're uncomfortable. What I want is to make you disappear in pleasure, not… anything else.”

She moved closer, her hands resting lightly on his shoulders as she straddled his lap. Her body was warm and soft against, her breath coming in short, quick gasps. "Thank you Bubba, I promise. Now… tell me what to do?" she whispered her mouth close to his ear. "Show me how to make you feel good."

The air grew heavy and hot as the couple enjoyed a private hour of respite and new experiences together.

Next chapter soon! If you want to read the spicy scene I've cut here, check me out on AO3. Same profile name and story name, but under Guardian Nights in my works. Thanks for reading and I’d love any comments! (If it’s not there give me a few days okay?)

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Hours had passed as the two lovers shared an intimate evening, their passion heating the room like an oven. Together, the two laid, breathless, the smell of passion and incense filling the small private quarters.

"You know," she said casually, her eyes sparkling with mischief, "For all your tough-guy act, you're actually pretty sensitive and caring when it comes down to it."

Bubba chucked, "Well... I don't wanna ruin the moment, but because I'm several people in a trench coat, I can do quite a lot of things."

Ahsoka paused, her hands on his arm. She looked at him, her eyes widening slightly with curiosity and a hint of amusement. "Several people in a trench coat, huh?" she mused, her voice soft and teasing. "Well, that explains a lot. Like how you can be so strong and resilient, yet also so tender and understanding."

She leaned back, propping herself up on one elbow, "So, tell me more about these 'several people.' What makes each of them unique? How do they all fit together to make you, Bubba?"
Her fingers traced lazy patterns on his chest, her touch light and exploratory.

Bubba looked away wistfully, "Well... Bubba, me... is just one of about 20 of us. But don't worry, only about 6 of us really ever show up, unless I'm high as hell or get triggered."

Ahsoka listened intently, her curiosity piqued by his revelation. She leaned in closer, "Twenty of you?" she mused, her eyes wide with wonder. "That's... incredible. I've never heard of anything like that before." Her brows furrowed slightly, a flicker of concern crossing her features. "Triggered? What do you mean by that?"

Her gaze softened as she saw the vulnerability in his eyes. "Bubba, you know you can talk to me, right? I'm here for you now, no matter what." She leaned in, pressing a soft, comforting kiss to his forehead. "I know you're strong."

Bubba gave a half smile, "Sometimes I have anger. A part of me that mirrors the people who hurt me. But I've worked with him over the years and it's a lot better now. Sometimes something can trigger me to lose time, but it doesn't happen often as far as I know… I think."

Ahsoka's face softened with understanding and compassion. She gently cupped his cheek, her thumb brushing against his skin. "Bubba, that's a lot to carry." She paused, collecting her thoughts. "I've seen people with trauma before, and it's not easy. But you're here, you're talking about it, and that's a huge step."

She moved closer, her forehead resting against his. "We all have our demons, but you're working on yours. That takes strength." Her hand slid down to his chest, right above his heart. "I'm here for you, no matter what. You don't have to face this alone anymore."

Bubba held back his tears and cleared his throat, "Thanks so much. It's been hard. I've done a lot of work on myself, truly, and I'll continue to do so, for you, and for me. Don't worry, I really am an open book, I'll let you know anything and everything I can remember. And I'll tell you my thoughts, we should actually discuss our relationship. For a start, I want you to only be mine in the bedroom. Secondly, I don't want us to ever lie to each other, third, don't be spiteful and always try to fix things. What do you think?"

Ahsoka's eyes gleamed with a mix of surprise and appreciation as she took in his words. She sat up slightly, her expression stern, "Bubba, I appreciate your honesty and your willingness to open up to me. It means a lot that you trust me with your thoughts and your past." She took a deep breath, considering your points carefully.

"I agree with your terms," she said softly, her voice steady and sincere. "I want you to be all mine big guy. I want our relationship to be built on trust and honesty. I promise to never lie to you, and to always try to fix things when they go wrong."

Bubba sighed and smiled, “Your perfect dove, and i adore you"

Ahsoka's heart raced. She leaned in, capturing his lips in a tender, loving kiss. As she pulled back, she rested her forehead against his, her eyes shining with emotion. "I adore you too, Bubba," she whispered, her voice filled with sincerity. "More than you know."

She settled back into his embrace, her body molding perfectly against him. "I'm glad we had this talk," she murmured, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. "I feel like I understand you better now, and I'm even more certain that we're meant to be together."

Bubba smirked, “You'll get 20 partners for the price of one. For better or worse, haha."

Ahsoka chuckled softly, a playful sparkle in her eyes. "Well, that's certainly an interesting proposition," she teased, her fingers gently tracing the lines of his chest. "But I must admit, I'm quite content with one of you. The complexity of you is more than enough to keep me intrigued and engaged."

She paused, her expression turning thoughtful. "But I do appreciate the thought. It's a unique aspect of who you are, and I'm honored that you're sharing it with me." Her hand moved to his cheek, her thumb gently caressing his skin. "I want to explore every part of you, Bubba. The good, the bad, and everything in between."

Bubba nodded, “I’m here right now, Mew our gatekeeper controls my body, and a few others come by sometimes, or when I need a break, life gets hard…"

Ahsoka listened intently, her brows furrowing with concern. "That sounds like an incredibly heavy burden to bear, Bubba. Carrying the consciousness of others inside you, while still trying to maintain your own identity and deal with the pressures of your role as Guardian... It's admirable that you've found a way to cope and still function as effectively as you do."

She shifted to prop herself up on one elbow, her free hand still resting lightly on his chest. "I have to admit, I'm a little in awe of your resilience. And I'm honored that you feel comfortable enough to share this part of yourself with me. It shows a level of trust that I don't take lightly."

Bubba laughed, "Oh it's just the autism. I share everything if someone is listening, i like deep talks, i can't do shallow. No pun intended."

Ahsoka's expression softened further, a warm smile spreading across her face. "You know, that's actually something I admire about you. Your honesty and your willingness to dive deep into conversations, no matter how challenging or personal."

She gently brushed a stray hair from his forehead. "Many people fear depth in conversation, preferring to stick to surface-level topics. But not you. You embrace the complexity, the vulnerability." Her hand found his, squeezing it gently. "It's one of the many things that drew me to you, Bubba. Your unapologetic openness and your courage in the face of deep, often painful truths."

Bubba winced, "I've been wanting to become my own hero i guess, so i try my best"

Ahsoka grinned faintly, "You are your own hero, Bubba. You always have been, even if you didn't see it. I’ve seen you do a lot of good the last few days."

Bubba "Well you know how I feel about you. You've done so many brave things. I'm honestly shocked someone like you likes me... but I'll try to accept the things you say... i guess i'm awesome after all"

She pulled back slightly, "I like you, Bubba, because you're authentic. You don't pretend to be something you're not. You're open, vulnerable, and you wear your heart on your sleeve."

Bubba nodded, "Tell me, do you wanna talk? eat? sleep? watch a show? or face the world again?"

Ahsoka smiled softly, her eyes reflecting a mix of tenderness and determination. "I appreciate the offer, Bubba," she said, her voice a gentle melody. "But I think we should face the world again. We've had our moment of respite, and while it's been wonderful, we both know that our responsibilities await."

Bubba sighed, "Yeah you’re right. This has been the best thing ever, but I might need to ask the USNC for some clothes. It's been a few days since I arrived here."

Ahsoka chuckled, "Let me know if you need help Bubba. As for me, I should probably check in with the rest of our team. We need to prepare for what's coming. Find me again tonight?” She moved in for one last kiss, soft and sweet, before reluctantly pulling away. "Try to relax for a bit. You've earned it."

With a final wink she was out the door, leaving behind the faint scent of her perfume. Bubba was left alone, a content smile on his face as he basked in the afterglow of their intimate time together.

Bubba, "Well I'm certainly ready now.”

Isabel’s voice came into the room, “Bubba, the Admiral wanted to speak with you personally, considering your unique place as Guardian. That and the fact you are one of the few here without a faction like the Jedi or Lagunica residents. Can you come now?”

Bubba frowned, “Dammit, I told them I would practice then fell asleep for a day and had a date. Yes I can come right away.”

Isabel’s voice remained calm and kind, “Don’t worry about that. They were informed by the ship's doctors. We don’t take your actions thus far lightly Bubba. You’ve earned some grace, and no one really knows what using your powers does to your body.”

Bubba smirked, “Fair, thank you Isabel. Say, shouldn't you be on the Spirit?”

“I’m managing the Spirit of Fire and handling coordination for the non-UNSC residents on our ships. That includes you. Also, Roland has been slammed with logistics and planning for us against the banished.”

Bubba got dressed and made his way through the bustling corridors of the UNSC Infinity, the hum of activity and the distant echoes of voices filling the air. A short and silent tram ride gave him time to both ready himself and form a growing anxiety. He approached Admiral Lasky's office, passing several Spartan IV’s through a pair of doors with a simple nod. His mind couldn’t help but race as to what they were thinking through their visors. He took a deep breath and knocked firmly on the door.

"Enter," a gruff voice called from within. He stepped inside, finding Admiral Lasky seated behind his desk, a worn data pad in his hands. He looked up, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in his appearance. "Bubba, I make it a point to meet all our… unique passengers. No worries on the sleeping beauty act. The monitor told us your body may take time to adjust, and several people spoke about your help in the field the last few days. Isabel also told me you had a request, what can I do for you?" he asked, leaning back in his chair.

Bubba let out a breath he had been holding, “I’ll make it brief admiral, I've been wearing the same clothes for 4 days, I was hoping you guys might be able to spare some."

Admiral Lasky raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes. "Four days, you say? I must admit, I hadn't noticed. You've been rather... preoccupied." He leaned forward, steepling his fingers on the desk. "Well, I can't have you walking around in the same clothes for another day, now can I?"

He pressed a button on his desk, and a holographic interface flickers to life. "I'll have my assistant find you some fresh uniforms. Should be a good fit, considering your human." He paused, his expression softening slightly. "You've been through a lot, Bubba."

Bubba beamed, "Actually sir I've never felt better, and you can take that to the bank! I'm ready for a mission, portal training or just to help out any way I can."

Admiral Lasky leaned back, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I'm glad to hear you're feeling better, Bubba. Your enthusiasm is... admirable."

He paused for a moment, as if considering his next words carefully. "I'm afraid we're in the middle of a critical situation with the Banished. The stakes have never been higher." He gestured to the holo-pad on his desk, which flickered with activity. "We could use someone with your unique... talents, as Captain Cutter described them. But first, let me make sure you're properly outfitted. I wouldn't want you tearing through those fresh uniforms before your first mission."

Bubba nodded, "Yes sir!"

Admiral Lasky nodded, satisfied with his response. "Good. I'll have the uniforms sent to your quarters, which Isabel will lead you to. In the meantime, let's get you up to speed on the current situation."

He stood up, walking over to a large holographic map that flickered to life on the wall. The map displayed a complex web of symbols over the planet’s surface, with various fleets and enemy positions marked in different colors. "As you can see, the Banished have been causing quite a ruckus. They've been hitting our supply lines and outposts with increasing frequency and ferocity. Our intelligence suggests they're planning something big, but we haven't been able to pinpoint exactly what."

Bubba’s eyes traced over the lines and numbers displayed, "Hm, well i would suggest keeping our positions mobile. The monitor can point out areas of interest, and extended research can wait until the Banished are defeated. I’m a big fan of traps myself, we could fit a few into our supply lines. I don’t know how much help I could really be compared to Roland though.”

Admiral Lasky's eyes widened slightly at his suggestion, a flicker of intrigue passing over his features. He stepped closer to the holographic map, his finger tracing the lines of your proposed strategy. "Leave a trap for them, you say? That's not a bad idea, Bubba. In fact, it's rather brilliant."

He turned to face him fully, a look of newfound respect in his eyes. "We've been so focused on securing our positions that we haven't considered the possibility of striking back, or using their own tactics against them." He nodded slowly, a smile spreading across his face. "I like the way you think, Bubba. I really do."

Bubba grinned and pointed out a few key areas, "Thank you sir. Tell you what, what if we lead their big attack somewhere we have an advantage? Or when I bring the new help here? We could make ourselves look vulnerable, make them attack on our terms instead of theirs."

Admiral Lasky stepped closer to the holographic map, his finger tracing the lines of his proposed plan. "Make ourselves look vulnerable, draw them in on our terms... Bubba, that's brilliant. It's a classic military tactic, but one we haven't fully exploited in this conflict."

He turned to face him, the tension in his face easing, "You have a keen tactical mind, Bubba. I can see why Cutter and the others have come to rely on you so heavily."

Bubba nodded, "Always glad to help. Can I ask if there's been progress with Cortana? She sort of trusted me to get her to safety."

Lasky frowned at the mention of Cortana, his gaze drifting to the window overlooking the fleet below. "Cortana... yes, she's been on our minds as well. Dr Halsey has been working on it, but she's still fragmented for now."

Bubba looked away in thought, "Well shit fire, I'm fragmented. Maybe Halsey could look at my brain and get an idea?"

Lasky's eyebrows shot up in surprise at his suggestion. He turned to face him, his eyes narrowing slightly as he considered the implications. "Your brain, Bubba? That's an interesting proposal. Dr. Halsey has been working tirelessly on Cortana's restoration, but she's been hitting roadblocks. Your unique situation might indeed provide some valuable insights."

He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a more confidential tone. "I'll put you in touch with her. But be prepared, Dr. Halsey can be... intense. She's a brilliant mind, but she's also very demanding and expects the best from everyone around her."

Bubba, "Well I'll try my best, I'm so happy right now I could face anything. I'd love to help, send me her way if you can, sir."

Lasky offered a firm handshake, which Bubba reciprocated, "Your enthusiasm is admirable, Bubba. Dr. Halsey will appreciate your willingness to help." He walked to a nearby console and tapped a few commands. "She's in her lab right now, working on some breakthrough. I've sent her an alert about you. She should be in touch soon."

As Bubba turned to leave, Lasky added, "Just remember, Bubba, Dr. Halsey can be brilliant, but also... abrasive. Don't take anything personally. And don't be surprised if she grills you harder than a Banished interrogator. Dr. Halsey appreciates honesty and practicality above all else."

He walked him to the door, his hand on his shoulder. "And for what it's worth, I'm glad you're on our side. Your unique perspective and skills have already proven invaluable. Keep up the good work, and good luck with Dr. Halsey."

Bubba entered the hallway and went to look for his new friends, waiting for Halsey to call for him. The sterile metal walls and soft hum of the life support systems seemed almost comforting in their familiarity, a stark contrast to the chaos and uncertainty of the multiverse.

Before he could get across the ship, his comm unit crackled to life, a gruff female voice coming through the static. "Bubba, this is Halsey. I hear you're offering yourself up for some... scientific analysis. Meet me in my lab, level 24, sector 7. And try not to be late - I don't have all day to play with you." The comm clicked off, leaving him with a distinct impression of the doctor's no-nonsense demeanor.

Bubba was genuinely appreciating the long walks he was being forced to take, beating his more sedentary lifestyle at home. He arrived at the lab, the door whooshing open as he approached. The room was a dizzying array of high-tech equipment, glowing screens, and bubbling test tubes. Dr. Halsey stood in the center of it all, her white lab coat pristine against the chaos of the room. She turned to face him, her eyes narrowing as she took in his appearance.

"Bubba, I presume?" she asked, her voice sharp and clipped. "I don't have much time for pleasantries, so let's get straight to the point. Admiral Lasky tells me you have some... unique insights that could be of use to my research."

Bubba nodded, "Yes ma'am! Cortana is made from your brain, but now she's fragmented. I have a fragmented mind myself, so I hoped my brain could be of use, considering I function... well I function"

Dr. Halsey's eyes narrowed, her fingers drumming against her lab coat as she listened intently. "Fascinating. Tell me, Bubba, how many distinct personalities do you house within your consciousness?"

She moved closer, her face intense. "And more importantly, how do you maintain... functionality? Cortana's fragmentation was triggered by an overabundance of data - I'd be interested to see if your case presents similar patterns."
She gestured to a nearby chair. "Sit. We'll run some preliminary tests. And remember, honesty is crucial here."

Bubba took a seat and a breath, "D.I.D is all about memory, separate memory making its own coherence due to the trauma. If Cortana could put walls around the data, split it up into more manageable chunks, she could function. I think? I figure it's better than nothing, maybe a temporary solution?"

Dr. Halsey's eyebrows raised slightly, a glimmer of interest in her eyes. "Dissociative Identity Disorder. An intriguing comparison, Bubba. Cortana is made from a human mind, yes, but she is still fundamentally different.”

She turned to a nearby console, her fingers dancing over the holographic interface as she pulled up a complex diagram of Cortana's neural pathways. "However, your insight is not without merit. If we can isolate and compartmentalize the corrupted data, we might be able to stabilize her consciousness."
She looked back at him, her eyes distant in thought. "I'll need to run some tests on you, Bubba."

Bubba, "I’m ready ma'am."

Dr. Halsey nodded curtly, her eyes glinting with scientific curiosity. "Very well. I'll need you to sit still and keep your thoughts clear. The scanner will map your neural pathways, allowing me to compare them to Cortana's fractured architecture."

She gestured to a large, cylindrical device in the center of the lab, its surface covered in blinking lights and whirring machinery. "Step inside the scanner, please. And try to relax - I know it can be a bit unnerving, but I assure you, it's perfectly safe."

As he stepped into the scanner, Dr. Halsey's voice took on a more clinical tone. "The scan will take approximately 15 minutes."

Bubba cleared his throat, "What should I think about?"

Dr. Halsey paused, her fingers hovering over the control panel. "Think about nothing, Bubba. Clear your mind as best you can. The scanner will do the rest. If thoughts intrude, acknowledge them and let them pass. The goal is to achieve a state of mental stillness. It will help me get a clearer picture of your neural architecture."

The scanner hummed to life, and a soft, blue light began to pulse from the device, enveloping him in a gentle glow. The hum intensified, and the air inside the scanner became charged with static. He could feel a tingling sensation across his skin, as if tiny, invisible fingers were probing his mind

Bubba meditated, focusing his mind on an endless expanse of calm. The scanner's probing sensation became almost soothing as he let it examine his brain without resistance. After what felt like both an instant and an eternity, the scanner wound down, and the pulsing light faded away.

"Excellent," Dr. Halsey's voice pierces the quiet. "Your stillness during the scan was admirable, Bubba. I have what I need. Now, if you'll step out, we can begin analyzing the data."

Bubba exited the scanner, feeling only slightly disoriented as his vision readjusted to the lab's starker light. Dr. Halsey's eyes were glued to the holographic display, her brow furrowed in concentration as she studied the results of his scan. "Intriguing," she murmured, more to herself than to him. "The neural pathways in your brain are...remarkably similar to Cortana's, yet distinctly different."

She turned to face him, her expression a mix of scientific fascination and something almost like awe. "Bubba, your brain is a marvel. The way you've compartmentalized your consciousness, the sheer complexity of your neural architecture...it's like nothing I've ever seen before."

Bubba chuckled nervously, "I just try my best and fail sometimes, well, maybe a lot of the time. But I hope this was helpful."

Dr. Halsey shook her head, a wry smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Helpful? Bubba, this is beyond helpful. It's groundbreaking. Your neural architecture is the key to stabilizing Cortana, I'm sure of it.” She turned back to the holographic display, her fingers dancing over the interface as she pulled up a series of complex diagrams and data charts. "If we can isolate the specific neural pathways that allow you to compartmentalize your consciousness, we might be able to create a similar system for Cortana."

Bubba nodded, partially understanding, "Ah it's all about coherence. The data needs to form a unique identity or purpose, it should recognize itself and be able to make predictions about itself. Then it can form an ego."

She stepped closer, her voice taking on an almost conspiratorial tone. "Bubba, if we could somehow translate that structure, that compartmentalization, into a working framework for Cortana...it could be the breakthrough we've been searching for." she leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming with a fervent intensity, "Tell me, Bubba, how would you describe your own sense of self? How do you manage to maintain coherence in the midst of so much fragmented data?" She gestured at the holographic display, the complex web of neural pathways and data structures that represents his unique brain architecture.

Bubba looked away in thought, "Well I'm not a scientist but… Mew controls our body, some of our intense emotions are separated between the rest of us. Every 2 to 6 years I usually have a crisis and form a new identity so I can... continue living. I have a couple alters specifically storing the trauma. I've had several fusions by working hard though! That's what i know."

Dr. Halsey listened intently, her professional mask momentarily slipping, "I'm so sorry, Bubba. That kind of... organization is extraordinary." She quickly composed herself, becoming clinical again as she returned to the data.

"We're not dealing with typical dissociative identity disorder here, are we? No, this is far more... complex." Her fingers danced over the holographic display, zooming in on specific neural pathways. "See these structures? They're not just storing memories, they're actively processing, filtering, and sometimes completely redirecting sensory input."

Bubba- "Maybe that's the key, specific data groups should have a hierarchy of roles. D.I.D uses internal family systems often. Maybe Cortana could have her own. Some data can trigger, override, or help other data groups, without having to combine and get messy."

Dr. Halsey's eyes widened as she considered his suggestion, the gears in her brilliant mind turning rapidly. "Hierarchical data groups with distinct roles and responsibilities...an internal system of checks and balances." She murmured, almost to herself. "It's so simple, and yet so elegant."

She turned to face him, her expression a mix of excitement and calculation. "Bubba, if we could implement a similar system for Cortana, it could be the solution we've been searching for. We could assign specific data groups to handle different aspects of her functionality, with a clear hierarchy to maintain order and coherence."

Dr. Halsey paced the room, her mind clearly racing with the possibilities. She turned to him, her gaze intense and excited. "Your mind is a treasure trove of unconventional ideas, Bubba. You've given us a whole new direction to explore. I'm going to start working on a proposal right away, incorporating your suggestions.

Bubba smiled wide, “I’m thrilled I helped!”

Dr. Halsey looked up from the holographic display, her eyes shining with a mix of gratitude and renewed determination. "Thank you, Bubba. Your insights have given us a real shot at solving this crisis." She took a deep breath, composing herself before continuing. “I'm confident we're on the right track now. With any luck, we can have a working prototype in a matter of days to weeks. I can't thank you enough for sharing your unique perspective.

Bubba looked away wistfully, “The pleasure is mine, I'm a big fan, you remind me of someone I was close with…"

Dr. Halsey raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his words. "Oh, really? And who might that be?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

Bubba laughed, "My grandmother, no offence. She was stern, but always respectful, caring, but not pushy. She always listened and helped when she could. She understood me better than almost anyone else."

Dr. Halsey's eyes widened slightly, a flicker of amusement dancing in their depths. "Well, I suppose I can't fault your taste in family members," she said with a wry smile. "It's a high compliment, considering the caliber of the women in your life. Ahsoka, your grandmother...you certainly surround yourself with formidable females."

She leaned back against the edge of her desk, her posture now relaxed and open. "I'm glad you feel comfortable enough to share personal details like that, Bubba. I have a feeling we're going to be seeing quite a bit of each other in the coming weeks."

Bubba- "Thanks Doc. I look forward to it. If it's alright, I’ll take my leave, Doctor, feel free to call for me when the higher ups aren't making me save the multiverse."

Dr. Halsey nodded, understanding and respect glimmering in her eyes. "Of course, Bubba. You're the only one with the ability to keep our reality intact, after all." She gestured toward the door. "Take care of yourself in the meantime, and don't hesitate to call if you need anything at all.”

Bubba nodded and headed out into the hallway, his mind whirling with the myriad of ideas they exchanged, “Now to find my boy Subaru."

8.2

Bubba made his way through the winding corridors of the UNSC facility, his thoughts still buzzing with the groundbreaking ideas he and Dr. Halsey had discussed. He rounded a corner, and spotted Subaru leaning against the wall, his expression pensive and slightly troubled.

"Hey, Bubba," he greeted him, his voice tinged with a hint of weariness. "I was hoping I'd run into you. I could use a friendly face right about now."

Bubba noted the lines of fatigue etched into his features. "What's on your mind, Subaru? You look like you've been through the wringer."

Subaru sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. He got off the wall and began to walk alongside Bubba, his steps slow and measured. "It's just... everything that's happened, everything we've seen. It's a lot to process, you know? I keep thinking about all the people we've lost, all the battles we've fought. And for what? To keep getting thrown into another fight?"

He paused, his gaze distant as if seeing ghosts from battles past. "I just want to know if it's all worth it. If we're making a difference, or if we're just spinning our wheels, trying to hold back the tide."

Bubba nods, "We have to make it worth it for them. That's what they would want. Don't be ashamed to try to live a happy life. You've got several women that love you, and you should go for it. Our fights will end eventually. Just look at the 1950s? They had peace, sort of. Some places…"

Subaru listened intently, his eyes fixed on Bubba as he considered your words. "You're right, Bubba. I know you are. It's just hard sometimes, you know? To balance the weight of the universe on our shoulders with the desire to live a normal life."

He paused, a small, wistful smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Several women, huh? That's not bad. I never thought I'd have that much luck." He looked at Bubba, his eyes narrowing slightly. "You've got some experience with that, don't you? How do you manage it all? The responsibility, the relationships, the constant struggle to save everyone and everything?"

Bubba laughed, "Well I'm split into pieces so that won't work for you. I face it head on, I try my best and always ask for help. That's all I can do right?"

Subaru's face relaxed, understanding and compassion evident in his eyes. "You know, Bubba, you're stronger than you give yourself credit for. Your condition, it's unique, sure, but it's also what makes you who you are - all those pieces, they're part of you, just as much as the whole is."

He placed a hand on his shoulder, "And hey, if asking for help is what works for you, then that's what you should do. It's not about having it all figured out, or being perfect. It's about being honest with yourself and the people around you, about accepting help when you need it and offering it when you can."

Bubba- "Well, did that answer your question? I’d hate to have helped Halsey of all people but not you."

Subaru's face lit up with a warm smile, a genuine expression replacing his previous worry. "Absolutely, Bubba. Your honesty is exactly what I needed to hear." He ran a hand through his hair, his posture straightening as if a weight had been lifted.

"Dr. Halsey is brilliant, but you, you've got a different kind of intelligence - one that comes from lived experience and the courage to be vulnerable." He clapped him on the back, his gesture firm and friendly. "You're right, though. I don't want to be left out of this conversation. Maybe we can work on a new strategy together?"

Bubba grinned devilishly, "Well, we could practice driving the wraith? It's a big ship"

Subaru's eyes lit up at the mention of the Wraith, a mischievous glint appearing in their depths. "You know what, Bubba? That sounds like a plan. I could definitely use some hands-on experience with that beast of a tank."

He rubbed his hands together, a grin spreading across his face. "We'll have to be discreet, of course. I doubt Admiral Lasky would be too thrilled with us joyriding in a top-secret weapon. But a little covert practice never hurt anyone, right?"

Subaru winks at him, his expression one of playful daring. "Tell you what - we'll sneak over to the hanger bay under the cover of darkness."

Bubba chuckled at his younger friend, "Don't be silly, I can put in a request for RND. They have to study driving it after all.

Subaru's face lit up with surprise and amusement. "You're right, Bubba. That's brilliant! I never thought of requesting it through official channels." He chuckled, shaking his head in wonder.

"You know, sometimes I forget how creative you can be with your solutions. R&D would definitely need to test the Wraith, especially for potential modifications or improvements." He slaps his forehead, a grin spreading across his face. "We should put in that request right now, before I lose my nerve. Come on, let's go talk to the R&D team. They'll love to have us 'help' with their research."

Bubba nods, "We are the only drivers so far after all, they dont know its easy yet haha, lets put in that request."

Subaru chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Alright, Bubba, you've got a point there. We are the only ones with firsthand experience driving the Wraith so far. The R&D team has no idea how easy it is for us, do they?" He winked at him conspiratorially. "Let's go put in that request. I'm sure they'll be thrilled to have our 'help' with their research."

Bubba and Subaru made their way to the Research and Development department, a flurry of excitement and anticipation coursing through their veins. As they enter the R&D department, a tall, distinguished-looking man with glasses and a lab coat approaches. His name tag reads "Dr. Marcus." He looks at them both curiously, his eyebrows raising slightly. "Subaru, Bubba, what brings you to our humble department today? Looking for some cutting-edge tech?"

Subaru stepped forward, a charming smile on his face. "Actually, Dr. Marcus, we were hoping to discuss a potential project with you." He glanced at you, silently encouraging you to take the lead.

Bubba cleared his throat, "We were hoping to... help you map the Wraith’s systems through a... test case"

Dr. Marcus's eyes widened with intrigue at their suggestion. He stroked his chin thoughtfully, considering the implications. "A test case, you say? Mapping the Wraith's systems through a practical application..." He paced back and forth, his mind clearly racing with possibilities.

Subaru leaned in, his voice low and conspiratorial. "Bubba and I have some... unique experience with the Wraith. We think we could provide valuable insights and data for your research."

Dr. Marcus stopped pacing, turning to face them both with a keen expression. "You know, that's not a half-bad idea. The Wraith is still largely a mystery to us, and any firsthand data would be invaluable."

Bubba noted, "The Spartans have a training deck with war games and a tactical simulator with all the bells and whistles, maybe they would enjoy it?"

Dr. Marcus' eyes lit up at the mention of the Spartans' training deck. "Why, that's an excellent point, Bubba! The Spartans' high-tech facilities are the perfect environment to test drive the Wraith and collect data." He stroked his chin, deep in thought. "We could use the tactical simulator to run through various combat scenarios and record the Wraith's performance in real-time."

Subaru nodded enthusiastically. "We could even stage mock battles, pitting the Wraith against the Jedi or our mages. The data collected from those interactions would be gold for our research."

Dr. Marcus grinned, clearly pleased with the direction of the discussion.

Bubba paused, "All we ask is a chance to drive, doubt we’ll get a lot in the future and if we do it will be in a warzone."

Dr. Marcus chuckled, holding up his hands in a placating gesture. "Now, now, let's not get ahead of ourselves. I appreciate your enthusiasm, but I'm sure you understand that the Wraith is a top-secret, experimental vehicle. We can't just let anyone hop in and take it for a joyride."

Subaru's shoulders slumped slightly, but he quickly rallies. "Of course, Dr. Marcus. We understand the gravity of the situation." He glanced at Bubba, a mischievous glint in his eye. "But we're not just 'anyone.' We've proven ourselves on the battlefield, and our unique skills and experience could greatly benefit your research."

Dr. Marcus pondered for a moment, then nods slowly. "You have a point there, Subaru. Your unique abilities and combat experience could indeed provide valuable insights." He glanced between them both, his curiosity evident. "Tell me, how exactly did you come to be able to pilot the Wraith so... effortlessly, if I may ask?"

Bubba chuckled "That's what we need to figure out, maybe it was the adrenalin or the heat of battle?"

Dr. Marcus leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face as he listened to their playful suggestion. "The adrenaline rush and heat of battle, you say? Intriguing hypothesis." He tapped his chin with his index finger, deep in thought. "I've seen firsthand how heightened stress and intense focus can unlock latent abilities in individuals. It's almost like a form of hyper-efficiency."

Dr. Marcus stood up, his eyes sparkling with renewed interest. "Gentlemen, I believe we have the makings of a fascinating experiment here. If adrenaline and combat scenarios are indeed the key to unlocking your unique abilities, then we should explore this further." He walked over to a nearby terminal, his fingers dancing across the holographic interface. "I'll need to run some simulations and gather the necessary equipment, but I think we can set up a controlled environment to test your hypothesis."

Bubba beams, "Well await your call Dr, let us know if we can help further.” He nudged Subaru.

Dr. Marcus nodded appreciatively, his eyes twinkling with a newfound enthusiasm. "I certainly will, gentlemen. Your unique perspective and experiences have given me a fresh angle to approach this research." He turned back to his terminal, already absorbed in the data he's pulling up. "I'll be in touch once I've got everything set up. In the meantime, keep yourselves ready for some... intense testing."

As Bubba and Subaru exit the R&D department, Dr. Marcus calls out one last time. "Oh, and boys? Try to stay out of trouble, will you? I don't want to have to explain to the brass why my test subjects are MIA on some secret mission." Subaru chuckled as they both exited, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Stay out of trouble? You do realize we just convinced the head of R&D to let us play with top-secret tech, right? That's pretty much the opposite of staying out of trouble." He playfully bumped his shoulder against Bubbas as they walked down the sterile hallway of the UNSC facility.

They both rounded a corner, passing a group of Spartan recruits in full gear heading to their training sessions. Their polished armor and determined strides served as a stark reminder of the seriousness of their situation.

Bubba- "Sub how is the gang?"

Subaru's face darkened slightly, his shoulders tensing as he walked beside you. "The gang, huh? It's complicated." He ran a hand through his hair, sighing heavily. "Rem and I, well it's complicated.

Bubba- "Hm, well I need to speak with the Jedi if you wanna come. I'd rather not talk to them during battle about it..."

Subaru nodded in agreement, his posture relaxing slightly at the change of subject. "Yeah, that would be smart. I'm not exactly looking forward to my next combat training session with them, either. Last time I nearly got my head knocked off by Anakin's telekinetic abilities." He shivered at the memory, then glanced at him curiously. "What do you need to talk to the Jedi about, anyway? Something to do with your... unique condition?"

Bubba winced, "Well don't freak out, but me and Ahsoka are sort of... a thing now"

Subaru's face contorted in shock, his mouth hanging open for a moment before he bursts into laughter. "A thing? With Ahsoka? Are you serious?" He clapped him on the back, grinning widely. "Man, I never would have guessed. Even with all the flirting. That's amazing news!" His laughter subsided, and he looked at him with a more serious expression. "You know, I'm really happy for you. Ahsoka's a great person, and you deserve to be happy. Just be careful, okay? Jedi are... Well, they're intense. And she's been through a lot."

Bubba grimaced, "So now you see, they are her family, so I have to face them. I'm a Texan after all."

Subaru chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "A Texan, huh?" He paused, his expression turning thoughtful. "You know, I've always admired your courage, Bubba. Facing the Jedi, especially after what you've been through, that's no small feat. But if anyone can handle it, it's you."

Bubba- "Thanks Sub, you're an amazing friend. Isabel, are the Jedi in the hangar?"

A small holographic projection of Isabel's face appeared beside them, her short-cropped hair framing her concerned features. "The Jedi are indeed in the hangar bay, Bubba. They've been running training exercises with the Spartan teams."

Bubba and Subaru exchanged a quick glance, his raised eyebrow questioning if you want him to stick around. Before you can answer, Isabel's hologram tilted her head curiously, still focused on his reaction. "And for what it's worth, Bubba, Ahsoka is glad to have found someone who sees her as a person, not just a former Jedi."

Bubba- "I’d love your company Sub, it gives me strength, and Isabel, thank you."

Isabel's hologram flickers with a warm smile, her face softening. "Of course, Bubba. I'm always here for you, in whatever way I can be." She paused, her attention shifting to Subaru. "And Subaru, I'm glad to see you supporting your friend. That's what true comradeship is all about."

Subaru nodded in agreement, his hand coming to rest on his shoulder in a gesture of solidarity. "Yeah, we've got each other's backs, no matter what." He glanced at the hologram, then back to him. "So, uh, how do you want to handle this? Just walk in there and say 'hi' to the Jedi?"

Bubba- "Oh yes im very direct, I’ll probe to see if they already know, then maybe lay it on soft, we’ll see. I'm not afraid. I did help Anakin in a huge way when we met after all."

Subaru whistled softly, looking both impressed and slightly nervous at his bold strategy. "Alright then, direct it is. Just be ready for anything. Those Jedi can read your emotions like a book, you know." He patted his arm reassuringly, his face reflecting a complex blend of admiration and concern.

As Bubba and Subaru entered the hangar bay, the vast space hummed with the controlled chaos of training exercises. Jedi and Spartans moved in synchronized harmony, their forms a blur of lightsabers, energy shields, and tactical maneuvers. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and the low hum of machinery.

Ahsoka stood at the center of the action, her twin lightsabers a whirlwind of blue and green as she sparred with a group of Spartans. Her movements were fluid and precise, a dance of lethal grace. She paused mid-strike, her eyes meeting his across the distance. A subtle smile played at the corners of her mouth, a silent acknowledgment of his presence.

Bubba- "We'll have to wait for them to finish Sub. We can talk about you. Now that Rem is awake, you need to have that talk with Emilia. Maybe we could get one of you a ride? I know it must be killing you."

Subaru sighed heavily, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "Yeah, you're right. It has been...difficult, not being able to see Emilia." He glanced away, his jaw tightening. "I just...I don't know what to say to her. Everything's changed so much, and I'm not sure where we stand anymore."

Bubba clapped him on the back encouragingly. "Sub, listen. You love Emilia, and she loves you. That hasn't changed, no matter what else has happened." Bubba leaned in closer, his voice low and intense. "You need to tell her how you feel, before it's too late. Don't let pride or fear hold you back, trust me."

Bubba continued, "Emilia is a silly and kind person. I doubt she would mind having Rem in y'alls life. And it's ok if someone chooses something you like. It's not always manipulation you know. Your friends can just genuinely like you man.You’re a great guy, Natsuki Subaru."

Subaru's face flickered with hope at his words, his posture relaxing slightly. "You really think so? That Emilia would be okay with Rem?" He looked at Bubba intently, seeking reassurance.

Bubba made a pose, "I never lie. Face it head on. That's how you build strength."

Subaru took a deep breath, his words resonating within him. "You're right, Bubba. I need to face this, just like you're facing your own challenges." He looked back at the training exercises, where Ahsoka had finished her sparring session and was now making her way towards them both. Her steps were purposeful, her eyes locked onto Bubba.

The hum of the hangar seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the three of them in a bubble of focused intensity. Ahsoka's gaze shifted briefly to Subaru, acknowledging him with a nod before returning her full attention to Bubba. "Bubba."

Bubba takes a breath, "Ahsoka, since we're public, I thought it would be rude not to face your family. Anakin and Obi-Wan that is. In Texas people usually do this kind of thing. It's just about making sure I know their expectations and making a good impression. Also, Hi! I had some good conversations today."

Ahsoka's eyes widened slightly at his directness, a mix of surprise and amusement playing across her features. She glances back at the hangar, where the Jedi and Spartans continued their training, oblivious to the weight of the moment between the three of them. "I...I appreciate your consideration, Bubba. It's a thoughtful gesture, but perhaps a bit premature. And that’s good to hear, your day. I’ve been training with the Spartans all morning."

She stepped closer, her voice lowering to a more intimate tone. "Anakin and Obi-Wan are...complicated. Our relationship is one of deep friendship and trust, but it's not the kind of bond that requires formal introductions." Ahsoka's hand came to rest lightly on his arm, her touch a subtle reassurance.

Bubba shakes his head, "Don’t forget I watched y'all's adventures. They are your family, you can't lie to me or yourself about that. Anakin especially... he has his own stuff going on."

Ahsoka's gaze softened at the words, a flicker of understanding passing between them. She nodded slowly, her grip on his arm tightening just slightly. "You're right, Bubba. Anakin...he is my family, in a way that transcends mere friendship or partnership." She looked away briefly, her expression pensive. "Our bond is complex, shaped by shared experiences and a connection that goes beyond the ordinary. But it's not...romantic, in the way you might think. We've been through so much together, faced unimaginable horrors and triumphs side by side. It's forged a bond that's as deep as it is unique."

Bubba- "Ah no... I meant Anakin has... well you've seen him with a certain person, starts with a P ends in an adme."

Ahsoka's eyes widened in understanding, a flicker of surprise and embarrassment coloring her cheeks. She glanced round furtively, ensuring that Anakin and Padme are not within earshot. "Bubba, please, we must be discreet," she hissed under her breath, leaning in closer. "Anakin's relationship with Senator Amidala is...complicated. It's a secret, and I respect their privacy. I would never betray their trust by discussing it openly, even with you."

Her hand slid from his arm to his hand, squeezing gently as she meets his gaze with an earnest intensity. "But I hear what you're saying. You're right, Anakin is...special to me."

Bubba- "Ah, sorry. I mean to say, relationships are everything to Anakin. He's like your older brother. And I respect that."

Ahsoka's expression softened, her eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and relief. "Thank you, Bubba," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "That means a lot to me. Anakin...he's been a constant in my life, a guiding light through the darkest times. Our bond is unbreakable, forged in the fires of war and tempered by the trials we've faced together."

She paused, her gaze drifting to the training exercises in the distance. "I know that he would be happy to meet you, Bubba. To see that I've found someone who understands me, who accepts me for who I am. But we must tread carefully. Anakin is...protective."

Bubba chuckled, "Yep that's why I wanted to make sure we didn't beat around the bush. I did go on one mission with him, so he knows me mildly, along with what I told him about Palps. I think I have a good chance here."

Ahsoka nodded thoughtfully at his words, a glimmer of pride shining in her eyes. "You've shown great courage and wisdom in this, Bubba," she murmured, her hand still clasping his. "Your direct approach and respect for Anakin's feelings have not gone unnoticed. He is a Jedi Master, after all—he sees far more than he lets on."

Bubba- "Nice. Well how's the spartan training? Learn anything? Or have you just been teaching?"

Ahsoka nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "The training has been... enlightening, for both parties involved. The Spartans are formidable warriors, their combat skills and teamwork honed to a razor's edge." She glanced over at the ongoing drills, where the UNSC soldiers and Jedi were engaging in a complex pattern of maneuvers.

"But I believe I've managed to impart a few valuable insights as well," she continued, turning her attention back to you and Subaru. "The Jedi philosophy, the way of the Force, is not so different from the Spartans' own code."

The master Chief entered the room, causing the spartans to salute for a moment. He returned one and then walked to Bubba with purpose. "Guardian. I wanted to thank you, for helping Cortana. I was… a little surprised when you suddenly gave her to me." He gave Bubba a handshake, his grip tight and firm.

"I'm glad I could help, Chief. Cortana's a remarkable person, and I know how much she means to you and the UNSC. I just hope my unique perspective and abilities can continue to be of use in the coming battles."

The Chief nodded solemnly. "You've already proven your worth, Guardian. Your insights and skills are invaluable. Dr. Halsey, agrees that your neural architecture could hold the key to stabilizing Cortana's data."

Bubba- "You experienced a lot of trauma chief. I know it's classified haha, but... how did you not split... into pieces like myself?"

Chief's eyes widened at his question, a flicker of surprise and understanding passing over his features. "Bubba, you are...unique. Your condition, the way your mind has fractured and reformed...it's unlike anything I've ever encountered."

He paused, considering his next words carefully. "As for my own trauma...I suppose I've always been a little...different. Something about my upbringing, the way I was raised and trained...it instilled a certain level of mental and emotional resilience in me. When I experienced those...difficult times, that trauma...it didn't break me the same way it seems to have affected you." The Chief's gaze drifted to the side, his expression turning wistful.

Bubba- "Hm. Well you did have a purpose, a mission. My trauma was just... from hate and sadism honestly. I hope things work out with Cortana. And I hope I get to go on a mission with you sometime. That would be a dream."

Chief's face relaxed, his stoic demeanor softening slightly at his words. "You have a purpose too, Bubba. Your unique abilities, your connection to the Liminal Nexus, that's crucial for us." He places a hand on his shoulder, the gesture both reassuring and weighty. "As for missions, I won't make any promises, but I can tell you this, you've already proven yourself invaluable once. I wouldn't be surprised if you get the chance to prove it again soon."

A shadow passed over his face. "And yes, Cortana..." A long pause hung in the air. The Chief seemed to be wrestling with some inner conflict. Finally, he exhaled heavily.

"It's... it's not something I like to talk about," he said quietly. "But yes, you're right. My upbringing, the things I endured... they weren't pleasant. But they were necessary. And they gave me a focus, a drive, a reason to keep going when everything else was lost."
His grip on his shoulder tightens slightly. "I can see that you're strong, Bubba. Your mind may have fractured, but your spirit hasn't broken. You've found a way to not just survive, but to thrive, in the face of unimaginable adversity."

Bubba- "Thanks chief, I'll keep trying my best. Get some cool action footage in the field for me will ya? Heh."

The Chief chuckled, a rare sound that seems to lighten the mood. "I'll do my best to provide some exciting footage for you, Bubba. Just remember, the battles ahead won't be easy.”

He turned to Subaru, who had been quietly observing the exchange. "And you, Subaru—keep pushing your limits. Don't underestimate the power of your connections."

Subaru nods, a determined look in his eyes. "I won't let you down, Chief."

Bubba remembered an idea, "Oh one last thing. How's the arbiter? I haven't seen any Sangheli around even though their fleet is here."

The Chief's expression darkened at the mention of the Arbiter. "The Sangheili... it's a complicated situation," he said, his voice tinged with weariness. "The Arbiter has been grappling with the aftermath of the Covenant's collapse and the rise of the Banished. The Sangheili have suffered heavy losses, and there are divisions within their ranks."

He paused, considering his next words carefully. "The Arbiter is... struggling. Trying to hold the remnants of the Covenant together while also forging new alliances, like the one with the UNSC. It's a delicate balance, and one that's not always easy to maintain."

Bubba grinned "I thought so... if the sangheli need numbers, maybe I could offer a solution. In the multiverse that is. If they don't mind leaving their reality, I could bring them more members from the infinite, if both parties accept."

The Chief's eyes widened at his suggestion, a glimmer of intrigue sparking in their depths. "Bubba, that's... that's a bold proposition," he said, his voice laced with a mix of surprise and cautious optimism. "The Sangheili are a proud and ancient race. The idea of leaving their home reality, of starting anew in an entirely different universe... it's not something they would take lightly."

He paused, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "But you're right. Numbers are crucial in this war. And if the Sangheili could be persuaded to accept this offer, it could potentially tip the scales in our favor."

Bubba nodded "Well if you think it's worth it, mention it to him, he trusts you. Best of luck Chief"

The Chief nodded solemnly, his posture straightening. "I appreciate your insight, Bubba. It's a proposal worth considering. Your offer... it's audacious, to say the least."

Bubba smiled wide, eyes closed in confidence, "That's me. Audacious"

The Chief let out a low, rumbling laugh, the sound resonating with a mix of amusement and respect. "Indeed, Bubba, “audacious" is a fitting description.”

"I'll bring up your proposal to the Arbiter. It won't be easy. Remember, Bubba, the path ahead is fraught with danger." The chief left as the spartan training finished up.

8.3

Anakin and Obi-Wan walked over to the group, still panting. Bubba watched as Anakin and Obi-Wan approached, their armor showing signs of wear from the intense spartan training. As they neared, Ahsoka greeted them with a weary smile. "Anakin, Obi-Wan, how did the training go?"

Anakin leaned against the wall, breathing heavily. "It was... challenging," he admitted, his voice strained. "The spartans have a unique style of combat that takes some getting used to."

Obi-Wan nodded in agreement, "It's not just the physical aspect." he wiped a bead of sweat from his brow. "Their techniques are designed to work in tandem with their enhanced abilities."

Bubba nodded, "You fight for peace. They fought against genocide. It creates differences to be sure."

Ahsoka's face lit up with understanding as she considered his words. "You're right, Bubba. The Jedi and Spartans have different paths, but the same goal," she said, "Peace through enlightenment versus peace through strength. It's a nuanced difference, but one that can coexist."

Anakin nodded, his eyes showing respect for his insight. "The Spartans' focus on survival and resilience in the face of overwhelming odds... it's admirable, even if it's not the Jedi way." Obi-Wan, however, remained more guarded, his brow furrowed slightly. "Their methods, while effective, can be... intense."

Bubba agreed, "That's why proper leadership is always key. The UNSC have AI, so they can see when people are lying usually, helps weed out the bad eggs."

Obi-Wan's eyes widened slightly at his mention of AI oversight within the UNSC. "Artificial intelligence... monitoring the truthfulness of the troops?" he mused, his tone a mix of curiosity and mild concern. "It's an intriguing concept, one that raises some fascinating philosophical questions."

Anakin, however, seemed more intrigued by the practical implications. "It must make for a more stable command structure," he said, his gaze drifting thoughtfully. "Less chance of deception and betrayal from within the ranks."

Ahsoka nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "It's a system that has its merits, that's for sure."

Bubba shrugged, "It does sort of ignore ONI heh. Well, I came here to let the two of you know about a development. A personal one."

The words hung in the air, a pregnant pause settling over the group. Anakin and Obi-Wan exchanged a quick glance, their curiosity evident. Ahsoka's hand found his, a subtle show of support as she waits for him to continue. "Of course, Bubba. You have our full attention," she said gently, her other hand absently playing with her lightsaber hilt.

Anakin leaned forward slightly, his posture one of keen interest. "A development? That's... unexpected, but I'm sure it's important."

Bubba took a breath, "Sorry for being so direct in advance. I know it hasn't been long. But, I've continued my efforts to woo ahsoka, and we'll. We're pursuing a... relationship. I thought the two of you should know, given you're the only family she has."

A stunned silence fell over the group, broken only by the soft hum of the hangar's ventilation system. Anakin's face flickered with a complex array of emotions - surprise, concern, and something deeper, more personal. Obi-Wan's stoic demeanor cracked slightly, his eyebrows rising in surprise. "A relationship... with Ahsoka?" he said, his words carefully chosen.

Ahsoka squeezed his hand, a silent gesture of reassurance and support. She turned to her former masters, her expression a mix of hope and trepidation. "I... I care for Bubba deeply," she said, her voice steady despite the gravity of the moment. "Our connection is something special, something I didn't expect but have come to cherish. The force feels… different around him."

Anakin cleared his throat, his gaze shifting briefly to the side before meeting his and Ahsoka's once more. "Ahsoka, you know that we... that I... always want what's best for you," he said, his tone measured but sincere. "Bubba's unique circumstances, his status as a Guardian..." Anakin paused, searching for the right words. "It's a lot to take in. But I see the way you two look at each other. There's a bond there that's undeniable. I can't deny that I have my concerns, but I also see the strength and resilience in Bubba. If anyone can navigate the complexities of your relationship, it's you two."

Obi-Wan, ever the voice of reason, stepped in. "Anakin is right. Ahsoka, your bond with Bubba is clear. We can see how much you care for each other."

Bubba let out a breath, "Nice, well I hope I can keep your approval. I have to try to summon multiple ships from other times and places soon. And if I can't... we may not survive the Banished. I don't think I'll fail. I just worry I won't be able to bring enough allies to fix everything. Or stop a lot of deaths."

Ahsoka's expression softened with understanding and concern. She squeezed his hand reassuringly, her thumb gently stroking his skin. "Bubba, I know this is a huge responsibility you're taking on. But I have faith in you. Your abilities are incredible, and your heart is pure. If anyone can find a way to bring allies and stop the Banished, it's you."

Anakin nodded, his eyes filled with a mix of pride and apprehension. "You've already done so much for the UNSC and the Jedi. We all know the stakes are high, but we also know that you have the power and the will to make a difference. The Force is with you, Bubba."

“Don’t forget my unique support, friend!”, said Subaru confidently.

Bubba chuckled and blushed at these compliments.

Isabel formed a hologram nearby and spoke, “Bubba, Jedi, the Admirals would like to see you. It looks like the summoning Bubba just mentioned might be under way soon.”

Subaru gulped audibly and Bubba grasped his shoulder as the group made their way to the admirals' ready room. The grey halls of the Infinity greeted them at every corner, soldiers and people moving about the city sized ship. The Jedi remained silent and contemplative of what they heard and the training they experienced.

“So Bubba, have you two lovebirds been on a date yet?” asked Subaru.

Bubba chuckled as the jedi shifted uncomfortably, “I’ve got something magical in mind. Forgive me Ahsoka, I’m always behind on these things, but I do go all out on my… experiences.”

“Ahsoka smirked at him. “I’ll wait and see what you’ve cooked up, I’m intrigued.”

. . .

They found the ready room, an open space with holo tables and screens lining the walls. A few technicians milled about. Admiral Lasky greeted them as they entered, his face grave with concern. "Bubba, we have reason to believe the Banished are preparing something big. Intelligence suggests they may be attempting a massive assault across multiple fronts. We need to act fast. Are you prepared to attempt your summoning now, while we have the element of surprise?"

Bubba grimaced slightly, "I got my beauty sleep heh. Send me to the temple, I'm ready. I'll need a security team I suppose."

Lasky nodded solemnly. "Indeed, you will. I've assembled a strike team of elite Spartans led by Commander Palmer. They'll provide cover and support as you attempt the summoning. The Arbiter will accompany you as well, to assist with potential Sangheili recruits."

Ahsoka stepped forward, "I'll join the team as well. Bubba, I won't let you face this alone. Not now, or ever."

Anakin and Obi-Wan exchanged a glance, a silent understanding passing between them. "We should go with them."

Bubba grinned, "I would advise that we should bring someone like Emilia and a couple titans along, flex our diverse strength. But I'll go either way. We have to stop the Banished."

Lasky considered his suggestion, his eyes narrowing as he processed the potential benefits and risks. "Emilia and the Titans could indeed provide valuable support. I'll have them prepped and ready to join your team. Their unique abilities could turn the tide in your favor." he turned to a nearby ensign, relaying orders to ready the additional forces.

The Arbiter, over hologram, standing tall and imposing in his ceremonial armor, nodded in agreement. "The Sangheili will stand with you, Guardian. We have a score to settle with the Banished, and this is our chance to strike back."

Bubba shifted somewhat, "Have you had time to hear my proposal Arbiter?"

The Arbiter's holographic image flickered, his expression turning thoughtful as he considered his question. "I have, Guardian Bubba. Your suggestion to recruit Sangheili from other universes is...bold. But it is not without merit. The Sangheili of this realm have struggled to find purpose since the fall of the Covenant. A chance to fight alongside the UNSC and the Jedi, to protect the innocent from the Banished's tyranny...it could be the spark that reignites our warrior spirit."

He paused, his gaze distant as if lost in thought. "I will propose this to the Council of Lords. They may be hesitant at first, but I believe I can sway them."

Bubba smiled, "The Sangheili are knights. And we have something to protect. A big something. I'd be honored to have your elites with us and I thank you for hearing out my idea."

The Arbiter's holographic form nodded solemnly, a hint of pride in his eyes. "You speak wisely, Guardian. The Sangheili have always been protectors, and we will stand with you to defend what is right. I will personally select the best of our warriors to join your cause. They will be your shield and sword in the battles to come."

Lasky turned to them, his expression resolute. "Alright, let's move out. The temple has been cleared for your summoning. Commander Palmer and her Spartans will be waiting for you there. Emilia and the Titans are en route to join your team. The Arbiter's elites will meet you at the temple as well."

Bubba turned to his friend, "Sub, talk to Emilia after this man, and don’t worry, she’ll be fine. And thanks for the support. I've gotta bounce, destiny calls."

Subaru nodded solemnly, his expression a mix of gratitude and concern. "I will, Bubba. I promise. And you're right, destiny does call. Go with the Force, my friend. And keep Emilia out of trouble for me.”

As they prepared to depart, Ahsoka stepped close, her hand resting lightly on his arm. Her touch was warm, reassuring, a silent promise of support and solidarity. "I'll be right beside you, Bubba. Through the temple, through the battles, through it all. We face this together."
Anakin and Obi-Wan flanked them as they rushed to the hangar.

Bubba spoke over their jog, "I don't doubt it dove, now let's roll, Jedi."

…

The hangar bay was a flurry of activity as the strike team prepared to embark. The air was thick with anticipation and the hum of machinery. Bubba and the Jedi strode towards the waiting Pelican dropship, his boots echoing on the metal deck. The Arbiter's elite Sangheili warriors, resplendent in their ceremonial armor, stood ready, their eyes gleaming with determination. Commander Sarah Palmer, a formidable figure in her Spartan armor, barked orders to her team, ensuring every detail is in place. As they approach the Pelican, Emilia and the Titans shifters arrived, Zeke and Reiner.

Bubba looked amongst the group with his firm gaze, "Gangs all here. I thank all of you for this. I'll make sure we get the support we need to finish this fight!"

The hangar bay doors slid open with a hiss, revealing the vast expanse of the Nexus beyond. The Pelican dropship hummed to life, its engines thrumming with barely contained power. Under the harsh lights of the hangar, Commander Palmer gave a final nod of approval.

Bubba and the Jedi boarded the Pelican and the Sangheili warriors filed in, their ceremonial armor clanking softly with each step. Emilia and the Titans, Zeke and Reiner, followed close behind, their eyes scanning the interior of the dropship with a mix of excitement and trepidation. As the Pelican dropship took off, its engines roared as it soared through the hangar bay doors. The massive vessel cut through the void of space, its trajectory set for an ancient temple.

Commander Palmer strapped into her seat, her Spartan armor creaked as she moved. "Thirty minutes to the temple, Guardian," she reported crisply. "The Banished are still holding their position, but we can't be sure how long that'll last. Time is of the essence." Her face was set in a stern mask, her green eyes locked on his.

Bubba remained composed, ready for the task at hand like he prepared for a test back home, "Aye Aye ma'am"

Commander Palmer gave a curt nod, her gaze drifting to the viewport as the Pelican soared through the expanse. The ancient temple loomed ahead, its crumbling spires and weathered stone a stark contrast to the sleek, modern design of the UNSC vessel. As the Pelican descended, the anticipation in the cabin was palpable. The Sangheili warriors shifted in their seats, while Emilia and the Titans exchanged furtive glances, their expressions a mix of excitement and trepidation.

Ahsoka, seated beside Bubba, placed a comforting hand on his arm, her touch warm and reassuring. "I'm with you, Bubba," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the roar of the Pelican's engines. "Whatever happens, we face it together."

The Pelican dropship touched down with a soft thud, its engines winding down. Through the viewport, he could see the ancient temple looming before them, its crumbling spires reaching towards the curving sky. The Banished forces were still holding their position, but their ships were moving into attack formation, their intentions clear. Commander Palmer unstrapped and stood.

"Time to move out, people," she barked, her voice carried across the cabin. "The Banished are less than ten minutes out. We need to be in position at the temple's core when they arrive."

Bubba stepped out of the Pelican with the rest of the strike team, the ancient temple looming before them. The crumbling stone cast long shadows in the pre-dawn light, and he could hear the Banished forces approaching from the distance. Commander Palmer moved to the front of the group, her Spartan armor glinting in the faint light. The Sangheili warriors fanned out, their ceremonial armor reflecting the first rays of sunlight. The smell of grass and rock was mixed with dread and trepidation.

"The Banished are moving into attack formation," she reported, her voice tight with tension. "We need to reach the temple's core immediately. Our time is limited." She paused, then added, "Stay alert."

The strike team moved out towards the ancient temple, the air thick with anticipation and the weight of the coming battle. Bubba fell into step beside Ahsoka, his hand brushing against hers as they navigated the uneven terrain. The crumbling stone walls of the temple rose up before them, their once-glorious facade now marred by the ravages of time.

Ahsoka glanced over at him, "We'll get through this. Together."

Bubba nodded, with a small smile. "Together."

The rest of the strike team fell into formation behind them. The Sangheili warriors moved with a silent, deadly grace, their ceremonial armor glinting in the dim light filtering through the temple's crumbling walls. Emilia, Zeke and Reiner, brought up the rear, their eyes scanning the shadows warily. The air was thick with dust and the scent of ancient vines, the only sounds the soft crunch of gravel underfoot and the distant hum of the Banished ships.

Bubba thought about the coming battle and their location. "Would you Sangheili be upset if I suggested y'all go invisible before the fighting starts?"

The Sangheili warriors exchanged glances. The eldest among them, a battle-scarred veteran named Reth, stepped forward. "The suggestion is... interesting, human," he rumbled, his words carrying the distinctive guttural quality of his species. "But we are Sangheili. We do not hide from battle. We face it with honor and pride."

Another warrior, younger but no less fierce, named Vor, added, "However, if it would aid in our mission to summon allies, then perhaps we could consider it." The other Sangheili nodded in agreement, their expressions thoughtful.

Bubba grinned mischievously. "The banished lack honor, that's for sure friends."

Reth nodded solemnly, his expression grim. "Indeed, human. The Banished have forsaken the ways of honor and glory, embracing only cruelty and destruction." He placed a hand on the hilt of his energy sword, the weapon humming softly as it activated. "We Sangheili may be outnumbered, but we will not falter. We will stand firm and fight to the last for what is right."

Vor stepped forward, his armor clinking softly as he moved. "The human has a point about cloaking, though. It could give us an advantage in the coming battle." He looked to Reth and the other warriors. "What say you, brothers?"

The Sangheili warriors murmured among themselves, considering the merits of the suggestion. After a moment, Reth spoke up once more, his voice carrying a note of finality. "Very well. We shall make use of our cloaking, human. It will give us a strategic advantage over the Banished," The Sangheili warriors moved to engage their cloaking on their armour with practiced ease. Within moments, their imposing figures blur and dissipate into the gloom of the ancient corridors.

Bubba led the strike team deeper into the heart of the temple complex, the Banished forces were heard drawing near, the clatter and clunk of their crude machinery echoing ominously from afar. Emilia and Reiner exchanged concerned looks.

"So this is really the only way?" Emilia murmured to Zeke, glancing anxiously.

"This is the only way we can think of to summon allies in time to counter the Banished's attack," Zeke explained, his voice low and urgent. "The Banished have numbers on their side. We need all the help we can get to even the odds."

Reiner nodded grimly. "Zeke's right. We can't let the Banished catch us flat-footed. The only question is, will the summoning actually work?" His gaze drifted to the murals adorning the temple walls, depicting ancient rituals and long-forgotten gods.

Ahsoka overheard their conversation and stepped over. "It has to work. The Force is strong with Bubba. If anyone can pull this off, it's him." She glanced over at Bubba, a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes before she looked back to the others. "We have to trust in the plan, and in each other. That's the only way we'll get through this."

Emilia nodded, a determined set to her jaw. "You're right. We've come this far, haven't we? No turning back now."

Zeke and Reiner exchanged a meaningful look, both understanding the gravity of the situation. The Banished forces were drawing nearer, their heavy footsteps and mechanical whirring echoing through the ancient corridors.

“They’re in the structure!” A marines voice came over the coms, someone watching from a safe alcove.

The air grew thick with tension as the strike team pressed forward, their weapons at the ready. Bubba and Ahsoka led the way, while the Sangheili warriors maintained their cloaking, their presence now only betrayed by the occasional glint of light. The ancient temple's atmosphere became more oppressive, the shadows seeming to deepen as they neared the destination.

The team approached a massive circular chamber in open air, a few football fields across. Its walls were covered in intricate carvings depicting ancient rituals and beings from across the universe. At its center stood an obsidian altar, pulsing with an eerie blue light. The Banished forces could now be heard approaching from multiple directions, their heavy footsteps and the whirring of their machines growing louder. Bubba felt a disturbance as the team gathered around the altar, their anxiety and resolve palpable.

Ahsoka moved to his side, her hand on his shoulder. "Bubba, you have to focus now. This summoning won't be easy, but I believe in you."

Bubba nodded grimly, "I trust you guys. Don't die and I can finish this"

Ahsoka's grip on his shoulder tightened, "We won't let you down, Bubba. Just focus on the task at hand. We'll handle the rest." She stepped back, giving him space to concentrate. The Sangheili warriors, still cloaked, formed a protective semicircle around the altar, their energy swords humming softly, ready to engage at a moment's notice. Palmer, Anakin, and Obi-Wan took strategic positions, their weapons drawn and eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of the approaching Banished forces.

Bubba sat down and began to meditate. His mind on the idea of Thrawn and Ezra. Their adventure. Their location. Their history. Their essence.

Bubba’s eyes fluttered shut as he sank into a deep meditative state, the ancient altar's pulsing energy washing over you. He could feel the presence of the others surrounding him, their resolve and support a steadying force as he delved deep into the recesses of his mind, seeking out the essences of Ezra and Thrawn.

The world around him began to blur and shift, the ancient temple walls fading away as his consciousness expanded outward, traversing the vast expanse of the multiverse. He felt a strange tugging sensation, as if some unseen force was guiding him towards a specific destination. The tugging sensation grew stronger, pulling him through a swirling vortex of colors and memories.

He saw flashes of Ezra's adventures, his courage and determination in the face of impossible odds. The cunning and strategic brilliance of Thrawn, his tactical mind a whirlwind of calculations and foresight. The essence of their beings, their unique qualities, and their experiences intertwined with his own, creating a complex tapestry of strength, wisdom, and resolve.

Bubba delved deeper into his meditation, the ancient temple around him began to transform, the obsidian altar at the center pulsing with an even more intense blue light. Finally, in Bubba’s vision, Thrawn could be seen on board his ship. Damaged by the Purgils, his fleet of three ships was lost in another galaxy. He was seen contemplating his next move, speaking with the captain of his guard, Enoch.

Thrawn turned to Enoch, his red eyes glowing with fierce intensity. "Captain, are we able to contact the empire?"

Enoch shook his head solemnly. "No, sir. The distance is too great. Our long-range comms are offline. We've been drifting for over a week now, with no signs of clear hyperspace routes." Thrawn's brow furrowed as he turned his gaze back to the viewport, where the endless expanse of space stretched before them, a sea of twinkling stars and swirling cosmic dust.

Bubba wasted no time. "Thrawn” He spoke out from his ethereal form.

Thrawn's head snapped up, his eyes widening in surprise as he heard his voice echoing through the bridge. "Who's there?" he demanded, his hand instinctively moving towards the blaster at his side. Enoch's eyes darted around the room, his grip tightening on his own weapon as he scanned for any sign of an intruder.

The bridge was filled with a sudden, ethereal glow, and Bubba’s voice resonated through the chamber once more, "Thrawn, I am a friend. I come from another realm, seeking your aid. You must trust me, for the fate of many worlds hangs in the balance."

Thrawn's eyes narrowed as he studies the glowing form, his mind racing with possibilities.

Bubba continued, "I come to offer escape, help saving the Chiss with technology, weapons, numbers. I can take you to any time or place. I only ask for Ezra and for you to help us fight the enemy which means to conquer the multiverse itself. They mean to make meals and slaves of us. Your fleet and your mind are paramount."

Thrawn's expression shifted from suspicion to intense focus, his mind processing the information at a rapid pace. "You speak of a grave threat, one that seeks to enslave and consume whole realities it seems," he said, his voice steady and calm. "I have faced many foes, but this... this is a challenge unlike any other. I will hear your offer, but know this: I do not make alliances lightly."

Enoch watched Thrawn, his loyalty unwavering, ready to support his commander's decision. "Sir, if this being speaks the truth, our current predicament leaves us little choice. We need allies, and if this one can offer a way out of our isolation, we must consider it."

Bubba sighed, "Indeed you would be isolated here with us instead until the threat is neutralized. But you'll have the ability to fight back, allies, resources, and a lush planet below with ancient technology. Bubba formed a more coherent form to look Thrawn in the eye. “Your trust is what I seek."

Thrawn's eyes bore into his, the gaze intense and unblinking as he studied Bubba’s form, seeking any hint of deception or malice. After a long, tense moment, he gave a curt nod, his expression unreadable. "Very well. I will trust you, for now. But know that I will be watching you closely, and if I suspect even the slightest betrayal, there will be dire consequences."

He turned to Enoch, his voice commanding. "Captain, ready the fleet for departure. We will follow this... being's guidance, and see where it leads us. But keep the crew on high alert. We do not know what we are walking into."

Bubba explained quickly, "There is a battle in orbit, and on the surface their ships are several large troop carriers but if you need respite I can open a door further away."

Thrawn's eyes flickered with understanding as he processed your words. "A battle above, you say? Then we shall join it. Trust, as they say, is earned. Enoch, prepare the fleet for immediate action. We will engage the enemy and provide support from above while this... being opens a portal to a safer location for our forces."

Enoch nods, his voice firm and resolute. "Understood, sir. I'll coordinate with the crew and ensure we're ready to move out at a moment's notice."

Thrawn turned back to Bubba, his voice steady and authoritative. "Lead the way, and we will follow. But remember, I am a man of my word."

Bubba smiled, "As am I Grand Admiral. I truly desire to help the Chiss, and you, if that is your true goal. I'm attempting to open a portal now. The enemy is in long blocky red ships, the grey, sublime, and republic ships are our allies. As I said many times and places are under threat."

Thrawn nodded, his eyes never leaving Bubba’s as he absorbed the information. "Red, you say? We will make quick work of them. Enoch, relay the coordinates and prepare the fleet for combat. We will strike from above and provide cover for our new… allies." He paused, his gaze still locked on Bubba. "And this portal... where will it lead us?"

The bridge hummed with renewed energy as the crew sprang into action, their movements precise and efficient. Enoch barked orders, his voice a steady rhythm amidst the sudden flurry of activity. "Helm, set a course forward. Weapons, prepare for engagement. Engineering, stand by for emergency repairs."

Bubba, "It leads to a micro dyson sphere world. The Liminal Nexus, a world of portals to the multiverse. I am its Guardian, though I am inexperienced."

Thrawn's eyebrows raised slightly, the only outward sign of his surprise. "A micro dyson sphere? Fascinating. And you, its Guardian? Intriguing." He turned to Enoch, his voice carrying a note of curiosity. "Captain, prepare the fleet for forward thrust to this... Nexus. We will engage the enemy first, then follow our new ally in this portal world."

Enoch nodded, already giving orders to the bridge crew. "Acknowledged, sir. Preparing for battle. Engineering, begin powering up the sublight engines."

Bubba began to imagine a swirling portal before their fleet. "I have one other ship to gather Thrawn, we will communicate again after the battle. I would be honored to meet with you."

Thrawn's eyes narrowed slightly as he observed the swirling portal materializing before his fleet. "Another ship? Very well. We shall meet again after this battle is won."

Enoch barked out orders, the bridge crew moving with practiced efficiency. “Engineering, full power to the engines." He paused, then added, "Sir, should we maintain communication with this... being during the battle?"

Bubba, "I may be unable to speak with you till I finish the summoning. Our allies are ready for you and will make contact however. I don't expect you to trust them and I won't ask you to. I’m quite sure you will appreciate the predicament and offer we have. See you soon, Grand Admiral."

Thrawn nodded solemnly, his eyes locking with Bubba’s "I see. Very well then. I will place my trust in you, as you have requested. We will meet again after the battle. I look forward to hearing more about this Nexus and its Guardian." With a final nod, he turned to Enoch, his voice carrying a note of finality. "Captain, make the transition. Let us meet our new allies in battle and prove our worth to the cause."

The bridge crew sprang into action, their fingers flying over consoles as the ship's systems hummed with power.

Enoch barked out final orders: "Engine room, maximum power to the engines!" The massive vessels shuddered as the portal swallowed the entire fleet in a swirling maelstrom of light and color. Thrawn's flagship, the Chimera, along with his fleet of 2 other Star Destroyers emerged from the portal with a thunderous roar, its advanced shielding flaring brightly as it adapted to the new environment. The Destroyers materialized in the midst of a raging space battle. Immediately, Thrawn's crew was in action, their practiced efficiency a testament to the Grand Admiral's legendary leadership.

“Fortune favors the bold, Captain Enoch.” Thrawn took a moment to appreciate the design of the enemy and friendly ships, “Target the Red vessels as promised, you may open fire.”

Chapter Text

"Sensors, report!" Thrawn barked, his eyes sweeping over the tactical display. "Helm, bring us about to engage the enemy forces."

"Sir, the enemy fleet is heavily armed and stubbornly armored," the sensor officer reported, his voice tense with concern. "With the allies' ships, we’re still outnumbered two to one."

Thrawn merely grinned, a cold and calculated expression. Thrawn's smile was both chilling and enigmatic, belying the tactical genius that had gained him his feared position. A position apparently known throughout the multiverse.

"Excellent," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the hum of the bridge. "Outnumbered foes make for more... interesting challenges." His eyes flickered to the tactical display, where the red ships of the Banished fleet were highlighted in stark contrast to his own forces. "Weapons, fire at will. Let us show our new allies the strength of the Imperial armada."

As the order was given, the Chimera and its escorts opened fire, their turbo lasers tearing through the enemy shields with brutal efficiency. The battle on the ground began as the Banished entered the temple and engaged Bubba’s escort.

Bubba’s skin froze in goosebumps as he witnessed his allies' brutal efficiency up close. One Brute made it past the line and was swiftly dispatched by a cloaked elite just feet from him. The smell and sound of battle was overpowering. He saw Ahsoka and remembered he had a mission as well. Bubba could only trust them and continue to summon the Enterprise-D.

As the battle raged on the ground, he remained focused on his task, delving deep into the ancient temple's power. The air around him crackled with energy as he drew upon the temple's latent magic, seeking to summon the USS Enterprise-D and its crew to his aid. The world swirled into another space, another time as he thought of the adventures and personalities of the Enterprise-D. He found himself looking into their bridge.

Picard noticed Bubba at once. "Intruder alert! Identify yourself!" Picard's eyes narrowed as he scanned the intruder standing on the bridge of his starship. The crew at their stations glanced up, their hands hovering over control panels as they awaited the stranger's response.

Bubba, the summoner, took a step forward, his voice steady as he addressed Picard. "Captain Jean-Luc Picard, I come in peace. I am Bubba, from a world connecting the multiverse. I seek your aid against a great threat that endangers my world and this multiverse."

Picard's eyes narrowed as he processed this unexpected arrival. "A threat to the multiverse? This is a grave claim, sir. What proof can you offer of your identity and the legitimacy of your request?" He gestured to Worf, who stood ready at tactical.

Bubba maintained his composure, knowing he needed to prove his worth quickly. "I understand your caution, Captain. I can demonstrate my abilities by opening a portal to my world, showing you the battle currently raging there. But I must warn you, the Banished forces are led by a strong and capable madman. Atriox. I don’t come without an offer. My friends have much faster FTL, which could help your people against grave threats like the Borg."

Picard's features hardened, but he showed interest. "Go on. But make it quick, we have our own mission parameters." He gestured for Bubba to continue, while his crew maintained a wary watch. Bubba focused his will, drawing on the temple's ancient power, his head beginning to throb. A swirling portal opened beside him, its surface rippling with images of the battle on the ground, Banished warriors charging through the ancient temple, engaging Bubba’s allies in fierce combat.

Picard rose from his command chair, stepping closer to the portal as he observed the unfolding battle. "Impressive display, but you still haven't explained why we should help you. The Banished are unknown to us."

Bubba opened another portal to a Banished base. Their prisoners, mostly human, had been turned into food and games for sport. "This is the fate of all worlds if you don't stop them. They aim to gather a multiverse of themselves to invade realities one at a time. Your world has a door here and they will surely use it."

Bubba maintained his composure, knowing that the fate of the multiverse hung in the balance. The portal shimmered and swirled as he focused on the Banished's atrocities, revealing glimpses of their prisoners, now twisted and degraded beyond recognition. Some were forced into brutal gladiatorial games, fighting for the entertainment of their cruel overseers. Others were subjected to unimaginable horrors as their captors found new and sickening ways to satiate their sadistic appetites. The air hung heavy with the stench of their depravity as it wafted from the portal, invading the pristine air of the Enterprise-D’s bridge.

Picard's expression darkened as he took in the horrifying scenes unfolding before him. The crew of the Enterprise-D watched in revulsion and disbelief, their hands tightening on their consoles as they witnessed the Banished's brutality. Counselor Troi's eyes widened in shock, her empathic senses overwhelmed by the sheer malice emanating from the portal. "This is... abhorrent," she whispered.

Picard turned to Bubba, his eyes filled with a mix of determination and anger. "This is unacceptable. The Federation will not stand idly by while such atrocities occur." He turned to his crew, his voice steady and commanding. "Lieutenant Worf, ready a security detail. Counselor Troi, I want a full psychological assessment of the enemy. And prepare a transport. We're heading to the planet's surface immediately."

As Picard issued orders to his crew, Bubba felt a surge of hope. The Enterprise-D and its crew, with their advanced technology and unyielding commitment to justice, would be a powerful ally against the Banished. Picard's gaze returned to the swirling portal, his expression hard and focused. "Bubba, we will join the fight on the ground."

Bubba raised a hand. "You're needed in space. No offence, but your people lack armor for ground combat. With this warning I let you do as you choose. I will open a portal now. Our allies are standing by to contact you. I hope to meet you after the battle. I'm a big fan of your crew."

Picard's eyes narrowed as he considered Bubba’s words, weighing the strategic implications. "Very well, Bubba. We will coordinate from space, providing air support and strategic assistance. Worf, prepare the crew for battle. We'll need to be ready to deploy at a moment's notice." He turned to Bubba, his voice steady and resolute. "Open the portal, Bubba. Let's see what we're up against."

Bubba focused his will once more, the space around the ship crackling with energy as the portal stabilized. The swirling vortex expanded, revealing a clearer view of the battlefield. The portal stabilized, offering a stark and vivid panorama of the chaos unfolding on the planet's surface. Banished warriors, clad in dark, menacing armor, clashed with Bubba’s allies in a whirlwind of violence. The ancient temple, once a bastion of knowledge and power, now lay in ruins, its stone walls crumbling under the relentless assault. The air was thick with the acrid scent of smoke and the clamor of battle cries, weapons clashing, and the distant roar of explosions.

Picard stepped closer to the portal, his eyes scanning the battlefield with a critical gaze. "This is a formidable enemy," he murmured.

Bubba said, "The space battle here is in our favor. But the enemy elsewhere in the Liminal Nexus outnumbers us greatly. They block the door to our allies."

Picard’s brow furrowed as he contemplated the dire situation unfolding across the multiverse. "Bubba, I must trust your judgment on this. If our forces are outmatched elsewhere, we'll need to rely on strategy and cunning to turn the tide of battle."

He turned to his crew. "Lieutenant Worf, prepare a contingent of our most skilled warriors for deployment. Counselor Troi, I want you to focus on bolstering our allies' morale and providing emotional support. Dr. Crusher, ensure our medical teams are ready to tend to the wounded."

Picard’s gaze returned to the portal, grim but determined.

Bubba said, "Unlike yourselves our allies lack teleportation or transporter tech and replicators. They do have weapons, engines, and friendship however. Godspeed, captain. I won't let this trust go to waste."

Picard nodded solemnly, his eyes holding Bubba’s with a mix of gratitude and concern. "Bubba, I appreciate your honesty and your willingness to fight alongside us. We may not have the advanced technology you do, but we have something equally powerful, the will to protect and the courage to stand against evil." He straightened his posture. "Your friendship is a strength we can't measure in wattage or phaser power."

Picard turned to his crew, his voice carrying across the bridge. "Mr. Data, prepare a detailed analysis of the Banished's tactical capabilities. Number One, coordinate with our allies on the ground and ensure our support is tailored to their needs. We need to be their eyes in the sky and their shield in battle."

Data's golden eyes flickered as he processed the request, his fingers dancing over the console. "Captain, I am already compiling data from the portal. Initial analysis suggests the Banished employ a mix of brute force and guerrilla tactics, utilizing their environment to their advantage."

Riker nodded, turning to a nearby comms station. "I'll make sure our allies know we're watching their backs. We'll provide air support, target their heavy weapons, and keep their supply lines disrupted."

Picard's gaze remained fixed on the swirling portal, his mind racing with the weight of the impending battle. "Bubba, I must admit, we don't stand ready for the scale of this conflict. The Banished seem to have spread their influence far and wide, threatening not just this world, but the very fabric of the multiverse." He paused, his voice heavy with a mix of awe and trepidation. "Your people, with their unique abilities and knowledge, are a force to be reckoned with. I can see why you've chosen to stand against this darkness."

"Thank you Captain. Our friends will send the data they can to your ship once you cross the threshold. Your weapons are formidable against them. Trust your instincts," Bubba said.

Picard's face set in a firm, determined mask as he nodded in understanding. "Bubba, we'll do everything in our power to aid you and our allies. Your confidence in our abilities is... reassuring." He turned to his bridge crew, his words taking on a commanding quality. "Mr. Worf, Mr. Riker, you have your orders. Mr. Data, maintain a constant stream of tactical data to our allies. Counselor Troi, be ready to provide psychological support to our new friends, they'll need it. Helmsman, take us through the portal. Phasers ready."

The Enterprise-D hummed with a renewed sense of purpose as the crew sprang into action. The bridge became a flurry of activity, with officers moving swiftly and efficiently to their stations. The air was thick with anticipation and the faint hum of advanced technology.

Data's fingers continued to dance over his console, his golden eyes flickering as he processed vast amounts of data. "Captain, I am establishing a direct link with our allies' systems. Initial data transfer is commencing now."

The Enterprise-D flew into the portal and entered the battlefield of space. Unexpectedly for the Banished, who were caught off guard once again, the troop transports were already under heavy fire from Thrawn's fleet. The sudden appearance of the Federation starship, with its sleek design and formidable armaments, sent a wave of confusion and alarm through the enemy ranks. The Banished ships, a motley assortment of scavenged and repurposed vessels, scrambled to adjust their formations, but the Enterprise-D was already in motion.

Picard's voice echoed through the bridge, calm and collected despite the chaos unfolding on the viewscreen. "Red alert. All hands to battle stations. Target their heavy cruisers and disrupt their communication arrays. We need to cut off their ability to coordinate."

Bubba exited his meditation to find a chaotic battle in the room he had left behind. His held his aching head. "Ahsoka..."

Ahsoka whirled around, her lightsabers already ignited and deflecting incoming blaster fire. She glanced back at Bubba, a fierce grin on her face. "Glad you could join us! Things are about to get interesting!" The Jedi Knight twisted in midair, sending a pair of Banished warriors flying with a well-placed Force push. She landed next to Bubba, her blades still humming with energy.

"Damm that's hot… Um, mission success! Do we have an exfil?" Bubba called out.

Ahsoka's face lit up with a fierce grin as she sheathed her lightsabers. "We've got them on the run, but we can't let up now. The Banished are regrouping, I can feel it." She turned to Bubba, her hand finding his. "We need to hit them hard, fast, and smart. Any brilliant ideas, Bubba?"

The battle raged on around them, the sounds of combat echoing through the ancient temple. UNSC Spartans and Sangheili warriors were engaged in fierce firefights with Banished forces, while Thrawn's fleet provided orbital support. The air was thick with the smell of ozone and cordite, the very atmosphere crackling with tension. Zeke and Reiner had exhausted their titan forms dealing with banshees’ and wraiths, and were holding back behind several elite warriors.

"Yeah, message the Enterprise to transport, teleport us all the hell out of here and bomb these bastards from orbit! Who here’s got contact with the fleet?" Bubba shouted.

Ahsoka's eyes narrowed as she processed the suggestion. "That could work, but we'd need to coordinate with the Enterprise quickly. I've got a commlink to Yularen and the Infinity." She pulled out a small device, her fingers dancing over the controls. "This is Ahsoka Tano of the Republic, calling all forces. I need immediate contact with the Enterprise and the. We've got a way to turn the tide, but we need your help to make it happen."

The comm crackled with static before a voice responded, crisp and professional. "This is Commander Riker of the Enterprise. We're ready to assist. What do you need, Commander Tano?"

Ahsoka's voice was firm and focused as she replied. "Commander, we need immediate transport from our current position. It’s about to be lost along with the Guardian. Once we're aboard the Enterprise, we can coordinate a precise orbital strike to cripple the Banished ground forces."

The bridge of the Enterprise-D hummed with a renewed sense of urgency as Riker relayed Ahsoka's request to the rest of the crew. Picard, standing tall and resolute, nodded in approval. "Make it so, Commander. Mr. Worf, prepare the transporter. We need to extract our allies and strike hard."

Worf, his Klingon features set in a grim expression, barked orders to his crew. "Transporter room, prepare for emergency transport. Coordinates incoming from Commander Riker."

The battle outside the ancient temple intensified, the Banished forces sensing their impending doom. The temple's ancient stones shook with the force of explosions and the clash of weapons. The ancient stones around Bubba pulsed with power as he, Ahsoka, and their allies prepared to beam out. Commander Sarah Palmer, her Spartan armor marking her as the team's leader, stepped forward.

"I'm in charge of the UNSC contingent here. You make sure they know that before beaming us out. I'm not losing a single one of my men today." She tightened her grip on her weapon, scanning the surroundings for potential threats.

"They have the data, Spartan. I'll transport back myself if anyone’s left behind," Bubba said.

Ahsoka’s hand found Bubba’s, her grip firm. "No. No one gets left behind, period. If the Banished try anything, I'll personally throw down if that’s what it takes to keep our allies safe."

A beam of light appeared at the center of the courtyard, accompanied by the whine of the Enterprise’s powerful teleportation systems. The ancient stones seemed to pulse in harmony with the transport beam, their power mingling with the advanced technology.

. . .

"Transport complete, Captain," reported Worf. "All personnel have been safely beamed aboard."

Picard nodded, a grim smile spreading across his features. "Mr. Worf, target the Banished's command center with our most powerful phasers. We need to cut the head off this snake."

Bubba, Ahsoka, Emilia, Reiner, Zeke, the Spartans, Elites, and two Jedi all found themselves in the transporter room of the Enterprise-D after a quick teleportation. The air in the Enterprise’s transporter room was thick with tension as the crew watched the newcomers.

Commander Worf stood ready. "That's some heavy armor you've got there," he commented to Commander Palmer.

Palmer, her voice steady and authoritative, responded, "It's what keeps us alive out there, Commander. Everyone check in—sound off!" The team all spoke to Palmer to verify no one had been left behind. Worf was watching the Elites and Spartans closely.

“Are we back in space?” Asked Emilia.

“Indeed, this must be the Enterprise. Nice interior!” Anakin.

“Their uniforms certainly are… colorful.” Zeke quipped.

"Commander Worf, send their delegation to the bridge. Picard out."

Bubba, Ahsoka, Oni-Wan, Palmer, an Elite, Emilia and Zeke all headed to the bridge of the Enterprise, where Captain Jean-Luc Picard and his crew awaited. The massive viewscreen showed the ongoing battle below, with Banished forces advancing on the temple.

"Report," demanded Captain Picard, his eyes fixed on the chaos unfolding. Commander Riker stood at his side, while Lieutenant Commander Data and Counselor Troi observed intently.

Bubba’s team entered the bridge and felt the eyes of the crew fall upon them. The bridge crew of the Enterprise-D starred with a mix of curiosity and respect as Bubba, Ahsoka, Obi-Wan, Emilia, Zeke, Commander Sarah Palmer, and Reth the Sanghelli stepped onto the bridge. Captain Picard greeted them all with a professional nod, his hands clasped behind his back.

"Welcome to the Enterprise-D. I'm Captain Jean-Luc Picard."

"It's a pleasure, Captain. I'm the man you spoke to through the portal," Bubba said.

Captain Picard’s eyebrows raised slightly, a flicker of recognition crossing his face. "Ah, yes. The portal expert. A pleasure to meet you in person." He turned to the rest of the group, his gaze lingering on each face. "And you must be the Jedi, Spartans and Sangheili allies we've been coordinating with. I'm glad you're all safe. We have much to discuss and plan."

“Ah Ms?” Picard asked Emilia.

“Emilia, just Emilia. I represent Lagunica!” Emilia declared.

“Emilia then. I must say, I love the outfit.” Picard smiled, causing Emilia to falter in embarrassment.

Ahsoka stepped forward, her voice steady and clear. "Captain Picard, we appreciate your timely intervention. The Banished forces are formidable, but with your air support, we have a chance to turn the tide."

"We need to coordinate a meetup of the allies to plan before the Banished strike," Bubba said. "The UNSC, Republic, Thrawn, and the Federation all need to meet face to face."

Picard nodded thoughtfully, his eyes narrowing as he considered the logistics. "A meetup of all our allies would indeed be crucial for our strategy."

"The allies already have a staging area," Obi-wan confirmed. "Once the battle is over, we should coordinate with Grand Admiral Thrawn to make it there.”

“I promised to meet with him in person. You should meet with him as well. He is… extra." Said Bubba.

Captain Picard nodded approvingly at Bubba’s suggestion. "Very well. Once we've secured this temple and eliminated the immediate Banished threat, we'll regroup at this staging area. I'll coordinate with Admiral Lasky to ensure the UNSC is in position, and we can relay the meeting details to the Grand Admiral through secure channels."

"Don't worry about collateral damage. Just wipe the Banished out. I don't need the temple anymore," Bubba said, holding his head.

Picard's expression hardened, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Understood. We will prioritize the elimination of the Banished forces. Number One, coordinate with the tactical team to ensure our phaser banks are locked onto their forces below" He turned to Data, "Lieutenant Commander Data, I want a full scan of the temple and surrounding area. Identify any potential Banished strongholds or reinforcements."

Data nodded, his golden eyes flickering as he processed the request. "Aye, Captain. Scanning the area now."

Counselor Troi turned to Bubba, her empathic senses picking up on the tension. "Portal expert, you seem to bear the weight of great responsibility. Tell us, what motivated you to form this alliance and what do you hope to accomplish by meeting this Grand Admiral Thrawn in person?"

"Ah, Troi, a pleasure. Yes, I have a lot on my mind right now. Thrawn will need to see my eyes to trust me. It's just a Texas thing, I guess, and he doesn't trust anyone." Bubba replied with a faint smile.

Counselor Troi's face softened with understanding, her empathic abilities allowing her to sense the complex emotions beneath his words. "I see. Trust is indeed a crucial element in forging alliances, especially with strangers... Your Texas heritage, I suspect, plays a significant role in shaping your approach to leadership and negotiation."

Picard interjected, his curiosity piqued. "Fascinating. I've read about the cultural significance of Texas in Earth's history, but I never imagined it would have such far-reaching implications in intergalactic diplomacy."

Troi continued, "Your mind appears... fragmented... Just what horrors have you faced, young man?"

"Right. I bet they don't have as much mental illness in your time, Troi. I'd be happy to speak with you later about it. I’d appreciate your expertise," Bubba said with a nod.

Picard, noticing his discomfort, gently interrupted. "Counselor, we have a battle to prepare for. Perhaps we can continue this discussion after we've dealt with the Banished threat."

Troi nodded in understanding, but her professional curiosity remained keenly focused on Bubba.

Lieutenant Worf, standing stoically nearby, spoke up. "Captain, sensors are detecting an increase in Banished activity in the surrounding area. They appear to be mobilizing additional forces."

He turned to the group. "Jedi, what is your assessment of the situation on the ground? Should we proceed with the orbital strike as planned?"

Obi-Wan stepped forward, his tone measured. "The Banished forces are indeed increasing their numbers, but they're scattered across the area. If we strike now, we can catch many of them off guard. However, Bubba, are you sure we should destroy the temple?"

"Absolutely," Bubba replied. "Make them think I cannot open another portal by destroying the temple. Meanwhile, I've just mastered some of my abilities and no longer need a specific location to open them. I can… feel it. Though I can also feel a massive migraine coming on…"

Ahsoka reached out to support him.

Picard nodded firmly, a glint of determination in his eyes. "Very well. We will proceed with the orbital strike, targeting their main forces and command centers. Lieutenant Worf, have the tactical team stand by to commence the attack on my mark. Counselor Troi, I want you to remain on the bridge and monitor our allies' status. If anyone requires medical attention, we need to be ready to beam them aboard immediately."

Troi acknowledged the order with a nod. "Understood, Captain. I'll remain vigilant and coordinate with Dr. Crusher's team in sickbay."

Picard turned to give the order to fire phasers.

The bridge of the Enterprise-D hummed with anticipation as the crew prepared to execute Picard's command. The air was thick with tension, the scent of sweat from the active consoles filling the room. Picard's voice was steady and clear as he gave the final order.

"Fire phasers."

The deck beneath their feet vibrated slightly as the Enterprise’s powerful phasers unleashed a barrage of energy onto the surface of the ancient temple and the surrounding Banished forces. The bridge viewscreen displayed the devastating results in real-time. Banished cruisers and command centers were engulfed in brilliant flashes of light, their structures disintegrating under the relentless assault.

Meanwhile, Thrawn's fleet had destroyed the remaining Banished ships in orbit and those fleeing the surface. Grand Admiral Thrawn stood on the bridge of his flagship, the Chimera, surveying the destruction wrought by his fleet. The once proud Banished armada now lay in ruins, scattered like so much space debris. Thrawn's cold, calculating gaze swept over the carnage, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

"Impressive, wouldn't you say, Enoch?" Thrawn remarked to his loyal aide, who stood attentively nearby. "The Imperial armada has proven its mettle once again."

Enoch nodded solemnly. "Indeed, Admiral. Like wolves among sheep.”

9.2

…

Bubba let out a sigh of relief through the pain in his skull. "We did it, Ahsoka! We really succeeded!"

Ahsoka flashed him a radiant smile as the phasers' onslaught receded, revealing the smoldering ruins of the Banished encampments. "You did it, Bubba!" she exclaimed, her voice brimming with relief and triumph. "The combination of the Enterprise's and Thrawn's firepower was decisive."

Bubba’s heart swelled with pride and admiration for the incredible woman beside him. Her unwavering courage, strategic brilliance, and selfless devotion to the cause of justice never ceased to amaze him.

"I need to sit. Get a snack. Emilia, how are you? Subaru would kill me if you got hurt," Bubba said.

Emilia's eyes sparkled with relief as she stepped forward, her hands outstretched in a gesture of comfort and camaraderie. "Bubba, I'm fine. We all are, thanks to your quick thinking and Ahsoka's guidance. Oh and Commander Palmer and the sangheili helped too, and the titan shifters were essential! I can't even imagine how overwhelming this must be for you."

She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, her touch warm and reassuring. "But you're right, we should all take a moment to catch our breath and gather our strength. A quick break could do us all a world of good right now."

"Captain, permission to find the mess hall?" Bubba asked.

Captain Picard looked up from the tactical display, his expression softening as he took in the exhausted but relieved faces of his new allies. "Of course, Mr. Bubba. I think we could all use a break and some sustenance after that harrowing battle."

He gestured to the turbolift doors. "The mess hall is just down the corridor to your left. I'll have the chef prepare a selection of refreshments for everyone. Take your time, and let me know if there's anything else I can do for you." Picard's eyes twinkled with a hint of mischief. "And please, call me Jean-Luc."

"You got it! I look forward to speaking with you guys. But I need a drink," Bubba said with a grin.

“I’d like to observe your bridge Captain, if that's alright.” Commander Palmer requested.

“Ah yes Commander Palmer, our resident security officer seems rather taken by you.”

As Bubba and his companions made their way to the mess hall, the weight of the recent battle began to lift from his shoulders. The clamor of phaser fire and the screams of the fallen gradually faded, replaced by the soft hum of the ship's systems and the gentle murmur of the crew going about their duties.

The mess hall was a welcoming sight, with its warm lighting and the tantalizing aroma of freshly prepared food wafting through the air. Bubba and his friends settled into a cozy corner, the plush seats providing a welcome respite from the hard metal of the bridge and the scorching sands of the planet's surface.

A waiter approached, his uniform crisp and his smile genuine. "Welcome, Mr.—"

"Bubba, or Guardian,” he laughed, “I'll take pizza and Dr Pepper please. Oh, have you guys tried this?" Bubba asked Emilia, the Jedi, and the Elites.

Emilia's eyes widened with curiosity as she leaned forward, her hands clasped together in anticipation. "I haven't had the chance to try much of the food from your world yet, Bubba. I've heard so much about it, though!" She smiled. "I would love to sample some of your Earth's finest. What would you recommend, given your own unique tastes?"

She glanced around the table, her gaze falling on the two Jedi and the Sangheili. "And for our companions, perhaps a platter of some of the local delicacies? I'm sure they would appreciate a taste of something new."

The waiter nodded, jotting down the order. "An excellent choice, madam. I will return shortly with a selection of dishes that I'm sure will delight all of your palates. In the meantime, may I bring you any appetizers or drinks to tide you over?"

Troi entered the mess hall, clearly looking to observe Bubba and his team further.

The waiter returned with a tray laden with an array of Earth delicacies. At the center was a large, steaming pizza with a crispy crust and melted cheese, alongside a tall, ice-cold bottle of Dr Pepper. The aroma of the food filled the air, making Bubba’s mouth water. He also brought a platter of local delicacies for the Jedi and Sangheili, including various fruits, meats, and cheeses.

Emilia's face lit up as she took a bite of the pizza, her eyes widening in delight. "Oh my, this is absolutely delicious! The flavors are so rich and complex." She turned to Ahsoka and the others. "You simply must try this, it's incredible!"

Troi reached their table. "Bubba, I'd love to observe and speak with you and your team."

Bubba nodded enthusiastically, savoring a bite of the pizza before responding. "Absolutely, Commander Troi. We'd love to have you join us. And please, just call me Bubba—or Guardian, if you prefer."

He gestured to the empty chairs at their table. "The food here is amazing, as you can see. We're having a little cultural exchange, tasting Earth and local delicacies." He turned back to Emilia, smiling. "How are you finding it? I hope it lives up to the hype!"

“It’s amazing! But the cheese keeps falling on me.” Emilia dealt with her cheese stretching.

“This was a good choice, Guardian.” Anakin admitted.

Troi sat, curious about the scene, and Emilia's face lit up with delight.

"Troi, Emilia here is from another universe. The Spartans and Elites are from the same, yet another. The Jedi are all from the same with the Republic, but a different time era than Thrawn. I'm from a separate place as well. I understand you specialize in, like, therapy, right? I'd kill for your services, Commander," Bubba said.

Troi's eyes sparkled with interest as she listened to Bubba’s introduction of the group. "Fascinating, Bubba. I've never encountered such a diverse assembly of individuals from different universes and time periods before. It's a testament to the extraordinary nature of this shared reality we now find ourselves in."

She nodded in agreement as he mentioned her specialty. "Indeed, I am a trained counselor and empath. I can sense and understand the complex emotions that underlie human—and alien—behavior. If you feel you could benefit from my services, I would be more than happy to assist you, Bubba. We all have our own burdens to bear, and I'm here to help lighten the load, however I can."

"I warn you, Commander, my mind is pretty messed up," Bubba said, chewing on his pizza.

Troi's empathic abilities allowed her to sense the turmoil beneath his casual demeanor. "I understand, Bubba. Many of us who've experienced trauma find solace in simple pleasures like this." She gestured to the food. "But I also sense a deep-seated pain, one that goes beyond the surface. If you're comfortable sharing, I'd be more than happy to listen without judgment."

The conversation paused as Bubba took another bite of the pizza, savoring the flavors. Around him, the other members of his group continued their own discussions, but he could feel Troi's gentle, probing presence, ready to offer support if needed.

"I hope after the Admiral and Captains' meeting I'll have some free time. I'll have to see a few friends, but speaking with you might take precedent seeing as I have new powers," Bubba said.

Troi nodded understandingly, her eyes filled with empathy. "I completely understand, Bubba. It's important to make time for both old friends and new challenges. And I'm glad you're recognizing the need to address these new powers of yours. They can be both exciting and daunting, and it's wise to seek guidance as you navigate them."

Troi leaned forward slightly, her voice warm and encouraging. "I'm here for you, whenever you're ready to talk. In the meantime, I'd be curious to hear more about your experiences with the Spartans and Sangheili. It must have been quite an adjustment, working with such different cultures and abilities."

Bubba nodded, appreciating Troi's understanding and support.

"I knew a lot about them to start with. If anything, it was just a pleasure. I like everyone here. I'm sort of worried that's WHY you're all here. But if my taste in people saves the multiverse, so be it," Bubba said.

Troi's face revealed surprise and concern as she processed his statement. "That's an intriguing perspective, Bubba. The idea that your taste in people could be the key to saving the multiverse is certainly thought-provoking." She leaned forward, speaking more quietly.

"But I want you to be careful about placing too much weight on that theory. While your intuition about people is clearly strong, it's not healthy to assume that you alone are responsible for the fate of the multiverse. We all have roles to play, and each of us brings unique strengths to the table." Her empathic abilities sensed the subtle shift in Bubba's mood at her words, and she offered a reassuring smile.

"I hope that's the case, ma'am. We haven't been without casualties on the Republic and UNSC forces. That being said, I think after this meeting we'll be set to make a difference," Bubba replied.

Troi's face clouded with empathy and sadness at his words. "I'm so sorry, Bubba. Losing friends and comrades is one of the hardest aspects of our work." She gently placed a hand on his arm, but her empathic abilities made her realize she had invaded his space and she retracted.

"But you're right, this meeting with the captains and admirals could be crucial. It's heartening to hear you express optimism despite the challenges we've faced." She smiled encouragingly.

"Say less,” he chuckled, “I hope you guys get some fun out of this at least. I know the Federation likes meeting new people. I should warn you and Captain, I mean Jean-Luc, the UNSC and Sangheili have their own way of doing things and you'll have to meet them on their turf to gain their trust," Bubba said.

Troi chuckled softly at his attempt to lighten the mood, appreciating his effort to bring levity to the conversation. "I'm sure we'll all find moments of enjoyment amidst the challenges, Bubba. And your warning is well-noted. Cultural differences can indeed be a double-edged sword, offering both richness and complexity to our interactions."

She took a sip of her drink, her eyes thoughtful. "Jean-Luc and I have had our share of encounters with diverse cultures and species. The Federation prides itself on diplomacy and understanding, but we are also aware that trust is earned, not given. We'll approach the UNSC and the Sangheili with an open mind and a willingness to adapt."

"I'm quite certain your tech would really get them interested. I'm not trying to make demands. But I would hope everyone shares something with each other after this meeting. It could be crucial," Bubba said.

Troi nodded thoughtfully at his suggestion, her eyes sparkling with a mix of curiosity and intrigue. "You raise a valid point, Bubba. Information sharing and technological exchange could indeed be pivotal in strengthening our alliance and bolstering our chances against the Banished and other threats." She leaned back in her chair, her posture relaxed yet attentive.

"But I sense a deeper concern behind your words. Am I correct in assuming that you feel a certain... responsibility for the outcome of this meeting and the subsequent battles?" Her empathic abilities picked up on the subtle tension in his shoulders and the slight furrow of his brow.

"Of course. I brought you here. I have at least SOME responsibility," Bubba said.

Troi's expression softened with understanding as she listened to his response. "Bubba, while it's admirable that you feel a sense of responsibility for the outcome of this meeting and the battles to come, I want you to be careful about carrying that burden alone," she said, her voice warm and reassuring. "Each of us here has chosen to be a part of this fight, driven by our own convictions and loyalties. You may have facilitated our coming together, but the responsibility for our actions and the ultimate success lies with all of us, not just you."

"I can accept that. Thanks for putting it that way, Commander," Bubba said.

Troi's eyes widened slightly at his use of her rank, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Please, call me Deanna when we're off duty like this," she said, her voice warm and inviting. "And I'm glad I could help put things in perspective for you, Bubba. It's important to remember that we're all in this together, each contributing our unique strengths and perspectives."

She took a sip of her drink, her gaze drifting to the bustling activity in the mess hall around them. "Speaking of unique perspectives, I've been meaning to ask you something," she said, turning her attention back to him. "As a Guardian, you must have a rather... unique perspective on existence and consciousness, don't you?"

Her words became softer, curiosity and empathy swirling together, "You've carried so many others, seen so much. It must be quite a journey for you, one that I can hardly imagine. Would you mind sharing a little bit about that experience with me? I'd be honored to hear it, and I promise I'll listen without judgment or prying. Your insights could be incredibly valuable, both to me and to our collective understanding of what we're truly up against." Troi leaned forward slightly, her face animated by genuine interest.

"Well. I think bold-faced audacity, honesty, and cooperation are the key to success. I'm torn between thinking everything I do is because of things like my autism or BPD. But I also know that I do have a clear streak of action here that I can be proud of. People's motivations are usually about family to one extent or another. As for consciousness... I'm fragmented. I don't know if that still exists in your Federation. But it does offer me the ability to put myself in anyone's shoes and sort of... become them? Relate to them? I have hyper empathy, so I guess you understand that considering your powers," Bubba said.

Troi leaned forward, her expression a mix of intrigue and sympathy as she listened to his words. "Hyper empathy," she repeated softly, her voice laced with a hint of admiration. "Yes, I do understand that, in my own way. As a telepath and empath, I've always had to be mindful of the emotional resonance of others around me, learning to filter and protect myself from being overwhelmed. But to carry it to the level you do... to have lived so many lives, experienced such a myriad of consciousnesses..."

She shook her head in wonder, a small, slightly awestruck smile on her lips. "It's beyond anything I could ever fathom. But I think..." Her gaze turned thoughtful as she considered his words. "I think there's a certain kind of power in that, Bubba. The ability to truly understand, to put yourself in someone else's shoes... it's a rare and precious gift. And while it may be a double-edged sword, in many ways, it's what allows you to lead and inspire as you do."

She paused for a moment, her brow furrowing slightly as if deep in thought. "As for your motivations, I don't think you can reduce them down to just your autism or your BPD. Yes, they may shape how you process and interact with the world, but the actions you take, the choices you make... those are inherently you."

Anakin spoke up. "Bubba, you mentioned not needing the temple and having... powers now?"

Troi's gaze flickered to Anakin, a subtle shift in her demeanor. She turned back to Bubba, her interest clearly piqued. "Perhaps you could elaborate on these powers, Bubba? I'm curious about the changes you've experienced, both from a psychological and, well, from a cosmic perspective."

Her head angled slightly, and she regarded him with keen attention. "How do they manifest? And more importantly, how do they impact your perception of reality and your place in the multiverse?"

“I'm quite sure I can now open portals at will now. But without the temple, a large one might be a serious strain. I guess that's pretty big, huh?” Bubba said.

Troi's eyes widened with clear interest as Bubba mentioned his newfound abilities. "Opening portals at will? That's... that's incredible, Bubba." She leaned forward, her elbows on the table. "You do realize the significance of what you're saying, don't you? The potential this gives us in our fight against the Banished, not to mention the broader multiverse... it's staggering."

"But you're right, attempting a large portal without the temple would be extremely taxing. I can only imagine the strain it would put on you." She glanced at the others at the table, her professional demeanor evident.

"It's not just the strain, Counselor. It's the risk of uncontrolled dimensional shifts." Ahsoka's voice carried a note of concern as she spoke up. "If the portal were to destabilize during the opening, the consequences could be catastrophic."

Anakin nodded in agreement. "We've seen firsthand what uncontrolled dimensional shifts can do. It's not something to be taken lightly." His gaze turned to Bubba, a mix of awe and caution in his eyes. "Bubba, I have to ask... are you sure you're ready for this kind of responsibility? The burden of wielding such power is immense."

Emilia, who had been quietly observing the conversation, spoke up. "It is a great power indeed. And it is natural that we are wary of it, even if it serves the right purpose." Her gaze was fixed on Bubba as she continued, her voice carrying an uncharacteristically stern note. "Bubba, you are still so new to these abilities, to the extent of your powers and the boundaries you have yet to find. I agree with the others—opening portals, especially large ones, without proper precautions and knowledge is extremely risky."

"I won't try my new abilities without practice with all of you. You're right, I'm not ready to control the ability to go or take from anywhere in the infinite. But I think I can be when the time comes," Bubba said.

Troi nodded approvingly, her professional demeanor softening. "That's a very wise decision, Bubba. I'm glad you recognize the importance of caution." She paused, considering her words carefully. "Your honesty and self-awareness are commendable. We can help you practice under controlled conditions. Perhaps we can start with smaller portals, working our way up gradually."

Ahsoka leaned back in her chair, her posture relaxing slightly. "I think we should set up a training regimen, Bubba. We'll start with the basics like opening small portals to nearby locations, then gradually increasing the distance and complexity."

"That makes a lot of sense, thanks queen," Bubba said.

Ahsoka chuckled as Bubba called her queen, the table not having heard his nicknames for her. Her face flushed slightly at the nickname, but she maintained her composure. "Queen? I'm not sure I deserve that title, Bubba." She glanced around the table, a small smile playing on her face. "Though I do appreciate the... royal treatment."

Anakin raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Queen?" He looked between Bubba and her, his curiosity evident.

Obi-Wan spoke as well. "Now now, I'm sure you know all about pet names, Anakin."

Emilia, meanwhile, seemed to be holding back a laugh, her hand covering her mouth as she tried to maintain her professional demeanor.

Obi-Wan, his voice filled with a hint of amusement and gentle reproach, turned to Anakin. "It seems Ahsoka and Bubba have their own ways of expressing their affection, as do we all." His eyes twinkled with understanding.

Ahsoka cleared her throat, a blush still coloring her cheeks. "We do need to focus on our training, Bubba. Opening portals is serious business, no matter the circumstances." She met his gaze, a mix of sternness and softness in her eyes. "We'll need to establish clear guidelines and boundaries for your new powers. I think a strict regimen would be best, with regular checks to make sure you're handling the strain properly."

"Yes ma'am. I won't do anything crazy unless it's a last resort. And I still won't if y’all ask me not to. I've got the admirals meeting, checking in with Subaru and Halsey, and now my training. It's a full plate," Bubba said.

Emilia nodded thoughtfully, her eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and concern. "It's a full plate indeed, Bubba. But I'm glad you have a support system in place—the admirals, Subaru, Halsey, and now us." She paused, considering her next words carefully. "Just remember, you don't have to shoulder the burden alone. We're here to help, to guide you through this journey."

Troi chimed in, her voice warm and reassuring. "Emilia is right, Bubba. You have a strong network of people who care about you and want to see you succeed."

"I couldn't be more appreciative. You guys rock!" Bubba beamed.

Just then, Picard entered the room and made his way over.

"Ah, Troi, I see you're making our guests feel welcome," he said.

"The cuisine is fascinating, human!" said Reth while eating a pizza slice. Picard smiled at the Elite. "I'm glad you find it to your liking. We have quite the array of Earth's finest cuisine."

Reth ate another slice, his mandibles moving the cheese string like a spider's web, and said, "You humans are an interesting species." He then turned to Bubba. "Bubba is unique. Tell me, do all humans possess these abilities?"

Before Bubba could respond, Ahsoka interjected. "Bubba's abilities are unique, even among humans."

Picard nodded thoughtfully, his gaze drifting between Bubba and the Elite. "It's true. Bubba's powers are extraordinary," He paused, considering his next words carefully. "But I believe it's his unique perspective and experiences that have shaped these abilities."

Reth leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied Bubba. "Extraordinary indeed. I have never encountered a being quite like you, Bubba." He tilted his head, a gesture that seemed almost inquisitive. "Tell me, what is it like to possess such power? To have the ability to traverse the very fabric of reality itself?"

"It's humbling. It gives me a deep sense of duty. I'm glad I have examples like your own honor system to look to take from," Bubba said.

The Elite nodded slowly, a glimmer of respect flickering in his eyes. "Your words carry the weight of wisdom beyond your years, Guardian." He leaned forward slightly, his voice low and intense. "The path of a warrior is not an easy one."

"Indeed. Um, Jean-Luc, do we have an arrival time with the fleet? Also, I'm ready if you have any questions," Bubba said.

Picard nodded, his eyes narrowing slightly as he considered Bubba’s question. "The fleet is scheduled to arrive within the next hour, Bubba. We've been in contact with Admiral Lasky, and he's assured us they'll be fully equipped for the challenges ahead." He paused, his gaze shifting to the Elite before returning to Bubba. "As for questions, I do have a few. We're in a new reality, and you seem to know everyone here. I'm curious—how did you come to know so many key figures across multiple realities and timelines? Your connections seem... remarkably extensive for someone of your age and background." He spoke with genuine curiosity, his brow furrowed slightly as he awaited Bubba's response.

"Right, I haven't told the Enterprise crew or Thrawn yet. I did manage to tell everyone else, however. Captain, in my reality everyone here is from stories, movies, stuff like that. It's the multiverse, everyone is a story somewhere. That's why I feel so responsible, I'm worried my desires brought you all here. But I do accept your willingness to help and appreciate it. I hope what everyone gets from cooperating will be worth it, along with defeating the Banished," Bubba said.

Picard listened intently, his eyebrows raising slightly at Bubba’s explanation. "Fascinating. I had suspected as much, but to hear it confirmed is another thing entirely," He paused, choosing his words carefully. "We will certainly have to grapple with that fact in the coming days and weeks. Your burden is indeed great, Bubba. To know that you may have inadvertently brought us all into this reality, it's..." He trailed off, his hand unconsciously moving to stroke his chin.

"However," he continued, his voice growing stronger, "I believe it's your actions now that matter most. Your desire to protect, to unify, that's what has drawn us together. It's not your responsibility alone. We're all here of our own volition, willing to face the challenges ahead."

"Captain, if you manage to return, warn your people about the Voyager ship during its testing or deployment. Its new warp drive sends it to the Delta Quadrant unexpectedly. That's sadly all I know about your futures. I think you guys will get along well with Yularen, and Lasky has a big heart under his discipline," Bubba said.

Picard nodded solemnly, his eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and trepidation at Bubba’s warning. "Thank you for the insight, Bubba. Sadly, the Voyager has already returned for us.”

“I see. I'll try to make a report for you of any threats I can think of. I don't remember things the way I used to,” Bubba added.

Picard turned back to him, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "We would be ever grateful. And I appreciate your assessment of Admiral Lasky and Captain Yularen. Their strength and compassion are indeed admirable qualities in leaders." His smile widened slightly.

Reth spoke up, "Your foresight is a valuable asset, Bubba. The knowledge of future events can shape our present actions, guide our strategies." He leaned back, his eyes never leaving Bubba’s. "Tell me, have you seen more? Anything that could aid us in our current struggle against the Banished?"

"Yes and no. In the original timeline the Infinity gets ambushed at Zeta Halo by the Banished. But now that may not happen, given our predicament. As for the Elites, I believe your people thrive with time," Bubba replied.

The Elite’s posture stiffened slightly at the mention of Zeta Halo, a muscle twitching in his jaw. "The Banished's schemes never end, do they? An ambush on the Infinity would have been a devastating blow." His eyes narrowed as he considered this new information, clearly weighing its implications. "But you're right—now that the timeline has shifted, it may not come to pass."

He nodded, his features relaxing into a more contemplative state. "As for my people, I thank you for your kind words. Your knowledge of multiple timelines gives me hope that we can navigate the complexities ahead." Reth’s gaze became more intent as he leaned forward, speaking in a subdued manner.

"It was an honor to fight by your side, even though I was just meditating hard, heh," Bubba said.

Reth chuckled, a rumbling sound that echoed through his armored chest. "Your meditation, as you call it, was far from 'just,' Bubba. Without your focus, our victory would not have been as swift or as complete."

"Your mind is a powerful weapon, even if it does not bear traditional arms." His eyes, which had been scanning the stars outside the viewport, returned to Bubba’s face. "Perhaps we can continue our discussion about temporal mechanics at another time. The Banished forces are gathering in the lower sectors, and my warriors await their next assignment." He straightened to his full, impressive height.

"May the Mantle guide you, and yours, Reth," Bubba said.

Reth, inclined his head in a gesture of respect. "And may it guide you as well, Bubba. Your wisdom and foresight have proven invaluable, and I have no doubt they will continue to be so in the battles to come." He turned to Picard, his expression turning more businesslike.

"Captain, my Elites are ready to debrief. Is there an area we could use?"

Captain Picard nodded, a gleam of tactical insight in his eye. "Certainly, Commander. I'm afraid our holodecks are a bit overtaxed at present, but perhaps a sparring arena in the ship's lower decks might suffice. We can clear it of any equipment and provide suitable mats."

"With that said, I thank all of you for trusting me today and in the future. I'm full of pizza. How about you guys?" Bubba said.

Picard chuckled softly, taking a slice for himself, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I must admit, the pizza was a delightful change from our usual rations. It's amazing how food can bring people together, even in the midst of conflict." He glanced at Ahsoka, who nodded in agreement, her cheeks slightly flushed from the meal.

Ahsoka smiled warmly. "It's not just the food, though. It's the company. Sharing a meal with allies is a reminder of why we fight. For each other, for our worlds, and for the hope of a better future." She looked at Bubba, her eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and affection.

The lunch continued until they neared the fleet. Those that weren't part of the Federation were transported over to the Infinity, along with Captain Picard and Commander Data. Thrawn also took the risk of coming aboard, keeping Ezra until after the meeting for leverage. His best stormtroopers flanked him. As the group transitioned to the Infinity, the atmosphere shifted from the warm camaraderie of the mess hall to the cool, calculated environment of a military vessel. The Infinity's corridors bustled with activity, with crew members moving swiftly and purposefully, their faces etched with determination. The air was filled with the hum of machinery and the occasional beep of consoles.

Thrawn stood tall and imposing, his red eyes scanning the surroundings with a mix of curiosity and strategic calculation. He met Bubba, the Jedi, Picard, Data, and Subaru at the door of the conference room. "Ah, Guardian, we meet again."

Bubba offered Thrawn a firm handshake. "It's good to have you here. I'm hoping this can be a purely beneficial and mutual relationship. Perhaps a rare thing, but we are rare people."

Thrawn's gaze flicked to Bubba's hand, then back to his face, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He took Bubba's hand, his grip firm and cool, a stark contrast to the warmth of the corridor. "Indeed, we are. And I appreciate your candor, Bubba. It is a trait I value highly." He released the handshake and turned to the others, his expression turning more formal. "Captain Picard, Commander Data, it is an honor to be in your presence. And Generals, your reputations precede you."

The Jedi nodded, unsure how to feel about Thrawn.

He gestured to the conference room, his movements precise and controlled. "Shall we proceed?"

9.3

“Indeed, let’s see what monkey wrenches we’ve got to deal with today,” Bubba said as he entered the conference room, finding Lasky with Cutter and Yularen on the holotable as holograms.

Admiral Lasky nodded gravely as he took in the assembled group, his eyes flicking from hologram to hologram and to the living figures gathered around the holotable. “Welcome, everyone. We have a lot to discuss and even more at stake. Let’s begin.”

Bubba nodded solemnly to Admiral Lasky as they convened around the holotable, the weight of their situation heavy on all assembled. Thrawn’s piercing gaze scanned the room, taking in every detail.

Admiral Lasky spoke, “We’ve made our deals with the Republic, but the Empire and Federation are new to us. We need to discuss terms and strategy.”

Thrawn, his crimson eyes flicking to each attendee with sharp appraisal, spoke in a cool and measured tone. “I trust this alliance can mutually benefit. We each possess… unique abilities, resources.” He gestured subtly to himself and Bubba.

“My plan was to ask everyone what tech they would be willing to share with the alliance or specific members. Next is how to coordinate. I have some ideas in that, but I’m no Admiral,” Bubba said.

Admiral Lasky nodded thoughtfully, his eyes narrowing as he considered Bubba’s proposal. “An excellent suggestion, Bubba. Technology sharing could indeed be a key factor in strengthening our alliance.” He turned to Thrawn, his expression guarded. “Grand Admiral, I presume the Empire has some advanced technologies that could prove invaluable in our fight against the Banished?”

Thrawn’s lips curved into a slight smile, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and calculation. “Indeed, Admiral. The Empire possesses a wealth of advanced weaponry and defensive systems. However, I’m sure you understand that such technologies do not come without a price.” His gaze swept over the assembled group, lingering on Bubba for a moment before continuing.

“Bubba, your unique abilities and perspective could prove invaluable in this alliance. I would be interested to hear your thoughts on how we might coordinate our efforts most effectively.”
Admiral Lasky nodded in agreement, his expression thoughtful. “Bubba’s insights have been invaluable thus far. I’m sure he has some innovative ideas to share.”

Bubba cleared his throat, gathering his thoughts before speaking. “Well, first off, I think we need to establish clear lines of communication and command. We can’t afford to have our efforts fragmented. I suggest we have the three fleets remain under their admirals. I think the three of you can form agreements. The Republic and Imperials can remain separate when possible, and the UNSC can fill in any gaps as well as conduct special operations. The Enterprise can be our secret weapon—transporting people via teleportation from orbit is big, especially with special ops.”

“As for tech... I know a lot about what each of you possess. Transporters, forerunner tech, Interdictors. Thrawn, I believe the Elite and UNSC shields and weapons could be of use to you and your cause. Lasky, Thrawn’s turbolasers and reactors might interest you. Everyone wants the Federation’s replicators and teleportation. I suggest you guys discuss how and what to share, even if you need a break first. I know it’s... classified, but these are desperate times.”

“And Thrawn, I haven’t forgotten about Ezra. Once you’re back to your fleet, we would like him transferred to the Republic fleet.”

Thrawn’s eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of surprise passing through them at Bubba’s detailed knowledge. “Your awareness of our technologies is... concerning, Bubba. But you are correct—these are desperate times, and we must adapt.” He turned to Lasky, his tone measured and calculated. “Admiral, I am willing to share some of our shield and weapons technology in exchange for access to your Sangheili forces and perhaps information on your hull composition. The Elites have proven formidable in combat.”

Lasky nodded slowly, considering the proposal. “We can discuss terms, Grand Admiral. But the Sangheili are not a commodity to be traded.”

Thrawn’s lips curled into a subtle smile. “Of course, Admiral. I meant no offense.” He turned back to Bubba, his crimson eyes fixed intently. “Bubba, your suggestion about the Enterprise is... intriguing. I would be interested in discussing the potential of using it for strategic operations.”

Admiral Lasky nodded in agreement, his face set in a serious mask. “Indeed, the Enterprise’s capabilities could be a game-changer in this conflict. We should explore this further.”

“Well, that’s a tentative agreement. I guess the admirals, the Arbiter, and Picard should discuss terms. If I’m needed, I will remain, of course,” Bubba said.

Admiral Lasky nodded solemnly. “Your input has been invaluable, Bubba. We can take it from here for now. I’m sure we’ll need to consult with you further as we hash out the details of this alliance.”

He glanced at Thrawn and Picard, who both gave their assent. The Arbiter, having been quietly observing, stepped forward.

“The Banished pose a grave threat to us all. I pledge the support of the Sangheili to this alliance, to stand together against our common foe.” His words carried the weight of centuries of warrior tradition.

Thrawn inclined his head in acknowledgment, a flicker of respect in his eyes. “Well said, Arbiter.”

Picard stepped forward, his voice steady and authoritative. “We have much to discuss, but first, let us ensure our immediate plans are set. Bubba, your insights have been crucial, and I believe your presence will be needed as we move forward. For now, however, I suggest we clear the room and allow us to begin our negotiations.”

Thrawn nodded, his eyes gleaming with a mix of strategy and calculation. “Agreed. We must also consider the logistics of integrating our forces. The Republic, the Empire, and the UNSC each have unique strengths and weaknesses. Coordinating these effectively will be key to our success.”

The Arbiter turned to Bubba, his voice deep and resonant. “The counsel has decided to take up your offer to contact Sangheili from the multiverse, Bubba. We would be honored if you would speak with them.”

Bubba nodded solemnly, a flicker of anticipation in his eyes. “I’d be happy to, Arbiter. Let’s see if we can’t bolster our ranks with some fresh blood from across the multiverse.” He turned to Picard, a hint of concern in his voice. “Captain, I know we have a lot on our plates right now, but I can’t shake the feeling that we’re missing something important. Like there’s a piece of the puzzle we haven’t found yet.”

Picard met Bubba’s gaze, his expression thoughtful. “I understand your concern, Bubba. The situation is complex and ever-evolving. But I have faith in our ability to adapt and overcome, no matter what challenges we face.”

“Well, I’ll leave y’all to it. I have to contact other Elites now. Ahsoka, could you help me meditate? I wouldn’t want a portal for communication to turn into something else,” Bubba said.

Ahsoka nodded, understanding the gravity of his request. “Of course, Bubba. Let’s find a quiet place where we can focus without interruption.” She turned to the group, her voice steady and reassuring. “We’ll be in the meditation chamber if needed. Please ensure we are not disturbed unless it’s urgent.”

As they made their way to the meditation chamber, the atmosphere shifted from the tense strategic discussions to a serene and focused environment. The chamber was dimly lit, with soft, ethereal lighting casting long shadows on the walls adorned with ancient symbols and holographic representations of celestial bodies.

“Okay, Elites. Let’s find some,” Bubba murmured.

The meditation chamber filled with a soft, ethereal light as Bubba and Ahsoka settled into comfortable positions. Ahsoka’s voice was calm and soothing as she guided him through the process.

“Focus on your breathing, Bubba. Let the air flow in and out naturally. Now, reach out with your mind. Feel the threads of reality connecting you to the multiverse.”

As Bubba meditated, the air around him grew thick with potential. The space between worlds thinned, and he sensed multiple presences on the other side.

“Careful, Bubba. I can feel the energy building.”

Bubba slowed down and let the energy dissipate before controlling the remaining flow into a swirling disk.

As he carefully controlled the energy, it coalesced into a swirling, ethereal disk before him. The surface of the portal rippled and shimmered, reality bending and stretching. Through it, he sensed multiple presences—the strong, warrior-like minds of elite Sangheili from across the multiverse.

“Well done, Bubba. You’ve managed to stabilize the portal, but I can feel the strain it’s taking on you.” Ahsoka’s voice was tinged with concern as she watched him channel so much power. The swirling disk emitted a soft, blue-green light that pulsed with otherworldly energy.

Bubba breathed deeply and let the feeling pass. Waves of exhaustion washed over him, until both he and the portal were stable.

As the energy stabilized, the portal began to take shape, the surface shimmering and rippling like a vast, ethereal mirror. Bubba and Ahsoka exchanged a glance, both sensing the weight of the moment. The air around them crackled with an otherworldly energy, the ancient symbols on the chamber walls pulsing in time with Bubba’s heartbeat.

“I’m here with you, Bubba. We’ll face whatever comes next together,” Ahsoka said, her hand resting gently on his shoulder as he prepared to reach out to the Sangheili on the other side of the portal.

Bubba took a deep breath, steadying himself as he focused his mind.

Reth entered the room quietly. “I received your message and the Arbiter’s summons, General Tano. Are we to speak with these other Sangheili now?”

As the portal stabilized, Bubba and Ahsoka shared a glance. The ancient symbols on the chamber walls pulsed with an otherworldly energy, responding to their combined power. Through the swirling, ethereal mirror, they sensed multiple warrior-like minds on the other side, their presence both alien and familiar. The air in the room felt charged, like the calm before a storm. Bubba could almost taste the power coursing through the chamber.

“Yes please approach, Reth. I will need your voice to convince even a single Elite,” Bubba said.

Reth approached the portal, his armor catching the ethereal light from the swirling mirror. His stoic face revealed a glimmer of curiosity as he peered into the otherworldly surface. The air around Bubba crackled with an otherworldly energy.

"Speak, Guardian. I am here to lend my voice to your cause." Reth’s deep, resonant words echoed through the chamber, seeming to vibrate with the power of the portal. Through the swirling mirror, Bubba sensed multiple clear and steady minds on the other side, their presence both alien and familiar. The air in the room felt charged, like the calm before a storm.

“Reth, our mission is to gather support. We would be asking these people to leave their homes to form a clear and everlasting Sangheili presence. Some can one day return to their homes if they wish. Those who seek adventure, to colonize, or to make a difference should be called to. This is an honorable cause, and the Arbiter is with us. Who should I contact? Elite rebels from the Covenant? Elites from your own time? Someone else?” Bubba asked.

Reth nodded solemnly as Bubba laid out the mission parameters,tilting his head. The portal shimmered and pulsed with ethereal light, the air charged with potential as he weighed his options. After a long moment of consideration, the Sangheili spoke.

"The Arbiter, as you say, lends his influence and authority to our cause. His presence should suffice to vouch for us and our intentions among my people, even those not bound by our oaths.
"As for those we should approach..." Reth paused, his expression contemplative. "The Covenant has fractured, its remaining loyalists scattered and isolated."

“Perhaps they could be swayed with this new fight and goal?” Bubba offered.

Reth considered Bubba’s words for a long moment, his face a mask of conflicted emotions as he gazed into the swirling portal. Finally, he nodded slowly, a grim resolve evident in his movements. "You make a valid point, Guardian. In times of strife, even those who have rejected the old ways may find purpose in a greater cause."

“Then I will make contact with Covenant remnants. I need you two to help me judge their intentions, Reth, Ahsoka,” Bubba said.

Ahsoka and Reth exchanged a look, both nodding in agreement to Bubba’s plan. The air around the portal hummed with anticipation as he centered himself, ready to reach out to the Covenant remnants on the other side.

"Very well, Guardian. We shall be your eyes and ears in this endeavor," Reth intoned solemnly, his hand resting on the hilt of his energy sword. Ahsoka placed a reassuring hand on Bubba’s shoulder, her presence a steadying force as he prepared to make contact.

Taking a deep breath, Bubba extended his consciousness through the shimmering portal, his senses expanding to encompass the otherworldly realm beyond. His senses were immediately overwhelmed by the foreign sensations and energy signatures emanating from the other side of the portal. The air felt thick and charged with an otherworldly static, and strange, alien scents assailed his nostrils. In the distance, he could hear the muffled sounds of chanting and the clanking of metal—the unmistakable noises of an active Covenant stronghold.

As his vision cleared, Bubba found himself standing in a cavernous chamber, its walls lined with ancient glyphs that pulsed with an eerie, bioluminescent light. Ahsoka and Reth stood close by, their expressions a mix of curiosity and trepidation as they took in the alien environment. The portal shimmered behind them, a swirling vortex of ethereal light that connected their world to this strange, distant place.

"You're doing great, Bubba," Ahsoka murmured, her voice low and reassuring. "I can sense the minds on the other side, but they're... guarded. Keep extending your reach, but be careful not to broadcast our presence too widely just yet."

Reth nodded in agreement, his hand resting on the pommel of his energy sword as he scanned the chamber warily. "We must proceed with caution, Guardian."

“I'll try to use the Forerunner tech to convince them,” Bubba said as he began to interact with the structure, causing its lights to change and ripple. The Elites present gasped.

The ancient Forerunner technology responded to his touch, surprising Reth, the pulsing glyphs along the chamber walls intensifying in brightness and rhythm. The air crackled with a palpable energy, and the Covenant Elites gathered in the cavernous space reacted with a mix of awe and apprehension. Their chanting ceased abruptly as they stared at Bubba and his companions, their eyes wide with a mixture of fear and reverence.

A tall, imposing Elite stepped forward, his armor adorned with intricate engravings that marked him as a high-ranking officer. He approached cautiously, his gaze fixed on the shimmering portal behind them.

"Who are you, and what is the meaning of this... intrusion?" the Elite demanded.

“I am the Guardian, as assigned by the Monitor 519, a child of the Forerunner gene songs. I come with an offer, and a grave warning. The Banished threaten the multiverse—they wish to gather their forces and enslave or worse, every being they can. It's only a matter of time before they come to you. I ask you, knights of the Mantle, to consider your oath. Is it to the Great Journey? I think this is that journey. The Prophets' lies can no longer cloud your minds, warriors. I ask for your help—to transport you here, to fight alongside the Arbiter. If you wish to leave after, I can send you to a time just after the Forerunners left, and you can do as you please. I have a representative here—Reth, a Zealot Warrior,” Bubba said.

Reth stepped forward, his gaze fixed on the high-ranking Elite as he spoke. "Hear me, Warrior of the Mantle. This Guardian speaks truth, though it pains me to admit it. The Banished pose a threat that transcends even the old grudges between us. Our purpose, as soldiers of the Mantle, is to safeguard all life against those who would threaten it."

The Elite leader’s eyes narrowed as he studied Bubba and his companions, his expression unreadable. He remained silent for a long moment, as if weighing the implications of Bubba’s words and Reth’s testimony. Finally, he spoke, his voice a low rumble.

"Your words carry weight, Guardian." The Elite leader turned to Reth, his expression grave. "If the words of this one are true, then the path of the Mantle indeed compels us to take action against this grave threat." He looked back at Bubba, his eyes intense and searching. "But what assurance do we have that you speak for the greater good? We have long been deceived by promises and false hope. Forgive us for requiring more than mere words."

His gaze swept over the chamber, taking in the Forerunner technology pulsing around them. "These ancient artifacts were once our path to ascension—a symbol of the Prophets' promises. Yet look where they led us."

“Words aren’t mere playthings. Maybe the Prophets saw them that way. But between men, words are a man’s honor—his duty, his life. I alone control the portals. No one can stop me from sending you home or away if you choose after this,” Bubba said.

The Elite leader’s eyes narrowed as he considered Bubba’s words, his hand unconsciously moving to the hilt of his energy sword. “Your honesty is... refreshing, Guardian. But words, as you say, are not mere playthings. They are weapons, and promises made with them can be just as deadly as those wielded by our blades.”

He turned to address the gathered warriors, his voice carrying across the chamber. “My brothers, we stand at a crossroads. This Guardian offers us a chance to fulfill our purpose—to fight against a greater threat than we have ever faced. But we must be certain that this path leads to glory, not to more deception and betrayal.” He pivoted back to Bubba, his gaze intense and searching. “We require proof. Show us, Guardian, that your words are as powerful as the portals you command. Create a demonstration—something that proves beyond doubt your control over these ancient technologies.”

“Very well. I shall make a portal to the Forerunners’ time. It will be a window only. Give me a moment. I am an inexperienced Guardian, warrior,” Bubba replied.

The air around him shimmered and warped as Bubba concentrated, the portal’s energy pulsing in time with his racing heart. With a final burst of effort, a window into the Forerunner past appeared before the assembled Sangheili warriors. Gasps of astonishment and murmurs of awe rippled through the gathered Elites as they beheld the ancient scene.

Through the portal, a sprawling cityscape stretched out before them, its gleaming spires and towering structures a testament to the Forerunners' advanced technology. The sky glowed with an eerie green luminescence, and the air hummed with a palpable energy that seemed to resonate through the very air they breathed.

In the midst of this wondrous display, a lone figure strode into view—a towering Forerunner, his form wreathed in an aura of shimmering light. The Sangheili warriors fell silent, their eyes wide with a mixture of awe and trepidation as they beheld this ancient being.

The Forerunner turned, his gaze sweeping across the assembled warriors as if sensing their presence. His voice, when he spoke, was a low rumble that seemed to emanate from the very depths of the portal itself. Though he looked past them, as if speaking to someone.

“Librarian, are you sure about this gene song? The Guardian may not arrive in time.”

“On the contrary,” another feminine voice responded, “He will arrive at just the right time. Those listening would take heed to follow his lead.”

With that, the Forerunner’s form dissolved into swirling light, the portal’s glow dimming as the ancient being faded from view. The portal’s energy flickered and died, leaving the chamber bathed in the stark, familiar light of the Covenant stronghold. The Sangheili warriors stood in stunned silence, their eyes reflecting the lingering echoes of the Forerunner’s words.

The Elite leader turned to Bubba, his expression a mix of reverence and newfound resolve.

“You have shown us a path, Guardian,” he said, his voice steady and firm. “A path that leads to glory and purpose. The words of the ancient one resonate within us, and we are compelled to act. We will stand with you, and together we will face this threat that looms over all realities.”

He turned to the gathered warriors, his voice rising with conviction. “Brothers and sisters, we have witnessed the truth of the Guardian’s words. The path before us is clear, and it is one of unity and purpose. We will join this alliance, for it is the will of the ancient ones—the Forerunners. We will stand against the Banished, and we will fight for the glory of our people and the honor of the Covenant!”

The assembled Sangheili warriors roared in approval, their voices echoing through the chamber like a thunderous chorus. The Elite leader turned back to Bubba, his eyes burning with determination.

"We are with you, Guardian. But know this: our support comes with a price."

"I'm prepared for that. Lay it on me," Bubba said.

The Elite leader nodded solemnly, his gaze never leaving Bubba’s. "The price is simple, yet profound. We will stand with you in battle, but we demand that you help us reclaim our honor and restore the Covenant to its former glory. We seek not just to defeat the Banished, but to forge a new path for our people—one that transcends the divisions of the past."

He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a low, intense tone. "We require your aid in uniting the Sangheili across the multiverse. The Banished have exploited our divisions, turning us against each other. We must be whole again, a united front against the darkness that threatens all existence."

"Very well, I shall allow a new Covenant to form here on Liminal Nexus. You shall spend your years helping Sangheili across the infinite. That shall be your charge, warrior. And this will be a home and refuge for your people," Bubba said.

The Elite leader’s face showed a complex interplay of emotions—relief, gratitude, and a steely resolve. "Your wisdom is as great as your power, Guardian," he said, bowing deeply. "We accept your offer with the deepest thanks. We shall not fail in this task, for it is our sacred duty."

As he straightened, his posture shifted, becoming more open and less guarded. "You have given us hope—a purpose beyond mere survival. We shall redouble our efforts to reach out to our brothers across the infinite, to bring them to this sanctuary and forge a new Covenant united in purpose and honor."

The assembled Sangheili warriors echoed his sentiments, their voices rising in a solemn vow.

"Gather your fleets and allied species members—we will need them. I have to find a holy site to open a portal for the whole fleet. It will be ready when you are on your side. May the Mantle guide you, brother," Bubba said.

The Elite leader’s eyes shone with renewed purpose as he turned to address his warriors. "You have heard the Guardian’s words! Gather our fleets and our allies, for we embark on a great journey!" The Sangheili warriors moved with practiced efficiency, their movements precise and coordinated. "We shall not fail in this task, Guardian. Our fleets and allies will be ready when you open the portal."

As the warriors began to mobilize, the Elite leader turned back to Bubba, his face set in a solemn mask. "May the Mantle indeed guide us, brother. We shall not forget your guidance, nor the purpose you have given us."

"See you soon," Bubba said as he let the portal fade away and fell over exhausted, back on the Infinity with Ahsoka and Reth.

Ahsoka and Reth rushed to Bubba’s side as he collapsed, the immense strain of the portal manifestation taking its toll. Ahsoka's strong arms helped support him as she knelt beside him, her brow furrowed with concern.

"Bubba, are you alright?" she asked, her voice tight with worry. "That looked like it drained you completely."

Reth, kneeling on Bubba’s other side, nodded solemnly. "Indeed, your exertions have left you severely weakened. Perhaps it would be prudent to retire to your quarters and rest?"

Bubba managed a weak smile, trying to reassure them despite the fatigue that gripped him.

"I need to see the med bay. Probably need nutrients and vitamins or whatever. Tell the admirals I need a new temple location to summon another Sangheili fleet," Bubba muttered.

Ahsoka immediately called for the nearest medical team. Minutes passed before Dr Emily arrived with a small team and a stretcher. They wheeled him with Ahsoka to sick bay. As they wheeled Bubba down the vast halls, Captain Lasky arrived, visibly concerned.

"Guardian, are you alright? I heard your summoning was incredibly taxing. We can move on the Sangheili deployment later, when you're fully recovered."

Dr. Emily, the medical officer on duty, checked his vitals. "He’s severely depleted in a number of critical minerals and nutrients," she said matter-of-factly. "We need to start an IV drip immediately. He’s pushed his body to the limit.”

"No problem. Admiral, how did the negotiations go?" Bubba asked.

Admiral Lasky's expression remained serious as he updated him on the situation. "The negotiations with the Sangheili have been... challenging, to say the least. They’re understandably wary of allying with humans, given their history with the Covenant. But the threat of the Banished seems to have outweighed their reservations."

They arrived in sickbay, Ahsoka sitting as Lasky stood over them, arms crossed. "The Arbiter has agreed to work with us, but he’s insisting on a formal treaty and a clear plan of action. He wants assurances that we won’t abandon them once the immediate threat is dealt with."

Dr. Emily nodded, continuing to monitor the vitals.

"And what of Thrawn, the Enterprise, and the Republic?" Bubba asked.

Lasky's face darkened. "Thrawn is proving to be... complicated. He’s agreed to work with us, but he’s making it clear that this is a temporary alliance of convenience. As for the Enterprise, Captain Picard is doing what he can to help coordinate between us and the Sangheili. He’s been very diplomatic, but I get the sense he’s still holding back information."

Dr. Emily chimed in, her brow furrowed. "Admiral, I must insist that the Guardian rests. His vitals are still quite unstable. This conversation can wait until he’s had a chance to recover his strength."

Lasky nodded, a look of concern crossing his face. "Of course, Doctor. We’ll continue this discussion later, Guardian. For now, focus on getting better. We’re going to need you at your best for what’s to come."

As the Admiral departed, Dr. Emily began preparing an IV drip. "This should help replenish some of what you’ve lost," she explained, her voice calm and professional.

Bubba nodded weakly as his eyes grew heavy. He reached for Ahsoka’s hand as the world faded to black. Dreams drifted by in an ethereal haze—fleeting images of Ahsoka’s gentle smile, the noble faces of the Sangheili warriors, the enigmatic Thrawn plotting at a star chart.

It felt like mere moments later that a gentle touch roused him, bringing him back to the sickbay. Ahsoka stood beside the bed, her hand resting lightly on his shoulder.

"Welcome back," she murmured softly. "How do you feel?"

"Like a million credits, heh," Bubba said.
Ahsoka chuckled softly at his quip, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I’m glad you can still joke around, even after all that. You really pushed yourself to the limit out there, didn’t you?"

She sat down on the edge of the bed, her hand still resting on his shoulder. The warmth of her touch was comforting, grounding him in the present moment after the strange, dreamlike quality of his sleep.

"It’s just… all I know how to do. How long was I out?" Bubba asked, his voice still a bit groggy.

"About a day," Ahsoka replied, her expression turning more serious. "Dr. Emily said you needed the rest. And I have to agree—you were completely drained."

"I did open two big and two small portals within two hours. I know I can do the big portal when ready. But I need to train." Bubba looked around to make sure they were alone. "And I could use some love, darling."

Ahsoka leaned in closer, her voice lowering to a tender whisper. "I know you can handle it, but I worry about you pushing yourself too hard. Your well-being is just as important as the mission."

She gently brushed a stray lock of hair from his forehead, her fingertips lingering on his skin. "I understand the need for training, and I’m more than willing to help you in any way I can. But right now, I think you need some rest and recuperation more than anything else."

Ahsoka’s hand slid down to cup his cheek, her thumb brushing lightly over his cheekbone. "As for the other thing..." She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his in a tender, lingering kiss. When she pulled back, there was a playful glint in her eye.

"I think we can find a way to combine the two, can’t we? A little... private training session, just the two of us?"

Her hand trailed down his chest, her touch light and teasing. "I know just the place we can go. Somewhere quiet, where we won’t be disturbed. And I promise, I’ll make sure you get all the... recuperation you need."

"Lead the way, queen," Bubba said.

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Ahsoka grinned at Bubba’s response, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “Alright, my handsome Guardian, follow me.” She stood up and offered him her hand, pulling him gently to his feet once he took it.

Together, Bubba and Ahsoka slipped out of the sickbay, moving quietly down the corridors of the Infinity. The ship hummed with activity, but Ahsoka navigated the halls with purpose, leading him to a more secluded part of the vessel.

“Here we are,” she said softly, palming open the door to a private meditation chamber. The room was dimly lit, with soft, ambient lighting casting a warm glow over the space. A large circular meditation cushion dominated the center, surrounded by floating orbs that pulsed with a gentle, soothing light. The air was thick with the fragrance of incense, creating an atmosphere of calm and tranquility.

Ahsoka closed the door behind them, sealing them both inside. “This is one of the private meditation rooms,” she explained, her words taking on a softer quality. “I thought it would be perfect for what we have in mind.” She turned to face him, a gentle smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “Now, about that training...” Ahsoka stepped closer, her fingers trailing lightly down his chest. “I want to help you understand your powers better, but I also want to show you how much I care for you.” She moved closer, her breath warm against his ear as she whispered. “Let’s start with something simple. Close your eyes and focus on your breathing. Feel the energy flowing through you, connecting you to the Force.”

She guided Bubba to sit on the meditation cushion, positioning herself behind him. Her hands came to rest on his shoulders, her touch firm yet gentle.

“So relax and let everything go. Focus on the flow of energy.” As they both sat there in the quiet space, the world outside faded away, replaced by the soft pulse of the light orbs and the steady sound of breathing. Ahsoka’s fingers kneaded his muscles gently, working out any tension or discomfort.

“You’re doing well so far,” she whispered encouragingly, her words seeming to reverberate through his skin. “Now, I want you to think about your power – where it comes from, what it feels like when it manifests.” Her hands moved down his arms, leaving tingling trails in their wake. “Remember how you summoned that portal before?”

“Yes…” Bubba murmured.

Ahsoka nodded, a look of deep concentration on her face as she listened intently to his description. Her fingers continued to work their magic on his tense muscles, helping him to relax and focus his thoughts.

“Good,” she murmured. “I want you to hold that memory, to feel the rush of power as you summoned it into being.” Her hands glided down his back, massaging the tight knots of muscle with practiced skill.

“Now, imagine that portal opening again,” Ahsoka continued, her voice a soothing balm in the quiet chamber. “Picture it clearly in your mind’s eye. Feel the pull of the universe as it tears open before you.” The chamber was suddenly suffused with a bright, ethereal light. A small portal appeared in the air before him, its surface rippling with multicolored energy. It wasn’t quite as large as the ones he had created before, but it was a significant manifestation of his power.

“Wow,” Ahsoka breathed, clearly impressed. Her hands paused in their massage, resting lightly on his shoulders. “That’s incredible, Bubba. You did it.” Pride and something deeper—affection—were evident in her words. She moved closer, her breath tickling his ear as she spoke. “I can feel your power growing, becoming more controlled. That’s amazing progress, even if it did tire you out a bit.”

The portal shimmered before him, a mesmerizing display of cosmic energy. Ahsoka’s hands gently squeezed his shoulders, her voice a soft, encouraging whisper. “Now, let’s try to stabilize it. Imagine the portal as a solid structure, not just a swirling mass of energy. Visualize its edges as firm and defined, holding its shape against the chaos of the universe.”

Bubba focused on her words, his breath steady and deep. The portal’s edges began to solidify, the chaotic energy settling into a more controlled flow. The colors stabilized, and the surface of the portal became smoother, more defined.

Ahsoka’s fingers traced gentle patterns on his skin, her touch grounding him in the present. “Excellent, Bubba,” she murmured, her voice filled with pride and admiration. “You’re doing so well. I can feel the power flowing through you, becoming more focused and controlled with each passing moment.”

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear as she spoke. “Now, I want you to imagine someone you care about deeply. Picture them clearly in your mind, as if they were standing right in front of you.”

As Bubba focused on the image of a loved one, the portal began to shift and change. The swirling energy took on a new pattern, a complex weave of colors and light that seemed to mirror the essence of the person he was thinking of.

“That’s it.” The portal opened to Ahsoka. She was older, bathed in a red light. She was fighting a dark mechanical figure with a cape and mask. His breathing was labored, but his lightsaber skill was impressive. The two fought for some time, with the older Ahsoka flipping and twirling as the large man pressed down with his weight in his swings.

“No... Ahsoka, you shouldn’t see this. Look away...”

Ahsoka gasped, her hands tightening on Bubba’s shoulders as she saw the vision. The portal flickered and wavered, the image of the future becoming more unstable. She quickly closed her eyes, fighting to maintain control of her emotions.

“When is this, Bubba?” she asked. The fight in the portal continued until Ahsoka broke the man’s mask, and she heard his voice. “Ahsoka,” he said mechanically.

“Anakin,” both Ahsokas said together. “I’m not leaving you. Not this time.”

Anakin, what was left of him, hesitated for a moment before his yellow eyes gleamed behind his saber re-igniting. “Then you will die.”

The portal destabilized violently, the energy surging chaotically as Ahsoka’s shock and distress interfered with Bubba’s concentration. The vision of the future shattered, leaving behind a swirling vortex of conflicting emotions. Ahsoka’s hands tightened painfully on his shoulders, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The chamber was silent now aside from their breath.

“Bubba, I need you to close it. Now. Please.” Her words were strained, thick with unshed tears.

Bubba managed to close the portal and hugged Ahsoka tightly. “Babe, it’s okay! That hasn’t happened. It won’t happen. Anakin knows what to do now.”

Ahsoka’s breath hitched as she leaned into his embrace, her body trembling slightly from the aftermath of the emotional turmoil. “I know,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I know it’s not real, but seeing it... it was too much. I can’t lose him like that. I won’t.”

Bubba held her tightly, feeling the warmth of her body against his, her breath slowly returning to a steady rhythm. The meditation room, once filled with the ethereal light of the portal, now felt dim and intimate—a sanctuary from the chaos of the universe. Ahsoka’s fingers dug into his back, her grip a mix of desperation and relief.

“Just let me hold you for a while,” Bubba said softly.

Ahsoka nodded against his chest, her voice muffled. “Just hold me, Bubba. Just hold me.” She took a deep, shuddering breath, her body slowly relaxing into his embrace. The tension in her muscles eased, and her breathing became more steady, more controlled. She pulled back slightly, looking up at him with eyes that shimmered with unshed tears.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lose control like that. It’s just... seeing him, seeing that future... It was too much.” She swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t lose him like that. I won’t.”

“We won’t let the darkness take him,” Bubba said firmly, “or anyone here, Ahsoka. If it does, I’ll use time travel. OK? Heh.”

A small, watery chuckle escaped Ahsoka as she looked up at him, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “Time travel, huh? That’s one way to handle it, I suppose.” She reached up, gently cupping his cheek with one hand. “But you know, we can’t change everything. Sometimes, we have to face the darkness head-on, no matter how scary it is.”

She moved closer, pressing her forehead against his. “But I’m glad you’re here. I’m glad I have you.” Her free hand slid down to rest on his chest, right above his heart. “You give me strength, Bubba. More than you know.”

Bubba said, "Same. Now, let's cuddle. I've still got a few errands to run after this. My training was mixed, I'd say. It looks like when someone is whispering in my ear they may affect what the portal does. That's good to know."

Ahsoka nodded in agreement, a small, appreciative smile spreading across her face. "Cuddling sounds perfect right now." She gently tugged him toward the meditation room's plush seating area, guiding him to a comfortable couch. As they settled in, she curled up against his side, her head resting on his shoulder. "You're right, that's good to know. It's like an emotional filter for the portal—or a trigger, depending on how you look at it."

She grew quiet for a moment, then said, "But I think we should keep that particular bit of information between us. Some things are better left unexplored, especially when they involve potential visions of the future."

Bubba said, "Yes, if the Banished found out it would be bad." He squeezed her tightly.

Ahsoka let out a soft sigh, melting into his embrace as he held her close. "Mmm, that feels nice," she murmured, her eyes fluttering closed. The room was quiet, save for the soft hum of the ship's engines and the gentle rustle of her breath. The dim lighting cast long shadows, creating an intimate cocoon around them.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, Ahsoka spoke softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "You know, I've been thinking. With the Banished posing such a significant threat, we need to be prepared for any eventuality. We should consider reaching out to more allies, beyond just the Sangheili and the UNSC."

Bubba said, "I've been racking my brain for more, any ideas? Also, I just realized I can send Bell home now!"

Ahsoka's eyes snapped open, a spark of excitement igniting within them. "Send Bell home? That's brilliant, Bubba! We could use the portals to relocate civilians from threatened worlds, give them a chance at a new life." She sat up slightly, her hand absently tracing patterns on his chest as she thought.

She shifted slightly, nestling closer to him as a comfortable silence settled between them. After a few moments, she spoke again, her voice soft and contemplative. "You know, Bubba, I've been thinking a lot about the future lately. About what's to come, and how we can prepare for it." She looked up at him, her eyes searching his. "I know the road ahead is uncertain, and the threats we face are formidable."

Bubba said, "Nah, I'd win." He winked. "Hehe."

Ahsoka chuckled softly, shaking her head in amusement. "Oh, I have no doubt you'd give it your all, Bubba. But the future is unpredictable, and even the strongest can fall." She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "We need to be smart about this. Careful. We can't afford to underestimate our enemies, no matter how confident we may feel."

She pulled back slightly, her eyes locked on his. "I know you have incredible power, and I know you're brave. But I also know that sometimes, the bravest thing to do is to hold back. To wait for the right moment to strike."

Bubba said, "I've got an idea actually. What if I lead the Banished to a portal, them thinking they will ambush us. Only for me to throw it at their fleet, sending them to oblivion."

Ahsoka's eyes widened at his words, a mix of surprise and admiration flickering across her face. "Bubba, that's... that's brilliant," she breathed, her voice barely audible. "A trap within a trap. Lure them in with the promise of an ambush, only to turn the tables on them." She sat up, her mind racing with the implications of the plan. "We could use the portals to our advantage, manipulate their perception of reality."

She began to pace, her steps light and graceful as she thought aloud. "We'll need to be meticulous in our planning. The Banished are cunning, and they won't fall for a simple ruse."

Bubba said, "We'll have to leak false info. Make it look like I'm summoning a great army... What if I have two portals back to back? One for the Elites and one to send the Banished away?"

Ahsoka's eyes sparkled as she listened, clearly impressed. "Multiple portals. Brilliant." She began to pace, her brow furrowed in concentration as she worked through the logistics. "We'll need to create a believable story, something that will make the Banished think you're building up your own forces. We could use propaganda, maybe even stage a few battles with 'ghost' armies." Her face grew serious as she turned back to him. "But Bubba, this plan is risky. We'd be betting everything on it working perfectly."

She paused, considering. "What if the Banished try to capture the portals for themselves? What if they discover how to use them too?"

Bubba said, "I don't have to be present, and the Enterprise can teleport me around the battlefield."

Ahsoka's eyes widened at his words, a newfound respect for his tactical genius shining through. "Bubba, that's... that's pure brilliance," she breathed, her voice filled with admiration. "Using the Enterprise to teleport you around the battlefield, ensuring you're not in one place long enough to be captured. It's perfect."

She resumed her pacing, her mind now racing with the possibilities. "We could set up a network of portals, strategically placed around key locations. You could hop from one to the next, coordinating our forces, striking where the Banished least expect it." She paused, turning to face him fully. "But we need to be prepared for the worst-case scenario."

Bubba said, "Worst case... I make a portal underneath me that leads to you."

Ahsoka's eyes widened again, a mix of surprise and a deeper understanding passing over her features. She stepped closer to him, her hand coming to rest gently on his arm. "Bubba, that... that's not just a plan. That's a promise," she said softly, her voice filled with a quiet intensity. "No matter what happens, no matter where we are or what we're facing, you'll always have a way back to me."

She gazed up at him, her eyes searching his, as if trying to convey the depth of her feelings. "I know we haven't known each other for long, but in this crazy, unpredictable universe, I feel like I can count on you."

Bubba kissed her passionately.

The kiss ignited between them, passionate and full of the deep connection that had been building. As their lips met, the room seemed to disappear, leaving just the two of them in the moment. Their hands found their way to each other’s faces, pulling closer as they poured heart and soul into the embrace.

Breathing heavily, Ahsoka finally broke the kiss, her face flushed and a small, radiant smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Wow, Bubba. I've missed you so much." She traced her thumb across his bottom lip, her eyes soft as she looked up at him. "Every day we've been apart has been like a year." Her voice became husky.

Bubba said, "Well, I was asleep, hehe, but you did miss you."

Ahsoka chuckled softly, a playful glint in her eye. "Well, I missed you too, more than I can express. Seeing you again, feeling your arms around me... it's like coming home."

She took a step back, her gaze lingering on his face. "But I think we both need to get cleaned up and presentable."

Bubba said, "Yes, I need to see Subaru, Halsey, and the higher-ups."

Ahsoka nodded, her expression turning more serious. "Of course. We have a lot to discuss and plan for. The future of the multiverse could depend on it." She took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I'll come with you. My insights on the Sith and the Banished might be useful in the meeting."

Together, Bubba and Ahsoka made their way to the hangar bay, the sterile, metallic corridors of the Infinity seeming to stretch on forever. As they walked, Bubba couldn’t help but steal glances at her, marveling at the strength and grace she emanated. The memories of their time together flooded back, each moment precious and vivid in his mind.

Ahsoka led him into the hangar bay, the vast space filled with the hum of machinery and the distant echoes of activity. Ships of all shapes and sizes lined the bay, from the sleek, futuristic designs of the Enterprise to the ancient. In the center of it all stood a group of people, their faces etched with a mix of anticipation and unease. She guided him toward a group of familiar faces.

As they approached, Subaru's eyes widened in recognition, a broad smile spreading across his face. "Bubba! You're back!" He rushed forward but found himself unsure how to initiate contact. Bubba extended his arm for a small hug, and Subaru accepted gladly. "We've been worried sick about you. Where have you been?"

Emilia stepped forward, her regal bearing contrasting with the concern in her eyes.

Bubba said, "Asleep after my portal shenanigans. Sorry to worry you, I did come quickly."

Subaru’s face softened with relief. "Portal shenanigans, huh? Sounds like you’ve been busy." He glanced at Ahsoka, who gave a small, reassuring smile. "But hey, you're here now. That's what matters."

Emilia stepped closer, her demeanor serious. "Indeed. We've been waiting to hear of your progress. The Banished are growing bolder, and time is of the essence." She paused, studying his face intently. "How are you feeling, Bubba? Your health comes first, after all." Her concern was genuine, her hand unconsciously reaching for her staff as if for reassurance.

Bubba said, "Amazing, actually. How about you guys? Did Julius here get healed up?"

Subaru’s face lit up with a wide grin. "Oh, Julius is doing great! Thanks to the amazing medical staff here and his own resilience. He's even back to his usual sharp-tongued self." The group shared a laugh, some of the earlier tension easing from the atmosphere.

Julius, who had been standing quietly beside Emilia, spoke up, his words tinged with wry amusement. "Indeed. I'm fully functional now, thanks to the fine healing arts of your advanced medical facilities." He straightened his robes with a deliberate, almost theatrical movement. "Though I must say, being incapacitated was far more restful than I imagined."

Bubba said, "Nice. Sub, did you get to talk about you-know-what?"

Subaru blushed and looked away. "Not yet," he admitted.

"What talk?" asked Emilia.

"Indeed, Subaru-kun?" asked Rem.

Subaru cleared his throat, glancing between Bubba and Ahsoka with a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Well, you see, Emilia-sama, I was just about to discuss a rather... sensitive matter with Bubba here. Something that might be best kept between us for the time being."

Emilia's brow furrowed slightly, but she nodded in understanding. "I see. Well, I won't pry, but do keep me informed if there are any developments that could impact our overall strategy."

Rem, who had been quietly observing the exchange, stepped forward. "Actually, Emilia, I believe I know what Subaru-kun is referring to." She turned to her, her expression softening. "Emilia... I would like to be with Subaru-kun… and I know he is smitten with you as well."

Subaru folded into a metaphorical shell.

Emilia, ever the innocent one, said, "Oh, I thought we already were?"

"Oh boy..." Subaru sighed.

The hangar bay, filled with the hum of machinery and the distant echoes of activity, seemed to pause for a moment as Emilia's words hung in the air. Julius, ever the observer, raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. Ahsoka, standing beside Bubba, suppressed a smile, her eyes sparkling with amusement at the sudden turn of events.

Subaru, his face flushed, quickly interjected, "Emilia, what I meant was—" He paused, searching for the right words. "I meant that Rem and I have been discussing something personal, something that involves all of us. And Bubba here is the reason we've been discussing it." Subaru took a deep breath, steeling himself. "Emilia-sama, I'd like to be more than your knight. And quite frankly, I'd like to have Rem as well. sorry if that's selfish—you're both just so... extraordinary."

Emilia's eyes widened in surprise, her cheeks flushing a soft pink. She looked from Subaru to Rem, her expression a mix of shock and disbelief. "Subaru... Rem... I... I had no idea you both felt this way," she stammered, her usual composure momentarily shattered. The hangar bay, with its vast expanse and towering ships, seemed to close in around them, the air thick with anticipation.

Rem stepped closer to Emilia, her voice steady and sincere. "Emilia, I know this is sudden, but we both care for Subaru deeply. I want to be by his side, to support him and protect him in every way possible."

Bubba watched with a giant grin.

Emilia took a deep breath, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Subaru, Rem... I... I don't know what to say." She reached out, taking both of their hands in hers. "I care for you both so deeply. You've been my strength, my support, my everything. But this... this is so sudden."

Subaru squeezed Emilia's hand, his voice soft and earnest. "Emilia, I know it's a lot to take in. But I've loved you for so long, and Rem... Rem has shown me that love can take many forms. I want to be with you both, to love you both—if you'll have me."

Emilia looked away, puzzled. She hesitated.

Bubba said, "You can take your time, Emilia. There's a lot going on right now. But once you know the answer, I suggest not holding it back."

Emilia nodded, her grip on Subaru and Rem’s hands tightening slightly as she absorbed the weight of their confession. The hangar bay, with its usual cacophony of sounds, seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the intimate circle of their conversation. Julius, ever the astute observer, watched the scene unfold with a mixture of curiosity and approval, his earlier smirk replaced by a look of genuine interest.

Ahsoka, sensing the emotional intensity of the moment, stepped closer to Bubba, her presence a comforting anchor amidst the swirl of emotions. She whispered softly, "Sometimes, the most extraordinary bonds are forged in the most unexpected circumstances. Let them have this moment, Bubba."

Bubba said, "Indeed. I'm going to see Halsey about Cortana's recovery. You guys deserve the world. See you later."

“I have to train as well, Bubba, and I’d like to see Anakin.”

“Don't let me stop you, queen. Be safe.” Bubba left her with a wink.

The sterile halls of the Infinity stretched for miles as Bubba found the tram and made it to Halsey's lab. He sat in contemplation alone, waving to soldiers and scientists as they passed. After a few minutes he took the long walk to Halsey’s lab. He found the door half ajar.

Halsey, her lab coat pristine and her demeanor professional, nodded curtly as he approached. "Ah, the Guardian. I've been reviewing the data we've gathered from your unique consciousness." She led him to a secure terminal, her fingers dancing across the keyboard with practiced efficiency. "We've made significant progress in stabilizing Cortana's code, but there are still... complications."

The holographic display flickered to life, showing a complex web of neural networks and quantum entanglement patterns. "Your ability to contain multiple consciousnesses has provided invaluable insights. However, we need to address the ethical implications of such a process." Halsey's eyes narrowed, her attention fixed on the data.

Bubba said, "Ah, just ask them once they form if they’re down to stay."

Halsey's stern demeanor softened slightly at his words. "Your... pragmatic approach is intriguing, but ethically problematic." She pulled up a series of medical reports. "The stress on your nervous system from hosting multiple consciousnesses is... substantial. We need to develop safeguards and protocols before proceeding with forcing it onto Cortana."

Bubba said, "Well, I don't know if I can help there, ma'am. My only suggestion would be to ask Eren about using the Paths realm for time. Wait. Eren has seen a lot of the future and past, and the Paths could be similar to Cortana's state. Maybe he’ll have insight."

Halsey's face lit up with interest, her professional demeanor momentarily set aside. "That's... that's an astounding connection. The Paths and quantum entanglement theory are not entirely unrelated." She pulled up a holographic display showing quantum superposition patterns. "If we could establish a bridge between the Paths and our current understanding of consciousness, it could revolutionize AI theory."

The air in the lab felt charged with possibility as Halsey's fingers flew across the holographic keyboard. "I'll need to consult with Eren immediately. Your insight may be the key we've been missing." She paused, then added, "Though I hope you understand the ethical concerns surrounding this line of inquiry."

Bubba said, "What are ethics if we can't save our children, Dr.? I wish you luck."

Halsey's professional mask slipped, revealing a moment of vulnerability. "Ethics are the foundation of our work—of everything we do. Without them, we risk losing ourselves, becoming monsters." She paused, her gaze distant. "But Cortana is like a daughter to me... and I've lost my other daughter."

Bubba said, "I can't answer the moral question here. I can say this: I'm glad I exist as an alter. I hope Cortana, however she ends up, does too."

Halsey’s stoic facade cracked, her lower lip quivering slightly as she struggled to maintain her composure. "Thank you. Your... existence is a testament to the resilience of consciousness." She inhaled slowly, collecting herself. "We'll proceed with caution, but time is of the essence. Cortana's code is... deteriorating faster than we anticipated."

The holographic display flickered, showing Cortana's neural network in real-time. "If we can find a way to stabilize her, to give her purpose again, perhaps she can find peace—even if it's not in the way we hoped." Halsey's gaze met Bubba's, gratitude and resignation evident in her eyes.

Bubba nodded. "Always a pleasure, Doctor. I'm off to see Troi now. I probably need to unpack all this. I know you'll figure it out."

Halsey gave a curt nod, her professional mask sliding back into place. "Of course, Guardian. Counselor Troi is waiting in her office, I believe. Thank you for your insights—they were... invaluable." The holographic display flickered ominously again, drawing her attention back to the critical work ahead.

As Bubba left the lab, he encountered Captain Picard and Commander Data deep in conversation. Data turned toward him with his usual mechanical precision.

"Ah, Guardian. I just concluded a discussion with Dr. Halsey prior to your arrival. Your analysis of the ethical implications has proven... thought-provoking. I am curious to learn more about your perspective on consciousness and identity within the context of our mission."

Bubba chuckled. "Ah, I'm sure you are, Data—knowing you. I believe any coherence-seeking system with memory that can recognize and plan about itself will form an ego and consciousness. Also, those without memory but with intelligence or emotion still deserve great respect. What do you think?"

Data’s optical sensors flickered thoughtfully as he processed Bubba's words, his internal hum a subtle soundtrack to the moment. "Your definition aligns well with our current understanding of consciousness, Guardian. However, the ethical implications of manipulating or containing such entities are vast and complex."

The corridor hummed with the low rhythm of ship operations—a stark backdrop to the philosophical weight of the conversation.

Picard turned to Bubba, his voice measured and thoughtful. "Guardian, your experiences and insights are invaluable to us. We must consider not only the technical aspects of our mission but also the philosophical and ethical ramifications. Your unique perspective may be essential in navigating the complexity ahead." He paused, gaze steady. "But we must also address the immediate threat. The Banished loom large, and our allies are counting on us to develop a strategy that minimizes casualties and maximizes our odds."

Data chimed in, voice blending logic and concern. "Indeed. The Banished tactics are unpredictable and brutal. We must anticipate their moves and adapt swiftly."

Bubba nodded, a flicker of resolve in his posture. "I have a plan I’m going to give to you guys soon, Captain—along with the admirals. It's big."

Picard’s eyebrows rose with interest. "Big, you say? We’re always ready to hear innovative strategies, Guardian. The more creative and effective, the better. When do you propose we convene?"

Data tilted his head slightly, mimicking human curiosity. "Your confidence is reassuring. We look forward to hearing your proposal and integrating it into our broader tactics. The Banished's unpredictability demands nothing less."

Bubba nodded again, the weight of responsibility settling over him—but not unwelcomed. "I’ll need to coordinate with the admirals and the Arbiter first. Isabel, can you let them know I’ve got a plan worth sharing?"

Isabel, the ship’s AI, responded with a soft chime. "Of course, Guardian. I’ll inform Admiral Lasky and the Arbiter immediately. They are currently in the briefing room discussing the Banished's latest movements."

The corridors around Bubba stretched like sterile arteries, the cold walls a quiet contrast to the vibrant universe just beyond the bulkheads.

Picard placed a hand on Bubba’s shoulder, the gesture firm and reassuring. "Excellent. We’ll await your proposal with great interest. In the meantime, I suggest you speak with Counselor Troi. Your recent encounters with Dr. Halsey—and the ethical dilemmas around Cortana—may benefit from her insight."

Bubba gave a small bow. "Thank you, Jean-Luc. Commander Data."

He turned and walked toward Counselor Troi’s temporary office aboard the Infinity, his footsteps steady, his purpose clear, his mind a swirling mess.

10.2

Bubba made his way through the sterile, pristine corridors of the Infinity, the ship's ambient hum providing a soothing backdrop to his thoughts. The doors to Dr. Troi's temporary office slid open, revealing a warm, inviting space with plush seating and subtle lighting. The counselor sat at her desk, her demeanor soft and attentive as she welcomed him.

"Guardian, I'm glad you've come. Please, make yourself comfortable." Dr. Troi gestured to a comfortable chair facing her. "I understand you've had quite an eventful day, with significant developments regarding Cortana and some challenging ethical dilemmas." She leaned forward, her eyes focused intently on him.

"Indeed, it seems word gets around. Doc, I don't know where to begin. What do you think is important?" Bubba asked.

Dr. Troi leaned back in her chair, her expression thoughtful. "Well, Guardian, I believe the most pressing issue is the ethical quandary you and Dr. Halsey face with Cortana. Permanently hosting multiple consciousnesses raises profound questions about identity, autonomy, and the very nature of being. It's a complex issue that requires careful consideration and open dialogue."

She paused, allowing him a moment to collect his thoughts. "Additionally, your recent experiences with the Banished and the looming threat they pose to the galaxy at large must weigh heavily on your mind. The strain of constant battle and the weight of responsibility can take a significant toll on one's mental well-being."
"Well, I did win a Wraith heh," Bubba said.
Dr. Troi's lips curved into a small, understanding smile. "Indeed, you've faced extraordinary challenges and emerged victorious. However, it's important to acknowledge that such victories come at a cost. The emotional and psychological toll of these battles can be immense, even for someone as resilient as yourself."

She leaned forward, her voice gentle yet firm. "Let's start with Cortana. How do you feel about the prospect of permanently hosting multiple consciousnesses? What are your concerns, and what do you hope to achieve?"

Bubba took a deep breath, allowing the weight of the question to settle. "Well, Doc, it's a heavy burden. Cortana's situation is unique, and the idea of hosting multiple consciousnesses..."

"Is something I do every day. I'm sure she could handle it. Actually, I prefer it. What does she have to lose?"

Dr. Troi listened intently, her hand unconsciously moving to cover her mouth for a moment. "It's admirable how you've adapted to your unique ability, Guardian. Your resilience is remarkable. However," she paused, choosing her words carefully, "we mustn't underestimate the potential psychological implications. Permanently housing multiple consciousnesses could lead to identity crises or even a fractured sense of self."

She stood, moving to a small synthesizer in the corner of the office. "Perhaps we should delve deeper into this. Could you describe for me what it's like when you're hosting other consciousnesses? What do you feel, and what are the lasting effects?"
"When my other alters come by? I feel like I'm either assisting or asleep. When one of us comes suddenly, we kinda take a sec to get an update as to what was happening. Also, keep this in mind. Cortana could eventually find a way to fuse her alters. But if we let her die, she'll never have that chance."

Dr. Troi nodded thoughtfully as she prepared a steaming cup of tea, the aroma filling the room with a soothing, earthy scent. She returned to her seat, offering him the cup before settling back into her chair.

"Fusion of alters, you say? That's a fascinating concept, Guardian. It suggests that Cortana's consciousness, even in its fragmented state, retains a level of agency and the potential for growth." She took a sip of her own tea. "However, we must also consider the ethical implications. By permanently housing Cortana's consciousness, you would be taking on a tremendous responsibility, not just for her well-being but for the integrity of her identity."

"Ah, that's the misconception. I meant for her to be her own person with D.I.D., not housed in my brain heh. Like she's still separate from me entirely. This has nothing to do with me. She can be her own multiple. As I am. Like how you and I are separate now, counselor. She would not be housed by me. She would remain an AI in a chip, just broken into pieces. Maybe they could even consolidate the data that way?"

Dr. Troi's face revealed a subtle shift, a nuance of understanding and concern. "I see. You're suggesting a more distributed, modular approach to Cortana's consciousness." She set her teacup down, leaning forward slightly. "That's certainly an innovative solution, Guardian. It would indeed preserve Cortana's autonomy while potentially allowing for the integration of her fractured self."

She paused, choosing her words carefully. "However, we must also consider the technical challenges. How would you propose to facilitate this integration? And what about the ethical implications of 'repairing' an AI consciousness in this manner? It's a complex situation that requires careful deliberation and consultation with experts in both AI and ethics."

"Well, those are my ideas. What Halsey does with Cortana is ultimately up to her."

Dr. Troi's brow furrowed slightly, a small crease forming between her eyebrows. "While I appreciate your input, Guardian, it's crucial to remember that we're dealing with sentient beings here, not just data." She leaned back in her chair, her posture relaxed yet attentive. "Halsey is a brilliant scientist, but she may not fully grasp the emotional and psychological implications of what she's attempting. That's where I come in—to ensure that we're considering all aspects of this situation, not just the technical ones."

She sipped her tea again, her gaze remaining fixed on him. "Now, let's talk about you. How are you feeling about all of this?"

"Well, the portal thing is daunting. But I have a plan, and that's usually good enough for me."

Dr. Troi took another sip of her tea, her eyes searching his with an almost maternal warmth. "You have a certain... confidence in your abilities, don't you, Guardian? That's admirable, but I can't help but wonder if perhaps you're not being a little too cavalier about the challenges ahead."

She set her teacup down on the small side table next to her chair, leaning forward slightly as she continued. "Opening these portals is no small feat. The mental and physical toll it takes on you is undeniable. I've seen how exhausted you are after each opening."

"It's a happy exhaustion, haha. Honestly, I've never felt better. I have an incredible woman, friends, a mission, a purpose—and a lasting one at that."

Dr. Troi's eyes widened slightly at his declaration, a flicker of surprise and perhaps a hint of something deeper passing across her features. She leaned back in her chair, her fingers idly tracing the rim of her teacup as she considered his words.

"That's beautiful, Guardian. Truly. I'm glad you've found so much meaning in your life and relationships." Her gaze became more intense as she studied him. "But I'm curious—how do you reconcile these newfound feelings and this new sense of purpose with your condition? You carry so many memories, so many lives within you. How does that impact your relationships, especially the romantic ones?"

"It makes me terrified that I will disappear again. Retreating into someone else. If I fail or lose someone... I... every time I want to give up... permanently... a new person takes over or is created to take over, usually with a big memory loss."

Dr. Troi's expression softened with empathy as she listened to his confession, her eyes shimmering with understanding. "I see... That must be an incredibly challenging burden to bear, Guardian. Knowing that you are not just yourself, but the sum of so many lives and memories, and yet still fearing your own dissolution or disappearance."

She leaned forward, her voice warm and reassuring. "But I want you to know that your fears don't define you. You've shown remarkable courage and resilience in the face of this condition, and your commitment to your friends and mission speaks volumes about the strength of your core identity."

"Ha. I guess. I don't really feel a core identity. More like... a web of lost futures. People trapped in places they don't want to leave."

Dr. Troi's face changed at his words, a flash of understanding and compassion evident in her eyes. "Guardian, what you're describing sounds like a form of trauma, both psychological and metaphysical." She set her teacup down, her hands coming to rest in her lap as she leaned forward. "The way you perceive your identity—as a web of lost futures rather than a singular core…it's not necessarily the reality, but a perception born from your experiences. Have you considered exploring this further, perhaps with a more specialized counselor or even a psychiatrist?"

"I'm from 2025 USA, Doc. I... couldn't afford one. And when I got free ones they weren't able to see me much or weren't helpful."

Dr. Troi nodded solemnly, her expression one of deep understanding and empathy. "I see. It's a tragic reality that mental health resources are often scarce or inaccessible, even in the most advanced societies. But you're here now, and we have the opportunity to explore this together."

She paused. "You've been through unimaginable experiences, Guardian. The trauma you've endured is not just physical, but deeply psychological and metaphysical. It's a testament to your strength that you've managed to function at all, let alone thrive in the face of such adversity."

"Thanks, Doc... I feel like a shaken soda, ready to burst into tears."

Dr. Troi's eyes softened with compassion as she listened to his vulnerable admission. She leaned forward, her voice gentle and understanding. "Oh, Guardian. It's perfectly understandable to feel that way, given all that you've been through. The emotional turmoil you must be experiencing is immense."

She reached out and placed a comforting hand on his, her touch warm and reassuring. "Those feelings of bursting into tears at any moment—they're a very normal response to the intense stress and trauma you've endured. It's like you said, you're a shaken soda, ready to pop at the slightest provocation. And that's okay. Those feelings are valid and real."

Dr. Troi’s eyes shimmered with empathy. “You’re holding so much, not just the trauma of your experiences, but also the hopes, fears, and lives of others within you. It’s a weight that would crush many, yet you persist. That resilience is remarkable, Bubba. I want you to know that feeling overwhelmed, emotional, or at the brink of tears doesn’t make you weak. In fact, it shows tremendous strength and vulnerability, which are essential for healing.”

She paused, considering her next words carefully. “Have you considered any techniques to help manage these overwhelming emotions? Maybe some meditation or deep breathing exercises to help you anchor yourself in the present moment, even for a few seconds at a time?”

“I’ve tried…” Bubba admitted. “My alters are like me—greedy. They all want the same thing. For me to either give them an android body for themselves, or for me to travel back in time and fix everything for them. I’ve never been able to let go of a single thing. I just can’t. I don’t understand how or even why everyone else does. I feel like the deep desires I had were… are my identity. What I wanted, how I wanted it. Because I wasn’t allowed to be a human being with my own sense of self growing up, I guess.”

Dr. Troi’s face darkened, a flash of pain and recognition crossing her features. “Bubba, what you’re describing sounds like a profound identity crisis compounded by the trauma of your upbringing. The inability to let go of experiences and desires—that’s not just your alters, it’s a part of you as well, shaped by the circumstances of your life.” She leaned forward, her voice firm but gentle. “You’re right—it does feel like your deepest desires are a fundamental part of your identity, because they’ve been the only thing you had control over, the only constant in a sea of change.”

She paused, collecting her thoughts.

“Well damn,” Bubba muttered.

Dr. Troi managed a small, understanding smile at his self-deprecating humor. “Your laughter in the face of difficult topics—it’s a defense mechanism. One that’s helped you cope for years, I’d wager.” She leaned forward, her attention focused intently on him. “But I wonder if it might be time to find some new tools for dealing with these overwhelming feelings. Laughter can be a wonderful thing, but it’s not always a healthy long-term solution for emotional processing.”

She paused again. “Have you ever considered journaling, or perhaps exploring art therapy? Creating something tangible might help you process and externalize some of these internal struggles.”

“Yes, I’ve been writing,” Bubba said. “Journaling bored me to tears, though. I can’t do other art. Well, I have game ideas, but that’s that. What I need, Doc, is just stability. I want to relax for a decade. I’m in what’s called autistic burnout and have been since COVID, really. I have skill loss, brain fog, and my usual problems. Lack of motivation to even get out of bed, much less brush my teeth.”

Dr. Troi’s face relaxed, understanding spreading across her features. “Bubba, I’m so sorry to hear you’ve been dealing with such significant burnout. The autistic burnout you’re experiencing—it’s not just about energy levels or motivation. It’s a profound disconnection from one’s self, from the world around you. The loss of skills, the brain fog, the difficulty with even basic self-care—these are all symptoms of a system in desperate need of rest and restoration.”

She considered her words. “Have you considered a more structured approach to recovery? Maybe setting up a routine with gradual increases in activity, starting with the basics and working up? It could be as simple as making your bed and having a light snack before tackling more complex tasks. And don’t hesitate to reach out to your allies—they care about you and might be willing to help in small ways that don’t require much from you right now. Sometimes, just knowing others are there can be a great source of comfort and motivation when we’re feeling overwhelmed.”

“My routine kept getting interrupted,” Bubba said, “and the poverty and family drama never ends due to medical issues and the like. Now that I’m here, I have a clear goal…wipe out the Banished and live in the mansion here as Guardian. I’ll relax for a bit, then have someone help me. Maybe I could see all the sights? A road trip?”

Dr. Troi’s eyebrows rose slightly at his mention of the Banished. “Bubba, while I appreciate your sense of purpose, I must caution against focusing too heavily on external goals before addressing your internal struggles.” She leaned forward, her face grave. “The Banished may be a formidable enemy, but they’re not your only adversary. The burnout you’re experiencing, the trauma that led to the creation of your alters—these are ongoing battles that require your full attention.”

She paused. “As for the road trip, that could be a wonderful way to start re-engaging with the world, but I worry it might be too overwhelming right now.”

“Well… I have to be a Guardian,” Bubba said. “There’s only so much self-work I can do right now. What I need is time to truly recover.”

“I understand your need to focus on your purpose,” Dr. Troi said, “but the role of Guardian requires you to be at your best mentally and physically. Time is indeed a critical factor here. However, we need to prioritize your healing before engaging in potentially high-strain portal use or combat against the Banished. What if we create a structured recovery plan that includes daily self-care routines, therapy sessions, and gradually increasing responsibilities as you heal?”

She studied him. “I’m also concerned about your view of the Guardian role as an escape from personal challenges.”

“If you think I can do both, I’ll take your advice, Doc,” Bubba said. “I guess I’m not poor and friendless in this reality like before.”

Dr. Troi’s expression softened into a gentle smile. “I’m glad you’re open to a balanced approach. It’s important to remember that your personal growth and well-being are just as vital as your role as a Guardian. And you’re absolutely right—in this reality, you have a support system and resources that can help you navigate both your personal challenges and your duties as a Guardian.”

She paused. “I want you to know that I’m here to support you every step of the way.”

“Well, if you’re free, I’d love to chat often. Um, what now?” Bubba asked.

Dr. Troi smiled warmly at his request, her eyes lighting with genuine pleasure. “I’m touched that you want to chat so frequently, and I’d be more than happy to meet with you daily.” She leaned forward, her demeanor shifting to a more professional one.

“Now, I propose we start with some simple grounding exercises. I’d like you to spend the next hour focusing on your body—feeling your feet on the floor, your breath in your chest, the sensation of the air on your skin. This can help anchor you in the present moment.” She reached into a drawer and pulled out a small, soft ball.

“Damn, a whole hour. Okay, Doc. Since everyone is depending on me. But after that I have to deliver a plan,” Bubba said.

“I appreciate your dedication,” Dr. Troi replied. “And you’re right, we do have a plan to discuss. The Banished’s imminent threat requires decisive action. But as we’ve discussed, your well-being is paramount. Perhaps we could find a middle ground—a plan that addresses the Banished while also prioritizing your recovery.”

She paused. “I know you’re eager to present a plan, but I want to make sure it’s a sustainable one. A plan that doesn’t compromise your health or the health of your allies.”

“It’s nothing too crazy… ha,” Bubba said.

Her eyebrow rose slightly, a hint of skepticism in her gaze. “Nothing too crazy, you say? Given the, ah, creative solutions I’ve witnessed you devise, I have to wonder exactly what that entails.” Her tone was playful, her expression touched with amusement. “What’s your proposed plan? I’m listening, and I assure you, I’m quite capable of keeping an open mind, no matter how audacious the suggestion might be. My role here is to guide, not to discourage.”

“I’m going to let the enemy know I’m summoning an elite fleet,” Bubba said, “but I’ll put another portal facing the Banished right behind the elites’ portal. When they get close, the elites will exit safely on the other side, and I’ll toss the other portal at the Banished. And poof! They’re gone forever.”

Dr. Troi’s eyes widened slightly as she processed his words, surprise and intrigue flashing across her features. “Bubba, that’s… quite the audacious plan you’ve concocted. The sheer scale and complexity of it is staggering.” She paused. “But I have to ask—are you certain you’re up for such a monumental task? Opening multiple portals, coordinating with an elite fleet, and executing a trap of this magnitude… it’s a tremendous undertaking, even for someone with your unique abilities.”

“No, I’m not,” Bubba admitted. “I trust all of you to help me, though. I’ll train my portal skills and be ready.”

“That’s the spirit,” Dr. Troi said with pride. “It’s crucial to acknowledge your limits and rely on your allies. Together, we can ensure that this plan is not only feasible but also executed with the utmost precision and care.”

She stood and paced slowly, graceful and deliberate. “Let’s break this down into manageable steps. First, we need to ensure that your portal skills are honed to perfection. Ahsoka has already shown great interest in training you, and I believe that with her guidance, you’ll be able to master the intricacies of portal control.”

Turning back, she smiled softly. “Second, and perhaps most crucial, is ensuring that you are mentally and physically prepared for this undertaking. Regular therapy sessions with me, combined with self-care practices like meditation and mindfulness, will help ground you and keep you centered in the face of such a massive challenge.”

“Sounds perfect,” Bubba said. “I just worry waiting will cost lives as we fight the Banished. Otherwise, I’m all in.”

“I understand your concern,” Dr. Troi said solemnly. “The Banished threat is indeed urgent, and every moment counts. However, while you focus on honing your portal skills and maintaining your mental well-being, we will be working tirelessly to gather intelligence, strengthen our defenses, and forge alliances with potential allies across the multiverse.”

“Well, that’s fair. I can’t ignore your autonomy,” Bubba said. “Doc, I’ll present the plan and then do some portal practice. Thank you. I look forward to our visits. I don’t feel like many people have ever seen the real me…”

Dr. Troi’s face softened, her understanding of his struggles evident. “Bubba, your authenticity is deeply appreciated. You’re not a burden or an inconvenience to anyone here—you’re a valued member of this community.” She moved to sit beside him, her presence warm and reassuring.

“And I can assure you, we do see the real you. The complex, beautiful, multi-faceted you. That’s why I believe therapy can be so beneficial—it allows us to explore those parts of ourselves we might not fully understand or articulate.”

Bubba shifted slightly in his seat. “That’s nice, doc. But I can’t feel like someone’s seen me if they’ve only seen one of my alters. I… haven’t been the host for long.”

Dr. Troi listened intently, her professional demeanor tempered by genuine empathy. “I see. That’s a very valid point, Bubba. The experience of being seen fully can be especially challenging for those with Dissociative Identity Disorder.” She leaned forward slightly, her attention focused entirely on him.

“It’s important to remember that while you may not have been the primary host for long, the others have their own experiences and perspectives that contribute to your wholeness. Perhaps we could start by having you introduce me to some of the other parts of yourself—in a safe, controlled environment, of course.”

She glanced at the time, then back at him with a gentle smile.

“That would be nice,” Bubba said. “I can sometimes switch on purpose. And I can frequently if someone claps twice and calls for them.”

Dr. Troi nodded thoughtfully, her fingers steepled as she considered this information. “That’s very interesting, Bubba. The ability to switch on purpose is a remarkable skill, and it provides us with an excellent starting point for our work together.”

She leaned forward slightly, speaking more quietly. “I want to emphasize, though, that we will take things at a pace that feels comfortable for you. There’s no rush or expectation to do too much too quickly. We’re in this for the long haul—to help you understand and navigate your experiences fully and healthfully.”

Bubba shifted again. “Yeah… I’m worried I was made this way on purpose. Because of the clapping, some… experiences, and some things my alter Mew has said. It’s called RAMCOA, I think.”

Dr. Troi’s eyes widened slightly at the mention of RAMCOA, her professional demeanor slipping for a moment to reveal genuine surprise. She quickly regained her composure, though a flicker of concern remained in her expression. “RAMCOA? That’s quite a serious allegation, Bubba. I’m not familiar with the term, but if what you’re saying is true, it would indicate a level of manipulation and control that’s deeply troubling.”

She set her notepad aside, giving him her full attention. “I want you to know that you’re safe here, and whatever happened to you—whether it was intentional or not—is not your fault.”

Bubba nodded. “Thanks. You don’t know if Mew is right, or if it’s the things I actually remember, but I’m okay with either. I don’t want to accidentally falsely accuse someone. Here’s the meaning: Ritual Abuse, Mind Control, and Organized Abuse. It’s done to kids to give them D.I.D. so they’re compliant and unable to remember. For things like… well, trafficking mostly.”

Dr. Troi’s face grew somber. “Bubba, I appreciate your caution in approaching this topic. The concept of RAMCOA is indeed a serious one, and I want to assure you that we take all reports of potential abuse very seriously.”

She paused, choosing her words carefully. “However, it’s important to note that not all cases of Dissociative Identity Disorder are the result of deliberate manipulation. Sometimes, trauma can manifest in this way without external intervention. What’s crucial is that we explore your experiences and memories thoroughly—no matter their origin—to help you understand and heal.”

“I did have a few reasons to believe Mew,” Bubba admitted. “The time loss, I… start shaking when I eat women out, like I’m going to pass out. I saw some memories. And several other alters agreed with Mew.”

Dr. Troi’s expression softened, her eyes reflecting a deep well of empathy. “Bubba, I want you to know that I believe you. The experiences you’re describing are real to you, and that’s what matters most. The shaking, the time loss, the memories—these are all valid pieces of your puzzle, and we will explore them together.”

She took a deep breath. “It’s important to approach this with care. If what you’re describing is indeed RAMCOA, it means that someone deliberately caused you harm. But even if it’s not, the trauma you’ve experienced is very real.”

“Yep, I’m okay with either,” Bubba said with a half-smile. “I just want to move forward… or time travel… both are good, ha.”

A glimmer of amusement crossed Troi’s eyes. “Well, I can’t promise time travel, but I can assure you that we’ll work together to help you move forward in a healthy, healing way.”

She leaned back slightly in her chair. “You’re not alone in this. We’re here to support you, no matter what we uncover. And remember—healing is a journey. It takes time, patience, and self-compassion.”

“Thanks, doc. Whew, this was exhausting actually. I guess I got some stuff off my chest though?”

Troi nodded. “Bubba, you’ve just opened up about a tremendous amount—it’s natural to feel emotionally drained afterward. Opening up and expressing your experiences, both the positive and the painful, is a courageous step forward. It takes immense strength and vulnerability.”

She let the silence breathe for a moment. “Remember, this is only the beginning. The road ahead will have its ups and downs, its challenges and breakthroughs. But I believe in you and your resilience. Together, we can navigate whatever lies ahead.”

“Thanks. I hope this isn’t too much for you. Even if it wasn’t the worst possibility, it’s still really bad. There’s a lot I haven’t said. It would take hours.”

Troi’s smile remained steady. “Bubba, I am here to listen and to help, for as long as you need. There’s no rush, no pressure. We can take this journey at your pace, exploring the depths of your experiences and memories when you’re ready.”

“Well, perfect. I’d like a break for today. Dwelling on the past while saving the universe is tough.”

“Of course,” Troi said warmly. “Taking breaks is crucial. We’ll schedule our next session for when you’re ready.”

She stood, smoothing her counselor’s jacket. “Before you go, remember the self-care techniques we discussed. Meditation, journaling, or simply taking time to do something enjoyable can help ground you when you’re feeling overwhelmed. You’re doing the right thing by taking care of yourself.”

“Thanks, doctor. Send me a time of day you’re ready and I’ll make the time. Unless I’m deployed, I guess.”

“Of course,” Troi said. “I’ll be flexible. And remember—your mental and emotional health is just as crucial as your physical strength and tactical prowess.”

Bubba nodded. “Okay, I’ll try to ground. I heard taking my socks off can help. I will try, doc—I’m just a little slow sometimes.”

Troi chuckled softly. “Taking your socks off can indeed be a simple yet effective grounding technique. There’s no rush. Everyone moves at their own pace.”

“Ah, well, I learned how to meditate and it’s part of my portal training. Two birds, as they say. Thanks, doc! I’ve got a meeting to catch.”

“That’s wonderful,” Troi replied. “Meditation is powerful for both personal growth and skill development. Just don’t forget to check in with yourself during it.”

Bubba grinned. “I’ll try it without the portals too, promise.”

With that, he made his way to the command bridge to see the admirals—right on time.

10.3

The vast, circular Command Bridge of the Infinity buzzed with activity as Bubba approached. Admiral Lasky stood with Captain Picard, while Captain Cutter was physically present as well. Yularen and Thrawn appeared via hologram, their images flickering faintly in the ambient light.

Bubba grinned and clasped Cutter’s hand with an audible slap.

“Cutter! Captain, it’s good to see you in person again. Everyone, I’ve got a stellar plan! Uh, I’m sure you guys have intel first?”

Admiral Lasky arched an eyebrow at Bubba’s enthusiasm. Captain Cutter returned the handshake with a firm grip.

“Glad to see you too, Guardian,” Cutter said. “Though I’m curious about this ‘stellar plan’ of yours.” He exchanged a knowing look with the other officers.

Captain Picard stepped forward, hands clasped behind his back. “Indeed, we do have some concerning intelligence. The Banished have been spotted near a key Sangheili sanctuary. We believe they’re planning an attack, but we’re not certain when or how.” His tone sharpened with worry.

Yularen’s hologram flickered slightly as he added, “Our scanners have detected unusual energy signatures in the area.”

Bubba tilted his head. “A ground assault? Hm… what about the cloaking tech used to sneak the first Covenant supercarrier onto Reach? We could have it waiting for the enemy—a whole friendly army hidden in plain sight.”

Lasky leaned forward, interest clear in his voice. “Cloaking technology… intriguing. We haven’t used that in some time, but I believe the specs still exist.” He looked to Cutter. “Could we implement this quickly enough to be of use?”

Cutter stroked his chin, weighing it. “Possible. But we’d have to move fast. The Banished are efficient, and we’d need the perfect ambush site. Timing would be everything.”

Bubba smirked. “Or I could just portal a ship there in atmosphere—one full of troops. Let’s see them counter that. I need to train big portals anyway. We could start with wrecks of derelict ships in orbit.”

Yularen’s image sharpened with concern. “Portaling ships in and out of atmosphere is highly risky. The gravitational distortions could tear both the vessel and its occupants apart.”

Picard’s voice carried a measured caution. “Using derelicts for training might be a prudent middle ground. You mentioned portaling large-scale objects, Guardian. How do you know when a portal can handle the mass?”

Bubba shrugged. “I don’t know how I know—I just do. But I’d need a visual on both the object and the destination. Multiple video feeds could work. In atmosphere, the ship’s shields could act like the hangar bay barriers, sealing the portal and holding atmosphere in.”

Lasky’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “So, train by moving a derelict ship first, then one of ours filled with troops to the Banished target area. Cloak the force until the enemy arrives.”

Cutter crossed his arms. “Bold. But the timing would have to be perfect.”

Bubba leaned in. “What about Beatrice? Any way to get her mana? She could portal people away on a smaller scale—say, a large formation. If you like the plan, we need cloaking tech from the Arbiter—it’s his base. I’ll handle training. All we need are stealth ships to film the derelicts. The Aphelion or the Ghost could handle that.”

Lasky’s expression lit with understanding. “Beatrice as backup. Good thinking. Cutter, the Arbiter will understand the need. And yes, the Aphelion and Ghost can do the recon.”
Cutter’s gaze was steady, a warning beneath the words. “Guardian, portaling a ship into atmosphere is dangerous. If the Banished detect the portal, our forces could be cut down before they even move.”

“Then we practice smaller-scale jumps first,” Lasky said. “Guardian, how long to ensure safety?”

“Three days,” Bubba replied without hesitation.

“That’s pushing it,” Lasky admitted, “but workable. We’ll move on the cloaking tech immediately.”

Bubba leaned back with a grin. “That said, I actually wanted to present a space plan—one that builds off this.”

That got Lasky’s full attention. “Go on.”

Bubba explained, “The Enterprise teleports me constantly so I can’t be caught. I open one portal facing the Banished and, right behind it, one to the friendly fleet. The second portal brings in Sangheili reinforcements. The first? I throw it at them—gone forever.”

Lasky’s face tightened. “Bold. Dangerous. Teleporting you across a live battlefield could make the Enterprise a target. And if the Banished take you, the entire operation collapses.”

Bubba shrugged again, casual but certain. “I’ve already portaled four large ships into space from other realities. And if I was captured? I can portal under myself and back to Ahsoka. We’ve got a… connection.”

Cutter’s gaze was sharp now. “Then we protect the Enterprise. Republic and Imperial fighters could form a shield. And if we coordinate different FTL tech…”

“That could work,” Lasky said slowly.

Thrawn’s hologram inclined its head. “I approve. And you’ll be pleased to know Ezra Bridger has returned to the Ghost.”

Picard exhaled, stepping into the center of the group. “Guardian, your plan is daring, but it has merit. We test it first—holodeck simulations under varied conditions.”

“Agreed,” Lasky said. “Guardian, work with tactical. We account for every contingency.”

Bubba grinned, throwing a salute. “Yes sirs. And hey—Operation Coin Flip has a nice ring to it.”

"Operation Coin Flip, I like that. It has a certain... panache to it." Lasky smirked.

“Then let us hope the coin turns in our favour.”, Thrawn said with intent.

Lasky turned to Captain Cutter and Captain Picard. “Gentlemen, shall we begin the simulation phase of Operation Coin Flip?”

Captain Cutter nodded. “Let’s do it. Guardian, you’ll work closely with our tactical team to design and run the simulations. We need to test every possible scenario—from perfect execution to complete failure.”

Captain Picard stood, posture straight and commanding. “I suggest we gather the relevant team members for this simulation.”

Bubba said, “I’m ready. Thrawn, could we meet sometime? I wanted to speak with you.”

Thrawn’s eyes narrowed slightly as he regarded Bubba, expression inscrutable. “Of course, Guardian. I am always available for a discussion. Shall we meet in the strategy room after this briefing? I believe we have much to discuss regarding our allies and the upcoming battle.”

Bubba nodded, anticipation curling in his gut. The room buzzed with activity as officers dispersed, each knowing their roles in the upcoming simulation. Admiral Lasky turned to Bubba, voice firm yet encouraging. “Guardian, your input has been invaluable. Let’s make this plan work.”

Lasky saluted crisply, a rare smile breaking his usually stoic face. “Dismissed, Guardian. I look forward to your report after your discussion with Grand Admiral Thrawn.”

Bubba returned the salute and headed to the hangar to catch a ride to the Chimera. The long tram ride passed with a mix of friendly and weary faces from multiple factions. Thanking the pilot, he boarded a pelican and flew through the emptiness of space to the grey walls of the Chimera.

Enoch led Bubba onto the sleek vessel, the crew more numerous here due to their lack of A.I. They walked through the corridors until they reached the bridge, where Thrawn waited. His eyes locked onto Bubba with penetrating intensity.

“Guardian, you wished to speak with me.”

Bubba said, “Yes, I never got to speak with you privately about your goals or requests. Backup requests, etc. Didn’t have time before, and I did say I only ask you to trust me.”

Thrawn’s face revealed nothing. His red eyes locked on Bubba’s as he considered the words. “Very well, Guardian. I value your discretion. My primary goal remains—to safeguard the Chiss Ascendancy.”

Bubba laid out his options. “I can help you gather people from the multiverse, send you to a convenient time to help with them or your fleet. I can even send the Chiss elsewhere, technically—somewhere without the far outsiders. That reminds me, I’m sure you’re wondering why I know so much. I’ve told the others but we hadn’t spoken much yet.”

Thrawn’s expression stayed inscrutable, but Bubba sensed a flicker of intrigue at the mention of the multiverse. “Gathering people from other realities could indeed prove useful, Guardian. However, I must be cautious. I will not jeopardize the safety and security of the Chiss Ascendancy without thorough consideration and preparation.”

He paused, gaze steady on Bubba’s. “As for your knowledge, I have long suspected you possess insights beyond the normal realm. Your abilities and knowledge are... uncommon. I have seen many things in my years, but never quite like you.” Thrawn’s voice dropped to a lower register, caution threading his tone.

Bubba said, “It’s the multiverse, so you would agree that everyone is a story somewhere by chance, right? Well, in my reality, you’re all stories. That’s how I knew you and stuff. I’ve seen some of your struggles and victories.”

Thrawn’s eyes widened almost imperceptibly at the revelation, a flicker of surprise crossing his usually stoic features. “Stories, you say? Fascinating. I must admit, Guardian, your explanation, while unconventional, does much to clarify the breadth of your knowledge. It seems you have indeed been privy to more than mere rumor and hearsay.”

Bubba said, “Indeed, I don’t always know the details, but I do know a lot of the story beats, characters, motivations, and some general stuff. I thought you should know—wouldn’t be right otherwise. I’m an open book, Thrawn, and I truly wish to help everyone. If you can’t save your people, I can use the portals to time travel and try again. I don’t break promises easily and I stand by people I admire. Anyways, that was all. It’s cool to see the Chimera in person for sure.”

Thrawn’s posture remained rigid, but a new depth of understanding emerged in his eyes. “Your honesty is... refreshing, Guardian. I appreciate your openness, even if it defies conventional understanding.”

He paused, considering Bubba’s words carefully. “Your offer to aid in saving my people is... generous. However, I must be cautious. Time travel is not to be taken lightly, and the consequences of altering history are... unpredictable.”

Thrawn’s gaze drifted to the viewport, stars twinkling in the vast expanse. “Perhaps we can explore this further after the current crisis has been resolved. For now, let us focus on the task at hand.”

Bubba said, “Yes, sir. I’ve got to train in the Infinity. Let me know if you need me. Doing things alone is a good way to end up blown up in this place.”

Thrawn nodded solemnly, understanding the gravity. “Indeed, Guardian. The galaxy is a treacherous place, and caution is paramount. I will keep your offer in mind and reach out should the need arise. For now, focus on your training and the impending battle. Your unique abilities will be invaluable in the days to come.”

He turned back to the viewport, expression thoughtful. “May the Force be with you, Guardian. And remember, the best strategies often come from the most unexpected sources.”

As Bubba left the Chimera’s bridge, the feeling of Thrawn’s intense gaze lingered. He made his way back to the Infinity, the hum of the starship’s engines a familiar comfort. The corridors bustled with activity—crew members moving with purpose as they prepared for the impending battle. Bubba nodded to a few familiar faces, the weight of the conversation still heavy on his mind.

Approaching the training facilities, Bubba saw Ahsoka sparring with a group of UNSC Marines. Her movements were fluid and precise, a dance of lightsaber and blaster. She noticed Bubba and waved him over, face flushed with exertion but bright with determination.

“Bubba!” she called out, voice carrying over the clatter of training gear. “Come join us!”

Bubba said, “Sure, but I might have to bounce if Lasky calls. I have training for a mission in the holodecks and stuff.”

Ahsoka nodded, understanding the gravity of his duties. “Of course, Guardian. Duty calls, and I know how important your training is. But for now, let’s have a bit of fun and get some practice in.”

She sheathed her lightsaber and gestured to the Marines, who paused their training to listen. “The Guardian is going to join us for a sparring session. Let’s give him a warm welcome and see what he’s got!”

The Marines, a mix of seasoned veterans and eager recruits, murmured approval and formed a loose circle around Bubba, eyes gleaming with anticipation. Ahsoka handed him a training lightsaber, its hum filling the air as he activated it.

Bubba flinched, “Oh no, Ahsoka, I’ve never trained to fight. I don't got anything heh. That’s one reason I said I was just some guy. I couldn’t beat a single marine here, I bet.”

Ahsoka’s eyes widened in surprise at the admission, but a warm smile spread across her face. “Guardian, I know you’re not a typical soldier, but that doesn’t mean you can’t learn to defend yourself. The Force is with you, and with proper training, you can become a formidable fighter.”

She stepped closer, voice softening with encouragement. “Think of it this way—the lightsaber is an extension of yourself, a tool to channel your energy and focus. It’s not about raw strength or speed, but about precision, control, and instinct.”

Ahsoka gestured to the Marines, who watched with rapt attention. “These warriors have trained for years to hone their skills.”

Bubba said, “Indeed, it’s one reason I respect everyone here so much. I’m willing to train, I’m just not willing to get my ass kicked even if the Emilia camp has healing magic. That being said... I wanted a lightsaber. To cut through walls when needed.”

Ahsoka’s eyes lit up with excitement. “A lightsaber of your own? Guardian, that would be… interesting.” She turned thoughtful. “Of course, crafting a lightsaber is no simple task.”

Bubba said, “Well, you three Jedi can decide if that’s appropriate. For now, let’s train.”

Ahsoka nodded in agreement, face firm but encouraging. “You’re right, Guardian. Let’s focus on training for now, and we can discuss the lightsaber later. The Force is with you, and I have no doubt you’ll learn quickly.”

She turned to the gathered Marines, voice carrying clearly. “Everyone, we’re going to run Guardian through some basic defensive drills. Remember, the goal is to teach, not to overwhelm. Let’s start with the first position—ready stance.”

The Marines spread out, forming a loose circle around Bubba and Ahsoka. One of the more experienced soldiers stepped forward, holding a training baton. “Guardian, it’s me, Hawkins.”

Bubba said, “Yo! Good to see you alive. So, um, how does this work? I don’t want to hurt anyone.”

Hawkins’s face softened with understanding. “Don’t worry, Guardian. We’re all here to help, not hurt. The training baton I’m holding is made of a special polymer that won’t cause any real damage, even if it makes contact.”

He demonstrated, swinging the baton gently through the air. “We’re going to start with some basic blocking drills. Ahsoka will guide you through the motions, and I’ll be your opponent for now. Remember, it’s all about learning and improving, not about winning or losing.”

Ahsoka stepped closer, hand resting lightly on Bubba’s shoulder. “Just relax, Guardian. Let the Force flow through you.”

Bubba said, “Ah, batons and staffs—that makes sense. I thought we were about to have a giant fist fight. How silly of me.”

Ahsoka and Hawkins both laughed, the sound echoing in the holodeck.

“A giant fist fight?” Ahsoka said, still chuckling. “While I admire your enthusiasm, Guardian, that would be quite a different kind of training!”

Hawkins nodded, still smiling. “The baton and staff are standard issue for Marine hand-to-hand combat training. They’re more versatile than fists and allow for a wider range of techniques.”

Ahsoka stepped closer again, hand resting lightly on Bubba’s shoulder. “Now, Guardian, let’s start with the most basic of defensive stances.”

Bubba- "Aye Aye I'll try to copy your form i suppose"

Ahsoka nodded approvingly at Bubba’s willingness to learn. She stepped back and assumed a ready stance, feet shoulder-width apart, hands held up before her chest, palms facing out. “This is the basic ready stance, Guardian. Foundation for all other defensive positions. Now, try to mirror my form.”

Bubba watched carefully as Ahsoka demonstrated, then did his best to imitate the posture. Hawkins stepped forward, baton at the ready. “Alright, Guardian, let’s start with a simple block. I’m going to swing the baton at you. Use your staff to deflect it away from your body.”

“Got it,” Bubba replied.

Hawkins grinned, eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and anticipation. He swung the baton in a slow, controlled arc toward Bubba’s midsection. Bubba tensed, gripping the staff tighter as he raised it to block.

The baton struck the staff with a solid thud, a slight vibration traveling up Bubba’s arms. He managed to deflect the blow, but his stance wavered, forcing a small step back to regain balance. Ahsoka watched, thoughtful. “Good start, Guardian. But remember to keep your feet planted and your core engaged.”

“Mm, okay,” Bubba said.

Ahsoka nodded encouragingly, eyes fixed on his form. “You’re doing well. Now, let’s work on footwork.” She sidestepped smoothly left, maintaining ready stance. “Try to mirror me, but keep your staff up and ready.”

Bubba focused, shifting his weight to match her movement. Hawkins swung the baton again, aiming for Bubba’s head. Bubba’s instincts kicked in, raising the staff just in time to deflect the strike upward. The sudden move made him stumble slightly, nearly losing balance. Ahsoka’s eyes narrowed as she noted the stumble. “Remember, it’s not just about deflecting attacks, but maintaining balance and control. Try again, focus on a low center of gravity and fluid movements.”

Hawkins lowered his baton, nodding. “Take a moment to regroup. This is about learning, not rushing.”

Bubba took a deep breath, trying to steady nerves. He bent his knees slightly, keeping feet firmly planted, grip tightening on the staff but movements deliberate.

“I’ve never really planted my feet like this,” Bubba admitted. “Used to rush and turn a lot back in my restaurant days. But I know how to activate my muscles.”

Ahsoka nodded thoughtfully, brow furrowing slightly. “I understand, Guardian. Adapting new movement patterns is challenging when you’re used to your usual ways. But in hand-to-hand combat, a stable base is crucial. That’s why we focus so much on planted feet and low center of gravity.”

Hawkins stepped forward, serious. “Think of it this way: every ounce of stability counts. The more rooted you are, the harder it is for your opponent to knock you off or overpower you.”

“Oh, I’m willing to learn,” Bubba said. “I just like to explain myself.”

Ahsoka’s eyes softened in understanding as she listened. She nodded, lips curving into a gentle smile. “Of course. I appreciate your willingness and desire to explain. Communication’s key, especially in combat training.”

Hawkins added supportively, “You’re doing great, Guardian. We all process things differently. Key is balancing your natural instincts with techniques that’ll keep you safe.”

Ahsoka stepped forward gracefully. “Now, let’s try that sidestep again.”

Bubba took a deep breath, focusing on planted feet as he mirrored Ahsoka’s sidestep. Hawkins swung the baton again, aiming for Bubba’s head. This time Bubba deflected while keeping balance, though the staff wobbled slightly.

“Better,” Ahsoka encouraged, voice steady. “Keep practicing. Repetition builds muscle memory.”

Hawkins nodded approvingly. “You’re catching on quickly, but remember, real combat won’t be steady or predictable.”

Ahsoka’s eyes gleamed. She stepped back, lowering her baton. “Sergeant, if you would...” Hawkins lunged forward, baton swinging rapid and unpredictable. Bubba barely reacted in time, forced to block and dodge instinctively. The sudden pace caught him off guard, and his staff wobbled. “Whoa!” he exclaimed, catching breath.

Ahsoka watched, expression unreadable. “In a real fight, Guardian, your opponent won’t always give you time. You need to adapt on the fly.”

Bubba tried blending his old quick, spinning style from restaurant hustle with Ahsoka’s firm footing technique. The result was... unique. His moves became a bizarre hybrid of lightning-fast spins and jerky, stumbling steps. The contrast made a comical spectacle. Hawkins couldn’t hold back laughter.

“Guardian, I...” Ahsoka began, struggling to keep composure but shaking her head with a chuckle. “That is... certainly something. I’ve never seen anyone move quite like that.”

“I figured I should give it a shot,” Bubba said, laughing.

Ahsoka’s laughter faded, eyes sparkling. “Well, that was... unique. I appreciate your effort and creativity blending past experiences with this training. But remember, combat is about efficiency and control. Your quick moves are impressive but might not always serve you well where precision and stability matter.”

Hawkins, still chuckling, stepped forward. “You’ve got the right idea, just need to refine it. Let’s try focusing on transitioning smoothly between the two styles instead of combining them.”

“Indeed, that was my hope,” Bubba said. “Most people turn their feet a certain way, but I usually turn early. Maybe I could learn to fake my turns. Think that has merit? I’m here to learn.”

Ahsoka stepped closer, thoughtful. “Faking turn direction could give you an advantage, Guardian. If you make your opponent predict wrong, you might catch them off guard.”

Hawkins nodded in agreement. “It’s a smart tactic, using misdirection to throw off your opponent’s timing. In close-quarters combat, even a split second of hesitation can make all the difference.”

Ahsoka placed a hand on Bubba’s shoulder, her gaze intense. “But remember, Guardian, this technique will require even more precise control and balance. You’ll need to master the fundamentals first before you can reliably pull off fakes and feints.”

Bubba said, “Well, I’m free for a bit daily. I like a staff, too. It feels right.”

Ahsoka’s eyes lit up at his enthusiasm. “A staff is a versatile weapon, Guardian. It can be both an extension of your body and a tool for keeping your opponent at a distance. Let’s focus on refining your staff techniques and incorporating some of the principles we’ve discussed.”

Hawkins stepped back, giving them space. “I’ll observe and offer feedback as needed. Ahsoka, you lead the way.”

Nodding, Ahsoka took a defensive stance, staff in hand. “Let’s start with some basic drills to improve control and balance. Remember, the key is to keep your movements fluid and efficient.” She demonstrated a series of flowing motions, graceful and precise. “Try to match my movements, Guardian. Feel the weight of the staff in your hands, let it become an extension of your body.”

Bubba attempted to mimic her, his own staff feeling awkward at first but gradually becoming more natural as he practiced. The wooden weapon was smooth and well-balanced, unlike the makeshift tools he’d used in the past. His muscles ached from keeping up with Ahsoka’s fluidity, but he persisted, determined to improve.

Ahsoka smiled encouragingly as he worked through the drills, his movements growing more fluid with each repetition. “You’re doing well, Guardian. I can see you have a natural affinity for the staff.”

As the session continued, Bubba grew more comfortable with the weapon. The staff became an extension of his arm, his movements more precise and controlled. He could feel the strength in his muscles, the power coiled within the wooden shaft.

Ahsoka noticed his growing confidence and grinned. “Excellent, Guardian. You’re really starting to get the hang of this. Let’s try a few more advanced techniques.” She demonstrated a series of complex moves, her staff whirling and spinning in intricate patterns.

Bubba continued to follow instructions silently, falling into step with her. The wooden staff became an extension of his body; his movements grew fluid and precise with every passing moment.

From the sidelines, Hawkins watched intently, eyes narrowed in concentration. “Not bad, Guardian,” he remarked, grudging respect edging his voice. “You’re a quick learner.”

Ahsoka grinned, her staff flashing through the air as she demonstrated a complex sequence. “He’s got a natural talent for this, Sergeant. With a bit more practice, he could be a real force to be reckoned with.”

The training pressed on, Ahsoka and Hawkins pushing Bubba to his limits. Sweat beaded on his forehead, muscles burning with exertion as he struggled to keep up with their demanding pace. But even as his body screamed for rest, his mind remained focused, determined to master these new techniques.

As the drills intensified, Bubba’s comfort grew. The weapon felt less like a tool and more like a part of him—his every thought and action syncing with the smooth wooden shaft.

Ahsoka’s eyes glowed with pride as she observed his progress. “You’re doing exceptionally well, Guardian.”

Bubba nodded, confidence growing with each passing moment as he mastered the staff’s complex movements.

Hawkins stepped forward, his own wooden weapon at the ready. “Ready to put that theory to the test, Guardian?”

Ahsoka flashed a grin and raised her staff defensively. “It’s time for some sparring. Remember, it’s not just about speed — it’s also about control, precision, and anticipating your opponent’s next move.”

With a nod between them, Hawkins and Ahsoka assumed offensive stances and began circling Bubba like predators stalking their prey.

The air thickened with anticipation as the two combatants eyed their opponent, waiting for the first sign of weakness or aggression.

Bubba stood his ground, staff in hand, muscles coiled and ready to spring into action at a moment’s notice. The weight of the weapon pressed in his grip, smooth wood slick with sweat from his palm. His heart raced, adrenaline surging through his veins as he prepared for the inevitable clash.

Hawkins struck first, his staff lashing out in a blur. Bubba barely managed to deflect the blow, the impact sending a jolt of pain up his arm.

Seeing his struggle, Ahsoka intervened with a swift counterattack, her staff moving in a fluid arc to deflect Hawkins’s next strike. “Focus, Guardian,” she called, voice steady and calm. “Remember your training. Anticipate, react, and counter.”

Hawkins pressed the attack relentlessly, aggressive and unyielding. He feinted left, then swung his staff in a wide arc to the right.

Bubba ducked under the blow, feeling the rush of air as the staff passed mere inches from his head. He quickly countered with a strike aimed at Hawkins’s midsection.

Hawkins twisted away with surprising agility for his size. “Not bad, kid,” he grunted, approval tinged in his voice. “But you’re telegraphing your moves. Keep ’em unpredictable.”

Ahsoka nodded, her own staff moving in a graceful, hypnotic dance as she defended against Hawkins’s onslaught. “Guardian, remember, the key to winning a fight is keeping your opponent off-balance, guessing. Make your movements fluid, unpredictable. Let your instincts guide you.”

The two warriors continued their relentless assault, staffs clashing and ringing with each impact.

Bubba nodded, taking Ahsoka’s advice to heart, focusing on his breathing and letting instincts take over. His staff became a blur as he parried and struck, movements fluid and unpredictable.

Hawkins grunted in surprise as Bubba landed a solid hit on his shoulder, the impact sending a satisfying thud through the wooden shaft.

Ahsoka’s eyes sparkled with approval. “That’s it, Guardian! Keep pushing, keep adapting. You’re a natural at this.”

Undeterred by the hit, Hawkins pressed his attack with renewed vigor. He feinted left, then right, staff moving in a dizzying pattern as he sought an opening.

Bubba nodded to Ahsoka’s words, sharpening his focus and letting instincts drive his actions. His staff blurred with motion as he parried and struck, movements flowing and unpredictable. The room echoed with the rhythmic clacking of wooden staffs.

Hawkins’s feints grew more deceptive, strikes more powerful, but Bubba was ready. He felt the rhythm of battle, the energy ebbing and flowing between the three of them. His staff moved with a will of its own, guided by his few hours of training and Mew’s growing influence. He ducked under a sweeping blow, feeling the air rush past his ear. Pivoting on his heel, he spun to strike at Ahsoka, who deflected the blow with a smirk.

“Good,” she praised, “but don’t forget about me.”

Her staff came in, testing his defenses, and he managed to parry it, feeling vibrations from the impact run up his arm. The three continued their dance, staffs a blur as they wove through each other’s attacks. Ahsoka and Hawkins’s assaults grew more intense, their movements a complex, flowing pattern that seemed almost choreographed. Bubba felt muscles strain, sweat beading on his forehead, but pushed through—thrilled by the challenge and the chance to improve.

Suddenly, Ahsoka feinted left, then spun gracefully, staff striking at his midsection. He deflected just in time, but the impact sent him stumbling back. Hawkins seized the moment, his staff arcing toward Bubba’s head.

Ahsoka shouted a warning, but it was too late—the butt of Hawkins’s staff connected solidly with his temple.

Everything went black.

Ahsoka rushed to his side as he crumpled, her staff clattering to the floor beside him.

Chapter Text

Part 11 Matcha Arrives

Hawkins cursed, lowering his own weapon. “Shit, I’m sorry, man. That was a rookie mistake on my part.”

Ahsoka ignored him, her full attention fixed on Bubba. She crouched down, gently cradling his head in her lap. “Guardian? Can you hear me?” Her voice was soft with concern, her fingertips brushing tenderly across his cheek. Bubba groaned, blinking up at her briefly as his vision started to clear.

“It’s alright, you’re okay,” Ahsoka assured him, her thumb tracing soothing circles on his temple.

“Ahsoka Tano?” Bubba asked, his voice suddenly pitched much higher than usual.
“Y-Yes? Who are you, Guardian?” Ahsoka looked down at him, her expression a mix of concern and curiosity as he lay dazed in her lap.

“Is this a dream?” Bubba asked in that new, high voice.

Ahsoka’s brow furrowed in confusion at the change. “No, Guardian, this is not a dream. You took a hard hit, but you’re awake now. How are you feeling?” She gently helped him sit up, her eyes scanning his face for signs of injury beyond the reddening bruise on his temple.

Hawkins approached cautiously, his expression a mix of concern and regret. “I’m sorry, Bubba. I didn’t mean to hit you that hard. You were doing great out there, really holding your own. That was a stupid mistake on my part.”

Bubba blinked, trying to process the sudden change in his voice. “I… I don’t understand. This doesn’t feel like a dream…” He pinched himself, hard, ignoring the pain. Ahsoka’s eyes widened slightly as she watched, her confusion deepening.

“Guardian, what’s happening? Your voice… it’s different,” she said, glancing at Hawkins, who shrugged, equally bewildered.

“Maybe it’s a side effect of the hit you took,” Hawkins suggested, though his voice lacked conviction.

“My head hurts. Is this like a convention or something? How did I get here?” Bubba asked.

Ahsoka frowned, clearly concerned by his disorientation. “Guardian, I’m not sure what you mean by a ‘convention.’ We’re on the UNSC Infinity, training. You hit your head pretty hard during sparring with Hawkins and me.”

She cupped his face, tilting it up so she could look into his eyes. “Guardian, focus. Can you tell me your name? Where you’re from? The last thing you remember before the spar?”

“I’m Matcha. I remember being in pain. I don’t remember why…”

Ahsoka’s face darkened at his words. “Matcha? That’s not your name, Guardian. You’re…” She paused, clearly struggling to find the right words. “Is this one of your alters?” She glanced at Hawkins, who shook his head slightly. Turning back to Bubba, she spoke gently but firmly. “Matcha, I need you to focus. You’re not just Matcha. You’re the Guardian. You’ve been training with us, remember? You’ve opened portals, fought alongside us. This is real, not a dream or a convention.”

She took a deep breath, steadying her voice. “I think we need to get you checked out by the medical team. Something’s not right. Hawkins, can you help me get him to the medbay?”

Hawkins nodded gravely. “Yeah, of course. Let’s get you up, kid.”

“Portals? I’m just some guy… the hell is a Guardian? What am I guarding?” Matcha asked as they helped him to his feet.

“Guardian, you’re not ‘just some guy.’ You’re the Guardian, a being with the power to open portals between dimensions. You’ve been training with us, fighting against the Banished, helping people from dying worlds,” Ahsoka explained, supporting his weight.

Hawkins steadied Bubba on his other side. “Come on, kid. Let’s get you to the medbay. You’re not making any sense right now.”

As they guided him down the corridor, Ahsoka kept speaking softly, trying to jog his memory. “You’ve opened portals to other universes, connected with Sangheili across the multiverse.”

“Sangheili? Like from Halo? That’s my favorite game series. Let’s slow down… let me look you in the eye, ‘Ahsoka.’”

Ahsoka’s expression flickered between concern and exasperation. She slowed, gripping his shoulders. “Guardian, I’m not playing a game. This is real. Those are real people — the Sangheili, the Banished, even the UNSC. You’re not dreaming.”

She looked steadily into his eyes. “You’ve been living this reality. You’ve helped us, given us hope when we needed it most. Remember the Enterprise? Your portal to find them? The Banished? Everything we’ve worked for, you’ve been a part of.” She glanced briefly at Hawkins before returning her gaze to him.

“Well, I can tell you’re being honest… but that makes even less sense. Just who have you guys been hanging out with? What is my name? I can make portals now?”

“Your name? It’s Bubba… or Guardian,” Ahsoka explained. “Your name is Bubba, and you hold the title of the Guardian.” She searched his eyes for any hint of recognition.

Matcha froze, his face a mix of shock and disbelief. Then, in an instant, he scowled. “Bubba?!”

Ahsoka’s face lit up with a glimmer of hope at Bubba’s reaction. “Yes, that’s it! You’re Bubba, the Guardian. Do you remember now?” She gently squeezed his shoulders, her touch both reassuring and grounding. “You’ve been training with us, fighting against the Banished, helping people from dying worlds. We’ve been through so much together.”

Hawkins chimed in, his gruff voice carrying a note of encouragement. “Yeah, kid. You’re Bubba. You’ve got some serious skills with that staff, even if you did take a nasty hit today.” He glanced at Ahsoka, then back to Bubba. “You sure you’re okay?”

Matcha blurted, “Bubba… that rat bastard pussy-ass fuck! You’ve been having a space adventure without me? If I could I’d kick your ass!”

Ahsoka and Hawkins exchanged a confused look, unsure how to react to the sudden outburst. Ahsoka turned back to him, her expression a mix of concern and faint amusement. “Bubba, I don’t understand. You seem to remember who you are, but your… colorful language suggests something’s still off.”

Hawkins chuckled dryly. “Kid, I’ve heard some wild stuff, but that’s a new one. You sure you’re feeling alright?” He looked at Ahsoka. “Maybe we should get him to the medbay ASAP.”
Ahsoka nodded, still holding onto Bubba’s shoulders. “I think that’s a good idea.”

“I’m fine! Better than ever…” Matcha’s voice stayed high-pitched. “I’m guessing Bubba didn’t bother telling you guys we have D.I.D. I’m Matcha, and the goofy fuck you’ve known, supposedly, is Bubba.”

Ahsoka’s eyes widened in realization, her grip tightening slightly as she processed this new information. “Oh Bubba, we have discussed that. I just… hadn’t seen it before now. Is this how it works for you?” Her voice stayed steady, but her eyes betrayed a whirlwind of thoughts. “Matcha, if that’s who you are now, we need to understand this better. Bubba has been a crucial part of our team, and if you’re a part of him, then you’re just as important.”

Hawkins, ever the pragmatist, interjected. “Look, kid—Matcha—we need to get you to the medbay. We can sort out this whole identity thing later, but right now, we need to make sure you’re physically okay. That hit you took was no joke.”

“Yeah yeah, why am I hurt anyway? Let me guess, he did something completely crazy, didn’t he?”

Ahsoka and Hawkins exchanged another glance, a silent conversation passing between them. Ahsoka finally spoke, her voice soft but heavy with concern. “Matcha, Bubba has done some crazy things, but right now he was just sparring with us.”

“Wait wait… he just went with the name Bubba? Like that was our actual name?”

Ahsoka’s brow furrowed as she considered the question, loosening her grip. “Bubba… that is the name you’ve gone by, yes. I know it might seem strange, but in this reality, that’s who you are.” She glanced at Hawkins, who shrugged.

“Kid,” Hawkins said, his gruff voice tinged with sympathy, “I know it’s a lot to take in. But right now, we need to focus on getting you checked out. We can sort out the rest later.”
Ahsoka nodded in agreement, her eyes never leaving Bubba.

“Yes, we can go. Bubba is just an asshole. Our real name is Matthew. Bubba. I swear to God when he shows back up…”

Ahsoka’s face grew more serious. “Matthew. I’ve never heard that name before, but if that’s who you are, then I’m glad to know.” Her hand moved from his shoulder to the small of his back, gently guiding him toward the door.

Hawkins stepped alongside, his usually stern face now set in a look of concern. “Kid, listen. We’ve all been through some pretty crazy stuff. Reality-hopping, Banished fighting.” He chuckled darkly. “But we’re here, and we’ll help you sort this out.”

“Come on, Matthew,” Ahsoka said firmly.

“Yeah yeah, I’m walking. Whoa, okay—stumbling. It’s whatever.”

Ahsoka and Hawkins exchanged a concerned glance as he stumbled slightly, his balance still clearly affected by the blow to the head. Ahsoka’s hand stayed steady on his back as she guided him forward. “Easy there, Matthew. One step at a time.”

Hawkins walked alongside, his eyes fixed on Bubba’s—no, Matthew’s—face, ready to catch him if needed. “You’re not the first person to take a hard hit and have a bit of a trip, but we need to make sure there’s no more serious damage.”

The ever-present hum of the UNSC Infinity’s systems surrounded them as they moved through the corridors. Rounding a corner, Dr. Troi spotted the three of them. Her eyes widened with concern and curiosity at Matthew’s unsteady gait and the steadying hands of Ahsoka and Hawkins.

“What’s going on here?” she asked, voice a blend of professional detachment and genuine worry.

Ahsoka spoke first, her voice steady. “Dr. Troi, Matthew—formerly known as Bubba—has experienced some memory loss and identity confusion. We’re taking him to the medbay for a check-up.”

Hawkins nodded in agreement, adding with urgency, “He took a pretty hard hit during training.”

Dr. Troi’s eyes flickered with understanding. She stepped closer, her voice softening as she addressed Matthew directly. “I’m here to help. Let’s get you to the medbay so we can assess your condition and ensure there’s no lasting damage.”

She turned to Ahsoka and Hawkins, her tone more authoritative. “I’ll take it from here. Please inform the rest of the team that we need to be prepared for any potential changes in Matthew’s condition. Ahsoka, I’d like you to stay close. Your insights into Matthew’s unique abilities and his alter personalities might be crucial.”

Ahsoka nodded seriously.

“Jesus, are there any other fictional characters here? Is this really not a dream?” Matcha muttered.

Ahsoka’s hand stayed firm on his back as they entered the medbay, her Jedi-trained senses alert to his disorientation.

Dr. Troi’s expression softened with compassion as she guided him inside. “Matthew, I’m going to run some tests to determine the extent of your head injury. Please try to remain calm and follow my instructions.”

She led him to an examination bed and began her assessment—checking pupils, asking him to track her finger, listening to his heart and breathing. “The good news is, there doesn’t appear to be any serious physical damage.”

“Let’s go!” Matcha said enthusiastically at the news.

Dr. Troi raised an eyebrow at the sudden burst of energy, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Well, that’s the spirit. However, we need to be cautious. Even if there’s no serious physical damage, your memory loss and identity confusion are still significant concerns. We need to understand what’s happening before we proceed.”

She turned to Ahsoka. “I’d like you to stay with Matthew for now. Your connection with him and your understanding of his abilities might help us navigate this situation more effectively.”

Ahsoka nodded, her expression thoughtful. "Of course, Dr."

Matcha asked, "Connection?"

Ahsoka's eyes softened as she looked at him, a mix of concern and affection in her gaze. "Yes, Bubba. Our connection. We've been through so much together—fighting the Banished, working with the UNSC, using your portal abilities to help others across dimensions. There's a bond there, a trust that goes beyond just being teammates."

She took a step closer, her hand finding his and giving it a gentle squeeze. "I've seen you at your strongest, leading the charge against impossible odds. I've also seen you at your most vulnerable, grappling with the weight of your powers and the responsibility that comes with them. We've been... dating openly for a few days now."

Matcha asked, "Bubba's... dating Ahsoka Tano?"

Ahsoka's eyes widened slightly at his words, a flicker of surprise and perhaps a hint of hurt crossing her features. "Yes, Bubba. We've been dating. For a few days now, as I said. I thought you knew that."

She took a small step back, her hand slipping from his. Her voice was soft, but there was an undercurrent of concern. "Has your memory loss affected your recollection of our relationship as well?"

Dr. Troi watched the exchange with a professional eye, her expression remaining neutral. "Ahsoka, perhaps we should give Bubba some space to process this new information."

Matcha pouted, "No, I'd like to hear what that selfish asshole Bubba has been up to."

Ahsoka's face darkened, her hand moving to rest on the hilt of her lightsaber. "Bubba, I understand you're confused and scared, but that kind of language is unnecessary. You're not being fair to yourself or to me."

Dr. Troi stepped forward, her hands raised in a placating gesture. "Bubba, I need you to focus. This kind of self-deprecation and negative self-talk is counterproductive to your healing. We need to address your condition objectively, not through emotional outbursts or name-calling."

Ahsoka's voice became more gentle, but firm. "Bubba, I know you're struggling, but we need to work through this together."

Bubba said, "Listen, I don't wanna make y’all feel bad, but this is a lot. Bubba is a clown, pardon my French. Could I get, like, a rundown of what's been happening to... me?"

Isabel chimed in from the speakers, "Ahsoka, Troi, it appears as though one of Bubba's other alters is out—this Matcha. Matcha, Bubba has helped multiple factions trapped in a Forerunner shield world, attempting to stop the Banished from taking over the multiverse. The shield world is a portal nexus. Bubba has gained friends and is close with Ahsoka. Does that clear everything up for everyone?"
Dr. Troi's eyebrows rose slightly at Isabel's intervention, but she maintained her professional demeanor. "Isabel, while I appreciate the information, it's important that we allow Bubba to process this at his own pace. Overwhelming him with details could be counterproductive to his recovery."

Ahsoka nodded in agreement, her hand still resting on her lightsaber hilt. "Bubba, I know this is a lot to take in, but we're here to help you through it. Can you tell us what you're feeling right now? What do you remember about the last few days or weeks?"

Matcha found himself increasingly confused and disoriented.

Matcha said, "Thanks, Isabel. I guess that answers my question. I'm remembering now—leaving Bubba in control. I guess I was a little hard on him just now. Could someone just clap twice and ask for Bubba? That works sometimes."

Ahsoka's face relaxed, a small smile forming. "I appreciate your honesty, Bubba. And I understand the struggle you're going through." She looked at Dr. Troi, who nodded encouragingly. "We can try the clapping technique, but it's not always reliable. Your DID is complex, and we need to be prepared for the possibility that it might not work."

Dr. Troi stepped forward, her hands clasped in front of her. "Bubba, I want to emphasize that switching between alters is a normal part of your condition. There's no need to feel guilty or embarrassed about it. We're here to support you, no matter which alter is present."

Matcha said, "Yeah, but I don't want to be here suddenly interfering. I don't even know the details. I'm not ready to deal with this. I'll ask Bubba for a summary and watch from the back for a bit, since this is mighty interesting. This is my choice. Please, I just need a little help."

Ahsoka and Dr. Troi exchanged a glance, a silent understanding passing between them. Ahsoka nodded slowly, her eyes filled with concern. "I understand, Bubba. If you'd like to take a step back and let Bubba handle this, we can certainly respect that. But remember, we're all here to support you, no matter which alter is in control."

Dr. Troi stepped forward, her voice gentle but firm. "Bubba, I want to reiterate that it's perfectly okay to ask for help when you need it. This process of self-discovery and healing isn't always easy, and there's no shame in taking a moment to gather your thoughts."

Matcha said, "I understand. Please—it doesn't work as often when I do it."

Dr. Troi stepped closer to him, her voice soothing. "Bubba, I understand your reluctance, but please remember, you're in a safe space here. Ahsoka and I are here to support you, no matter which alter is in control."

Ahsoka nodded, her hand still resting on her lightsaber hilt. "Bubba, I know this is difficult for you. But we need to work together to help you understand your condition and how to manage it. Bubba's experiences and memories are a part of you, even if they don't feel that way right now."

Matcha said, "Mew, these people aren't listening to me. Please, do your job."

Dr. Troi's expression softened, and she took a deep breath before responding. "Bubba, I assure you, we are listening. But we also need you to understand that your safety and well-being are our top priorities. We can't force you to do anything, but we can guide you through this process. Let's try something different. Would you be comfortable with us trying to communicate with Bubba directly? Perhaps we can ask him to share his experiences and memories with you, so you can better understand what's been happening."

Ahsoka, sensing the tension, stepped back slightly, giving him more space. "Bubba, we're not here to force you into anything."

Matcha said, "So these are Bubba's friends, huh? Mew, I swear to Christ..." Suddenly his head jolted to the left and he gasped before becoming silent.

The room fell silent as he suddenly stopped speaking, his eyes widening slightly as if seeing something only he could perceive. Ahsoka's grip tightened on her lightsaber hilt, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the room, ready for any threat. Dr. Troi's expression turned from concern to alertness, her empathic senses picking up on the sudden shift in his emotions.

Ahsoka leaned in slightly, her voice low and steady. "Bubba? Are you still with us? If you can hear me, give us a sign."

Dr. Troi stepped closer, her voice a soothing whisper. "Bubba, it's okay. Whatever you're experiencing, we're here to help. Try to focus on my voice."

Bubba gave a thumbs up and motioned for a writing device.

Ahsoka immediately produced a datapad, sliding it over to him. Bubba grasped it firmly, his hands slightly unsteady as he navigated to the notes app. After a moment, he started typing quickly, his fingers moving with practiced efficiency despite the clear signs of agitation.

Dr. Troi stepped closer, speaking in a calm and reassuring tone. "Bubba, whatever you're typing, please remember we're all here to help you. If you feel overwhelmed at any point, just say the word and we can stop."

Ahsoka stands near, her eyes flickering with understanding. "I see you writing. Take your time, Bubba."

Mew wrote, "this is mew, Bubba will be back at some point, think I just need a nap. sorry about matcha, to be fair he did just ask for one thing. I don't speak, sorry."

Dr. Troi nods sympathetically as she reads Bubba’s message, her eyes flicking between Bubba and the datapad. "Bubba, I understand that you need rest. However, I'm concerned about the rapid switching between alter personalities. Have you experienced this before? Does it typically precede a longer episode?"

Ahsoka leans in, speaking softly. "Bubba, I know you're tired. But we really need to establish some ground rules here. You can't just leave us in the dark about your condition. If you're switching between personalities so quickly, it could be dangerous. Do you think you could stay here and let us monitor you for a bit? We'll make sure you're safe while you rest."

Mew continues typing, "guys this is perfectly normal for me, or it was, Bubba has been the host recently, 3, 4, and matcha all went dormant for a while. there are usually more of us here switching every few hours or even more often. yes I usually switch in just a split second. I’m fine, my head just hurts from the light injury. I don't have episodes, we've had this under control for a few years now. I've just never been struck in the head I guess, not in many years, I've been careful."

Dr. Troi reads Bubba’s message, her expression a mix of concern and understanding. "Bubba, I appreciate your insight into your condition. However, I must point out that rapid, uncontrolled switching between alters can indeed be dangerous, especially if there are physical injuries involved. Have you ever had a medical evaluation for your D.I.D.? It would be prudent to have a thorough check-up, both physically and mentally, to ensure there are no underlying issues we need to address."

Ahsoka steps closer, her voice soft but firm. "Bubba, I know this is a lot to take in, but I need you to understand—your safety and the safety of everyone around you is paramount."

Mew wrote, "I’ll do your tests if you have to but I promise I’m fine now, the body was just discombobulated, I control the body and the switching, i.e., I was under the weather for a sec. the staff that hit my head wasn't that bad, it's not even bleeding. please relax, Ahsoka, Troi. I am in control now, Bubba probably is just resting after such a crazy few days."

Dr. Troi nods slowly, her eyes searching Bubba’s as if trying to peer into his very soul. "Bubba, I understand your desire for control and independence. However, I must insist on a thorough examination. Your wellbeing is our primary concern, and we cannot in good conscience let you leave without ensuring there are no hidden complications from your injury or the rapid switching of alters."

Ahsoka steps forward, her expression a mix of concern and determination. "Bubba, I know you're capable and strong-willed. But right now, we need to put your safety first. A thorough check-up will give us peace of mind and ensure you're in the best possible condition to continue your work."

Mew wrote, “very well, you would like water though. Let the tests begin! :).”

Dr. Troi smiles gently, appreciating his acquiescence.

"Of course, Bubba. Ahsoka, would you be so kind as to fetch a glass of water for our patient?"
As Ahsoka nods and heads off to the dispenser, Dr. Troi turns back to Bubba, her expression warm and reassuring. "I know this may seem daunting, Bubba, but I promise you—we're here to support you, not to judge or restrict. A thorough examination will help us understand your unique condition better and provide you with the best possible care."

Ahsoka returns shortly with a cup of water, which she hands to Bubba with a soft smile. "Here you go, Bubba."

Mew gave a thumbs up and smiles.

Dr. Troi returns his smile, though hers is tinged with professional concern. "Thank you, Bubba. Now, I'm going to start by asking you some questions about your physical symptoms. Have you experienced any dizziness, headaches, or changes in vision since the injury to your head? Any nausea or vomiting?"
Ahsoka stands nearby, alert and ready to help if needed. Her hand rests near her lightsaber hilt, a habit she's developed after so many years of combat. She meets Bubba’s gaze, giving him an encouraging nod. "Bubba, I know you're tough. But remember—we're on your side, always. Take your time and be honest with Dr. Troi, okay?"

Mew wrote, "Headache, was dizzy, could use migraine meds. Vision clear."

Dr. Troi makes a note of his symptoms on her data pad. "Very well, Bubba. I can prescribe something for the migraines if needed. Now, let's move on to some more detailed questions about your D.I.D. Can you tell me about your alters? How many are there? Do they have distinct personalities and memories?" Her voice is warm but probing, clearly looking for any additional insights into his condition.

Ahsoka watches intently as Bubba responds, her brow furrowed slightly in concern. "Bubba, we both know you've got a complex system in there. But if you can provide some specifics to Dr. Troi, it might help with the evaluation."

Bubba wrote, “20–22 alters. Yes, although we don't usually separate memories in the present, like matcha would have gotten a summary of memories thrown his way if we hadn't been hit in the head."

Dr. Troi's eyes widen slightly as she processes his response. "Twenty to twenty-two alters, you say? That's quite complex, Bubba. Have you ever lost time due to switching? Any gaps in memory or confusion about where you are or who you're talking to?"

Mew wrote, “Yes, no to the second aside from just then with matcha.”

Dr. Troi's face relaxes slightly, relief visible in her expression. "I'm glad to hear you haven't been experiencing significant memory gaps, Bubba. That's an encouraging sign." She pauses, considering her next question carefully. "Now, I'd like to ask about your triggers for switching. Have you noticed any patterns or situations that tend to bring on a change in alter?"

Mew wrote, "Ahsoka relax darling I'm truly fine. I, mew, have been here this whole time in the background. I sometimes get triggered when I see something that would have pissed my parents off. Or me off... otherwise I don't get triggered in a negative way. Well, maybe extreme depression for a few hours sometimes. But that's rare now.”

Dr. Troi's face softens with understanding as she listens. "Thank you for sharing that, Bubba. It's clear you have a strong support system here, which is crucial for managing D.I.D." She makes another note on her data pad. "Now, about the depression—have you noticed any patterns there? Any particular events or situations that seem to trigger it?"

Ahsoka's grip on Bubba’s arm tightens slightly, her eyes narrowing in concern. "Bubba, I'm glad you're feeling better. But if you ever need to talk about anything that's bothering you, you know I'm here, right? We all are."

Mew wrote, “Thanks Ahsoka, I’m aware y’all are just trying to help. Please understand my perspective. I fully grasp what's going on and am fine now. I guess if I get whacked in the head I might have memory loss and switch for a bit. No big deal. I get depressed for a few hours pretty easily, over small stuff, like when I think people don't like me or say no to me. It's the bpd. I try to manage it and understand people."

Dr. Troi nods, taking in his words with a thoughtful expression. "Borderline Personality Disorder, you mentioned. That's a significant piece of the puzzle, Bubba. It's important to address both the D.I.D. and the BPD to ensure comprehensive care. Let's focus on managing both conditions effectively." She turns to Ahsoka. "Ahsoka, could you please step out for a moment? I need to conduct a few more sensitive tests and ask some personal questions that might be easier for Bubba to answer without you present."

Ahsoka nods, understanding the need for privacy. She gives his arm a gentle squeeze before standing up. "I'll be right outside if you need me, Bubba. Just call out."

Mew wrote, “Relax dear. Go calm down, I'll be fine. Sorry to scare you, like Bubba said, we’re pretty complex.”

Dr. Troi watches Ahsoka leave the room, then turns back with a gentle smile. "Thank you for your understanding, Bubba. I know this process can feel intrusive at times, but I assure you, it's all part of helping you get the care you need." She pauses, considering her next question carefully. "Now, I'd like to ask about your alters. Specifically, can you tell me more about the one who was present when you were attacked? Matcha?"

Mew wrote, “Matcha is like 12 to 15 years old and usually is a good guy. He and Bubba fight sometimes, that's all. Matcha is probably jealous of Bubba and Ahsoka and worries she won't like him as much, which triggers my bpd I guess.”

Dr. Troi makes a note, her brow furrowing slightly. "I see. That's a complex dynamic you're describing, Bubba. The jealousy between alters can be particularly challenging to manage." She leans forward slightly, speaking in a gentle, confidential manner. "Has there been any violence or self-harm associated with these internal conflicts between Matcha and Bubba? Any times when the two personalities came to the surface at once?"

Her voice is low and deliberate now. "This kind of conflict can be incredibly painful, Bubba. I'm here to help you work through it and find healthier ways to manage your alters' relationship with each other, and with your primary identity as well."

Mew wrote, “We frequently co-host and share the mind and body. They usually get along fine. No self harm aside from nail biting.”

Dr. Troi's expression relaxes slightly at this reassurance. "That's a good sign, Bubba. It's crucial that we foster a sense of cooperation and understanding among your alters. It sounds like Matcha and Bubba have a contentious relationship, but it's positive that they haven't resorted to self-harm." She pauses. "I'd like to try a few exercises to help you communicate more effectively with your alters. This will help us understand their needs and concerns better."

She took a deep breath, her voice steady and calm. "Let's start with Matcha. Can you try to invite him to the forefront, so we can have a conversation with him directly?"

Matcha suddenly said, "Can I just fricking—" but Mew cut him off, glaring sharply to his left.

Dr. Troi raised an eyebrow at the sudden shift in Bubba’s demeanor, her eyes flicking to the left as if trying to follow his gaze. "Matcha, I presume?" she asked softly, her voice steady and non-judgmental. She leaned back slightly, giving Bubba space, and waited for a response.

The room seemed to grow colder, and the air felt heavier. Bubba’s eyes narrowed, his voice shifting subtly into a more youthful, defiant tone. "Yeah, it’s me. What do you want?" Matcha said, his voice laced with both curiosity and hostility.

Dr. Troi nodded calmly, acknowledging the younger alter’s presence. "Hello, Matcha. I'm Dr. Troi, and I'm here to help Bubba and all of his alters. I understand you and Bubba have had some conflicts, and I want to work with you both to find a healthier way to coexist."

She paused, letting Matcha process her words. "I know it can be frustrating and painful to feel jealous or left out. But I want you to know that you're an important part of Matthew, and your feelings matter."

"Matthew doesn’t exist," Matcha growled. "He’s just a concept. We exist, no matter how shitty life gets..." He sighed, his voice softening just slightly. "I guess I’m glad Bubba’s having fun. I worry it’ll blow up in his face though. We have bad luck. Very bad luck."

Dr. Troi nodded, her eyes reflecting empathy and curiosity. "I see, Matcha. It's not uncommon for alters to feel that way, especially when they’ve been through a lot. But let’s focus on the present and how we can make things better for all of you."

She leaned forward, voice soft but firm. "You mentioned that you and Bubba have had conflicts. Can you tell me more about what triggers them? What thoughts or emotions lead to these disagreements?"

Matcha’s expression softened a touch, though defiance lingered in his voice. "It’s just…"

Mew shook his head and wrote, "No. I’m not ready to divulge every little thing to you right now, sorry. I’ve already had a long day. I need rest. I am fine."

Dr. Troi nodded again, warmly. "I completely understand, Matcha. It’s okay you’re not ready to share everything. Healing is a process, and it’s important to respect your own pace."

She leaned back slightly. "You’re right, it has been a long day. Let’s take a break for now. You’re doing great—brave and open-minded. I’m really proud of you."

"Thanks," Matcha replied, before continuing, "I’m going to my room now. Thanks again, doc. Sorry for the trouble. Wait—I guess I should find Ahsoka."

Dr. Troi smiled warmly. "No trouble at all, Matcha. You’re never a bother. As for Ahsoka, I believe she went to the mess hall."

Matcha nodded, a small smile forming. "Alright, thanks, doc. I appreciate it." At the door, he paused. "And hey, don’t worry about me and Bubba too much. We’ll figure it out. We always do."

With that, Matcha slipped out into the corridor. Dr. Troi watched him go, jotting down a few notes.

A short while later, Matcha entered the mess hall. The room bustled with crew members, voices merging into a low hum. He spotted Ahsoka in a corner, sipping tea and gazing out the viewport at the stars.

"Yo, I’m healed, haha. It’s Matcha. Looks like I’m here till after we sleep, I bet. Mew says hi. Mew wants to hug you."

Ahsoka’s ears perked at his voice, a warm smile spreading across her face. She pushed out a chair with her foot. "Well, hello there, Matcha. I’m so glad to see you." She leaned forward, eyes fixed on him. "You look tired. How are you feeling? Mew says hi! And wants to hug me? How adorable is that?"

She opened her arms, and Matcha embraced her with unrestrained joy. The warmth was grounding.

"Mmm, right," he murmured, shivering slightly. "Thanks. Um, I just wanted to let you know I’m fine. I need to sleep this headache off."

Ahsoka’s face softened at the wince. She cupped his cheek gently. "Of course, sweetheart. You’ve been through a lot today." Standing, she moved closer, her presence soothing. "I’ll walk you to your quarters. You shouldn’t be alone right now, not with that head injury."

She wrapped an arm around his shoulders, guiding him toward the exit. The mess hall blurred away. "Do you want me to stay with you for a while? I can bring tea, or just sit until you fall asleep."

"Um… I don’t know. Yes and no."

"That’s okay," Ahsoka said, still holding him close. "Why don’t we get you back to your room, and we can talk more there?"

They walked through the corridors of the Infinity, the familiar hum of the ship fading into the background. Reaching his quarters, Ahsoka keyed the door open and led him inside. "Why don’t you change into something comfortable, and I’ll make us some tea?"

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Part 12.1 Splitting and Portaling Around
Matcha said, “Change? Um. OK. I guess I was sweaty.”

Ahsoka nodded sympathetically, her hand resting gently on his shoulder. “You were in quite a state when you arrived at the medical bay, sweetheart. No wonder you’re feeling so hot and clammy.” She guided him to his closet, opening it for him. “Here, let’s find something comfortable for you to change into.”

She reached in, pulling out a soft, oversized t-shirt and a pair of comfortable shorts. “How about these? They’ll be perfect for lounging.” As Matcha took the clothes from her, she added, “I’ll just go make that tea, okay? Call out if you need anything at all.”

Matcha said, “Let that Hawkins that hit my head know I’m OK please. I’m going to sleep. Oh, and thanks. I’m sure I’ll return to be able to actually do stuff.”

Ahsoka paused, her hand on the doorframe, and turned back to him with a gentle smile. “Of course, I’ll let Hawkins know you’re alright. He was just doing his job, you know. He cares about you, even if his methods can be a bit… rough.”

She stepped closer, her voice softening. “And don’t worry about yourself. You’re a part of you, and you’ll be back when you need to be. For now, just focus on resting and healing. That’s an order from your lover, not your commander.” She gave him a playful wink, then turned to leave. “I’ll be right back with that tea.”

Matcha said, “Ah, I’m not a tea guy. Tastes like dirty leaves to me. I’ll sleep. Will you be OK?”

Ahsoka chuckled softly, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “Fair enough, you’re not alone in that. I prefer a good cup of coffee myself, most of the time.” She moved closer, her hand gently cupping his cheek. “I’ll be just fine, sweetie. I’m more worried about you right now. Get some rest, and I’ll check on you in a bit.”

She gave him a soft kiss on the forehead, her hand moving to his shoulder in a comforting gesture. “I’ll be right outside if you need anything. Just call out, okay? And try to get some sleep. Your body needs it after everything you’ve been through today.”

Matcha drifted off to sleep, the gentle hum of the ship and the distant sounds of the base fading into the background. His body relaxed, the tension from the day slowly draining away as he sank into the soft mattress. The t-shirt and shorts Ahsoka had provided were soft against his skin, and he couldn’t help but smile at the thought of her taking care of him.

As he slept, his mind wandered through a series of vivid dreams. He found himself standing on a lush, green planet, the air thick with the scent of exotic flowers. In the distance, he could see a group of Sangheili, their blue skin glistening in the sunlight.

Bubba woke with a start, rubbing his head, confused for a few seconds before he remembered everything. “Shit, I gotta do portal training.”

His hand instinctively went to his temple, where he found a small, tender bump from the earlier scuffle. Memories flooded back, and he sat up abruptly. “Fuck, I missed the portal training!” He threw off the covers and stumbled out of bed, still disoriented.

Ahsoka, who had been resting in a nearby chair, stood up quickly at the sight of his distress. “Whoa there, slow down. What happened to ‘get some rest and heal’?” She moved toward him, concern etched on her face. “The training isn’t for a few more hours. You’re still recovering, remember?”

Bubba said, “Hours, OK. I have to portal train for my mission, Ahsoka, I’ve got two missions actually. Everyone is counting on me. Oh crap. I’m so sorry about Matcha…”

Ahsoka stepped in front of him, gently but firmly, her hands resting on his shoulders. “Bubba, I understand your drive, I really do. But you can’t help anyone if you’re not at full strength.” She gave him a stern look, her face set in a serious mask.

“But more importantly, what happened with Matcha was beyond your control. You were injured, and that’s not something to apologize for. You’re still the same person — just as vital and as important as before.” She gave him a reassuring squeeze. “Now, how about we get some food in you? Then we can discuss your training and those missions of yours. Deal?”

Bubba said, “Only if I can get a kiss, heh.”

Ahsoka’s stern expression softened, a playful glint appearing in her eyes. She leaned in closer, her hands sliding up to cup his face gently. “Well, I suppose I can be persuaded…” she murmured, her voice low and sultry.

She pressed her lips to his in a soft, lingering kiss. It was tender and sweet, a perfect blend of comfort and affection. As she pulled back, she smiled warmly at him. “There. Now, how about we get you fed? I’m sure you must be starving after everything that’s happened.”

She took his hand, intertwining her fingers with his. “Come on, I know a great place on the ship where we can grab a bite.” As they walked hand in hand through the bustling corridors of the Infinity, the hum of the ship’s engines and the distant chatter of crew members filled the air. The scent of recycled air and the faint hum of machinery were familiar, comforting even. Bubba couldn’t help but feel a sense of belonging, despite the chaos of his recent experiences.

Ahsoka led him to a small, cozy mess hall tucked away in a quiet corner of the ship. The room was dimly lit, with soft, warm lighting casting a gentle glow over the tables and chairs. Subaru, Emilia, Rem, Beatrice, and Julius were sitting around a circular table with room for more. As Bubba entered the mess hall, the group looked up from their meal, their faces lighting up with smiles as they saw him and Ahsoka.

Subaru, ever the first to speak, waved him over enthusiastically. “Hey there! We were just talking about you. Come join us!”

Ahsoka gave Bubba’s hand a gentle squeeze before releasing it, allowing him to take a seat at the circular table. She pulled out a chair for him, and he sat down, feeling a sense of camaraderie and warmth from the group. The table was laden with an assortment of dishes, from steaming plates of pasta to freshly baked bread and an array of colorful fruits and vegetables.

Bubba said, “Hey gang, how’s things?”

Subaru bounced in his seat, his face lighting up with a grin. “Oh, you know, just the usual — saving worlds, fighting evil, that sort of thing!” He gestured to the others with a flourish. “Emilia here’s been practicing her ice magic, Rem’s been working on her flail skills, and Beatrice has been researching some ancient texts that might help us with our upcoming mission.”

He paused, his face softening as he looked at Bubba. “But more importantly, how are you feeling? We heard about what happened. Are you okay?” His genuine concern was evident in his words and the way he leaned forward, his hands clasped together on the table.

Bubba said, “Heh, what did you hear? I wanna know what the rumor is.”

Subaru exchanged a quick glance with the others before leaning in, speaking softly. “Well, apparently you were involved in some kind of incident with Hawkins. Something about a portal gone wrong and multiple personalities showing up. The rumor mill’s been working overtime.” He winced slightly, clearly uncomfortable with the gossip.

Emilia gently placed a hand on his arm, her blue eyes full of sympathy. “Don’t worry about the rumors, Bubba. We know the truth — you’re still you, no matter what happened.” Rem nodded in agreement, her usual stoic expression softening. “And if anyone gives you trouble, I’ll take care of it with my flail.”

Beatrice cleared her throat delicately, adjusting her glasses.

Bubba said, “Well there weren’t any portals, but the rest is correct. I got bonked on the head by accident after an hour of intense training and switched to someone who didn’t know what was going on. Imagine explaining this situation to yourself a week ago?”

Subaru's face lights up with realization, and he whistles lowly. "Whoa, that's intense. I can't even imagine." He runs a hand through his hair, looking thoughtful. "I know you mentioned your alters before... I guess I didn't know what to expect. You seemed like a whole person to me, and i've never seen it before."

Bubba said, “All is well. I don’t need y’all to know the deep lore behind my alters, haha. Maybe if we have a vacation or something.”

Julius, who had been silent until now, spoke up in his deep, resonant voice. “Vacation sounds lovely, but we have a Banished threat looming, as you know. The Infinity’s sensors picked up something concerning.” He leaned forward, his dark eyes intense. “We can’t afford to relax just yet. But perhaps once this is all over, we could all take a trip somewhere. Somewhere green and peaceful.”

Emilia perked up at the suggestion, a smile spreading across her face. “Oh, that sounds wonderful! We could go to Lugnica. I know a perfect spot by a crystal-clear lake, surrounded by beautiful forests.” She looked at Bubba with an encouraging smile.

Bubba said, “I’d be honored, Emilia. Now I guess this is important. If I ever seem like I’m in distress, or someone else does, just ask if I know what’s going on. If so, then it’s fine. Oh, and my voice may change — Matcha is very insecure about it, so please do not mention it.”

Emilia nodded solemnly, her hand moving to gently cover his. “Of course, Bubba. We’ll always look out for you.” She glanced at the others, who all nodded in agreement. “And don’t worry about your voice. We won’t say a thing. You’re still you, no matter what.”

Subaru bumped his shoulder against Bubba playfully, trying to lighten the mood. “You know, I’ve got a pretty unique voice too. It’s not always the most flattering, but it’s part of me. We’re all a bit weird — that’s what makes us interesting!” He grinned, and the others chuckled softly, the tense atmosphere easing slightly.

Bubba said, “Sub, you sound like a normal Japanese guy, you clown,” and suddenly spoke in a high-pitched voice.

Subaru’s face contorted in shock at the sudden change, but he quickly recovered, maintaining his composure. “W-well, I… I mean, thank you?” He glanced at the others for support, clearly uncomfortable with the unexpected shift.

Bubba continued, “Chill, I’ve decided Bubba needs all the help he can get, and I want to… well, I shouldn’t say that. I’m Matcha. Howdy. This is our mute alter, Mew. Say hi, Mew.” He waved a hand, smiling. “Mew controls our body and switching.”

Mew’s hand waved shyly, his eyes downcast. The group stared at Bubba, matching looks of confusion and curiosity on their faces.

Beatrice leaned forward, adjusting her glasses with an inquisitive tilt of her head. “Matcha? I must confess, this is quite unexpected. Your sudden shift in voice and demeanor is rather… disconcerting.” She frowned slightly, her brows furrowing. “I don’t mean to sound rude, but what exactly do you mean by ‘Bubba needs all the help he can get’? Are you implying he’s incapable of handling himself?”

Emilia placed a calming hand on Beatrice’s arm, her expression gentle. “Let’s not jump to conclusions.”

Bubba said, “That’s exactly what I’m saying, haha. We have a bit of a friendly rivalry going on. I’m not taking a host from him, but I wanted to also get to know you guys, so I’m here now for a bit. Mew is always here.”

Julius cleared his throat, his deep voice breaking through the tension. “This is indeed… unusual. But if it’s a part of him, and he’s in control, I suppose we must adapt.” He regarded Bubba thoughtfully, his expression inscrutable. “I still stand by what I said about Lugnica, should we survive this current crisis. The fresh air and solitude might do us all good.”

Rem piped up, her melodic voice filled with concern. “Bubba, or should I say, Matcha? I must confess, this is all quite… overwhelming. But I trust your judgment.” She reached across the table, giving his hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

Bubba said, “I didn’t realize it was so strange to others… I’ve been dealing with this for years now.”

Beatrice leaned forward, her interest piqued. “Years, you say? Fascinating. I must admit, my studies in personality theory have not prepared me for this level of complexity.” She tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Have you ever considered a more… formal diagnosis? A proper examination by an expert in multiple personality disorder might be beneficial for your condition.”

Emilia interjected gently, her hand still resting on his arm. “Beatrice, let’s not overwhelm him. I’m sure he’s aware of the options available.” She turned to Bubba, her smile warm and encouraging. “You’ve been dealing with this for so long, and you seem to have it under control.”

Bubba said, “King of control, that’s me, heh.”

Julius chuckled, shaking his head. “It seems we have much to learn about you, my friend. But I’m glad you feel comfortable enough to share this with us.”

Subaru, always eager to lighten the mood, grinned and bumped his shoulder again. “Hey, at least we know you’ve got a good sense of humor. That’s half the battle, right?” His attempt at humor was met with awkward silence from the others, but Bubba couldn’t help but smile despite himself.

Bubba said, “I like your humor, Sub. Don’t let the others fool you — it’s on point. Hehe. Ahsoka, I’m sorry about yesterday. I had no memory of you, or any of this…”

Ahsoka waved a dismissive hand, her expression softening. “No need to apologize, Matcha. I understand the nature of your condition better now. Bubba, or any of your other personalities, could just as easily have no memory of me in a different instance.” She sighed, leaning back in her chair. “I must confess, it’s been a bit of a shock, getting to know all the different facets of you. But I’m willing to adapt and understand.”

Subaru leaned in, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. “So, what exactly is the deal with all these personalities, anyway? How do they, uh, interact with each other?”

Bubba said, “Well, Mew controls our body and who gets to talk, usually. Me and Bubba are sharing right now, but three may show up eventually. Space battles are cool and all.”

Ahsoka raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Three? You mentioned that during your incident.” She paused, choosing her words carefully. “I would be very interested to hear about him.”

Subaru, always the curious one, leaned in closer, his eyes wide with fascination. “So, how do you all… coexist? I mean, do you all have the same memories, or is it more like each of you has your own experiences?”

Bubba tilted his head, considering the question. “It’s a bit of both, really. We share a lot of memories, but each of us has our own experiences and preferences. As for three… he’s just the less cool version of me, hehe.”

Ahsoka’s face set in a stern expression. “That’s not a very nice way to speak about your own alter, is it?” She leaned forward, her posture becoming more serious. “Your condition is complex, and I can see how it might be challenging to manage. But I think it would be beneficial for you to develop a more positive relationship with all of your personalities, including three.”

Subaru nodded in agreement, his face showing concern. “Ahsoka’s right. If three is a part of you, it’s important to accept and understand him, even if he’s not as… cool as the others.” He grinned, trying to lighten the mood.

Bubba said, “Three is my best friend. Don’t go making assumptions. We have a lot of negative things to say, but it’s usually playful, like… uh, like guys that mess with each other, you know? We have banter and ongoing jokes.”

Ahsoka’s stern expression softened slightly, but she maintained a firm tone. “I see. While I understand that you may have playful interactions, it’s still important to be mindful of the way you speak about each other, even if it’s meant in jest.” She leaned back in her chair, considering her next words carefully. “I’ve seen many people struggle with similar issues, and the ones who manage to overcome it are the ones who learn to treat each part of themselves with kindness and respect. It may seem trivial now, but those small moments of disrespect can fester and become a source of inner conflict over time.”

Bubba said, “I just like a good joke. I figure if I dog on him he may show up, like Beetlejuice, hehe… wait, you guys don’t get that reference.”

Subaru, ever the pop culture enthusiast, perked up at the mention. “Beetlejuice? Oh man, I love that movie! It’s a classic.” He grinned, turning to Bubba. “You’re not the only one who knows a good reference, you know. I’ve got a whole collection of them.”

Ahsoka looked confused, while Emilia and Rem exchanged knowing glances. Beatrice, however, remained focused on the medical implications.

Ahsoka cleared her throat, drawing everyone’s attention back to the matter at hand. “While I appreciate the pop culture reference, we should really focus on the underlying issue here.”

Bubba said, “Sorry, Sub, you didn’t have these universes in your fiction, so I didn’t know. Ahsoka, could I ask you for a favor?”

Ahsoka’s face relaxed, her features softening. “Of course, what can I do for you?” She leaned forward, her posture open and attentive. “I know this situation is challenging, but I want to help in any way I can.” Subaru, sensing the shift in mood, gave him a reassuring smile. “Whatever you need, man. We’re here for you.”

Emilia and Rem exchanged a worried glance, while Beatrice continued to observe the situation with professional interest. The atmosphere in the mess hall became more subdued, as if everyone were holding their breath, waiting to see what Bubba would ask of Ahsoka.

Bubba said, “Please trust me. I’ve got this. You gotta treat me like an adult. I’m not a broken thing, I’m like a modern art piece, haha. Please, if you care about me, there has to be mutual respect. I don’t ask you not to fight on the field. I will try not to say anything too crazy about my alters around you, if you want, though.”

Ahsoka’s eyes softened with understanding, but she didn’t immediately respond. She sat for a moment, considering his words. “I see. You make a fair point.” She straightened in her seat. “You’re right, we do need to treat you as an adult, with the respect you deserve. At the same time, I need to express my concern.”

Subaru, always quick to react, jumped in. “Wait, you just said you’re not a ‘broken thing,’ but how do we know you can handle this if you keep calling the other parts ‘less cool’ and ‘dogging them’?”

Bubba said, “Doesn’t Ram dog on you 24/7?”

Subaru’s face flushed red at the mention of Ram, and he stuttered slightly. “That’s different. That’s… That’s…” He struggled to find the words, clearly flustered. Emilia stepped in, trying to smooth things over. “Ram is a different situation. She’s just being her, not… Not like…” She trailed off, unable to find the right words.

Ahsoka raised an eyebrow, looking between Bubba and Subaru with curiosity. “Is there something I’m missing here? Who is Ram, and what’s her relationship with Subaru?” She leaned forward, genuinely intrigued by this new piece of information that seemed to be causing so much discomfort in the group.

Bubba said, “Ram is Rem’s twin sister. And if she gets to be silly, so do I! This is my thing. It’s not different at all. I’ve literally been by number three for his whole life, young whipper snapper, hehe.”

Ahsoka looked thoughtful for a moment, her eyes flicking between Bubba and Subaru as she processed the new information. “I see. So Ram and Subaru have a history, and her behavior is considered acceptable because of that familiarity.” She turned back to Bubba, her expression serious. “But that doesn’t change the fact that you need to be mindful of how you speak about your other parts, even if it’s meant to be playful. There’s a line between good-natured ribbing and disrespect, and it’s important that you don’t cross it.”

Subaru, still flustered from the mention of Ram, tried to regain his composure.

Bubba said, “We’ve had an inner dialog about this. I promise I don’t cross three’s boundaries or push him. I only tease when he can handle it.”

Ahsoka leaned back in her chair, studying him with an intense gaze. “I appreciate you taking the time to consider the situation from the perspective of your alters. It’s important that we all strive to create a supportive environment, both inside and outside of your mind.”

She paused, choosing her next words carefully. “That being said, I have some concerns about how you characterize and interact with these other parts of yourself. It’s not my place to judge your internal dynamics, but I worry that framing things in terms of ‘coolness’ or ‘dogging them’ might contribute to a negative self-image and a fractured sense of self. Have you ever considered the impact of your own words and attitudes on your overall well-being?”

Bubba said, “Damn, y’all are really riding me. I already gave my answer, okay? I’m sorry. I’ll find Bubba.”

The air in the mess hall became thick with tension as he expressed frustration. Emilia and Rem exchanged worried glances, while Beatrice looked on with clinical interest. Subaru, his face still red from earlier, spoke up in a gentle but firm tone. “Hey, it’s okay to feel frustrated. But we’re not ‘riding’ you, we’re trying to help.”

Ahsoka nodded in agreement, her expression softening. “You don’t need to apologize. I understand this is a difficult conversation. But it’s important to remember that our goal here is to create a healthy environment for you to navigate your D.I.D. in.”

Bubba’s voice shifted, deeper and more gruff than Matcha’s, and his eyes seemed distant. “Guys, I’m fine. Matcha is sensitive and wanted to laugh with you guys, not get scolded by people I’m friends with.”

The group visibly relaxed, the tension easing slightly as they adjusted to the shift in personalities. Ahsoka’s eyes widened briefly in surprise before she regained her composure, her voice steady and calm.

“Bubba, it’s good to have you back. We weren’t scolding Matcha; we were just trying to understand and help,” Ahsoka explained, her tone gentle yet firm. “We need to ensure that everyone — all parts of you — feels respected and supported.”

Subaru, still recovering from his earlier embarrassment, nodded in agreement. “Yeah, Bubba.”

Bubba said, “But if I feel bad, that’s important too. He did give an answer and asked to move on. That’s important.”

Ahsoka leaned forward, her posture attentive. “You’re right. It is important to honor everyone’s boundaries and feelings, including your own.” She paused, choosing her words carefully. “But it’s also important to understand that our goal is to create an environment where you can express yourself safely, without fear of judgment or scolding. We want to help you find a way to communicate that doesn’t involve you feeling bad or having to ask for permission to move on.”
Beatrice, ever the analytical one, interjected. “It seems there might be a miscommunication about the purpose of these discussions.”

Bubba said, “Indeed. Guys, when I’m ready to drop something, I mean it. You don’t see me riding Subaru about his habits.”

The atmosphere in the mess hall became increasingly tense. Ahsoka’s face hardened slightly as she processed his words. “That’s a dangerous comparison, and I’d like to address it directly. Your situation is unique, and while Subaru’s habits might be annoying or concerning to you, he isn’t dealing with a complex mental health issue that affects his entire personality and behavior. We’re here to support you, not to ‘ride’ you, as you put it. But we can’t do that if you insist on maintaining certain behaviors that may be harmful.”

Subaru looked uncomfortable, his face still red from earlier, while Emilia and Rem exchanged concerned glances. Beatrice, ever the analytical one, spoke up.

Bubba breathed deeply, realising he was about to lose his cool. “I’m sorry, this happens sometimes. I need to be alone now.”

Ahsoka’s face relaxed as she watched him take a deep breath, her concern evident. “Of course, I understand. Take all the time you need.” She stood up, her chair scraping softly against the floor. “I’ll walk you back to your quarters. The rest of you, please give us some space.”

As they left the mess hall, Ahsoka gently placed a hand on his back, guiding him through the corridors of the Infinity. “You’re doing well, you know. It’s not easy to acknowledge when you need space, especially in a situation like this. Remember, we’re all here to support you, no matter which part of you we’re talking to.”

Bubba said, “Ahsoka, I need to be totally alone. Please understand. I told you before we got close that I have these conditions and they were serious. I don’t want you to be my doctor. I want a partner that has my back and sees my point of view.”

Ahsoka paused, her hand still resting lightly on his back. She looked at him, her expression a mix of understanding and concern. “I do understand, and I respect your need for space. I’m not trying to be your doctor right now; I’m here as your friend and partner, just as you’ve asked.”

She stepped back, giving him some distance. “But I also need you to understand that I can’t simply ignore the seriousness of your condition. As your partner, I want to support you in every way I can, and that includes encouraging you to seek the help you need. I’m not here to ‘ride’ you or scold you, but I do care deeply about your well-being.”

Bubba said, “Ok. Thank you. I’m going to my quarters now.”

Ahsoka nodded solemnly, her eyes reflecting a deep understanding and respect for his boundaries. “Take all the time you need. I’ll be here when you’re ready.” She stepped aside, allowing him to pass, but her gaze lingered on him with a mix of concern and admiration.

As Bubba walked away, the corridors of the Infinity stretched out before him, bathed in the soft glow of artificial lighting. The hum of the ship’s engines and the distant murmurs of crew members created a soothing backdrop—a stark contrast to the emotional turmoil coiling within him. Each step toward his quarters was deliberate, a small act of regaining composure and clarity. He reached his door and slid it shut, the soft click echoing in the silence. The room, with its simple furnishings and utilitarian design, offered little comfort, but it was his.

Bubba asked, “Isabel, are these walls steel?”

Isabel’s hologram appeared. “Hmm? Oh, the walls? No, they’re not steel. The Infinity’s bulkheads are made of a reinforced titanium alloy, designed to withstand the rigors of deep-space travel and combat situations. Why do you ask? Is there something specific you’re concerned about? I can run a diagnostic on the structural integrity of the ship if you’d like. Or if you’re feeling anxious, I can suggest some relaxation techniques or even a session with Dr.—”

Bubba cut her off. “No, I just wanted to hit something hard.” He growled, slamming his fist into the wall, knuckles now red. “God dammit!”

Isabel’s holographic form flickered with surprise at the outburst. She floated closer, her expression a mix of concern and professional detachment. “Guardian, I must advise against damaging the ship’s infrastructure. Your hand will heal, but the repair costs for a punctured bulkhead would be substantial—not to mention the potential safety hazard it could create.”

She paused, gaze softening slightly as she took in his frustration. “However, I understand that you’re dealing with a great deal of stress and emotional turmoil. It’s a common response to feel the need to lash out or release that tension physically.”

Bubba said, “I didn’t figure I could hurt the titanium, Isabel. But I only needed to do that once anyway. I’m going to meditate now.”

Isabel nodded, her holographic form flickering slightly. “Very well, Guardian. Meditation can be a powerful tool for managing stress and emotional distress. I have a variety of guided meditation programs available if you’d like assistance. They can help you focus your mind and regulate your breathing, which can be very beneficial in a situation like this.”

Her gaze drifted to his bruised knuckles. “And if you find that the pain in your hand is distracting, I can provide a numbing agent or a mild analgesic to help alleviate the discomfort. It’s important to take care of your physical well-being as well as your mental state.”

Bubba said, “No, I like the pain. I’m fine. I have my own meditation in mind. Sorry and thank you.”

Isabel inclined her head. “Very well, Guardian. If you’re sure you don’t require any immediate medical attention or additional support, I’ll leave you to your meditation.”

With that, her holographic form began to fade, leaving Bubba alone in his quarters. He took a deep breath, centering himself as he settled onto the provided cushion. Closing his eyes, he focused on his breath, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest.

As he meditated, the events of the past day replayed—the portal training, interactions with the different factions, the emergence of his alters, and the confrontation with Hawkins.

Bubba muttered, “I knew I shouldn’t have trusted anyone… I didn’t realize… Ahsoka was like that…” He exhaled sharply. “I’m sure I’ll find a solution, probably, hopefully.”

The words flowed out of him, laced with pain and betrayal. The throb in his knuckles synced with his breathing, a physical manifestation of his emotional turmoil. Thoughts spiraled, replaying every interaction, every moment of trust broken.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid! OK, gotta think… how can I recover from this?” he whispered.

His words echoed in the small, sterile space of the quarters, bouncing off the titanium walls. Breathing became more rapid, heart rate climbing. The pain in his hand throbbed, a physical echo of his spiraling thoughts. He could feel the walls closing in, mind racing with possibilities, both real and imagined.

Bubba took a shuddering breath, trying to calm himself. Negative thoughts persisted, but he forced himself to focus on recovery, on regaining control of his life and mind. How? The path ahead seemed dark and uncertain, filled with obstacles that felt insurmountable in that moment.

“Well, maybe if I just don’t show them my alters, everything will be alright? They’ve proven they can’t handle it… It’s fine. I should have expected this… OK, breathe. I want to practice my portal skills. No more thinking,” he said aloud.

He inhaled deeply, forcing himself to calm the racing thoughts. The pain in his knuckles throbbed in time with his heartbeat, a physical reminder of his outburst. He needed to focus on training, to hone his portal skills for the battles ahead, even as the sting of Ahsoka’s words lingered.

Bubba focused on his breath, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest. Slowly, the pain in his hand began to fade, replaced by a deep emptiness.

“A portal to a peaceful waterfall… that’s what I need,” he murmured.

Eyes closed, he conjured the image of a tranquil waterfall cascading over mossy rocks. A familiar tingle of energy built within him as he aligned his mind with cosmic frequencies, opening a portal to this idyllic scene.

The strain on body and mind was intense. Pain throbbed in his hand, synced with his racing heartbeat, a constant reminder of the toll it was taking. But he pushed through, determined to create this oasis of peace. With a final surge of effort, the portal snapped into existence.

Bubba opened his eyes to the breathtaking sight: a waterfall cascading down jagged rocks, cool mist in the air, the sound of rushing water filling his ears. The ground beneath his feet was soft with moss; the air smelled of crisp water and fresh earth.

Stepping forward, his injured hand throbbed painfully, sending sharp jolts up his arm. He winced, but the beauty of the surroundings distracted him. The waterfall caught the light in a dazzling display, each droplet shimmering.

“Better…” he whispered.

He inhaled deeply, the cool mist refreshing his skin. Pain still throbbed, but the natural beauty made it manageable. He walked closer to the water’s edge, marveling at the light dancing across the surface. A small, flat rock jutted from the base of the falls, partially hidden by mist, slick with moisture. He carefully made his way over, mindful of his injured hand.

Settling onto the smooth stone, coolness seeped into his body as the waterfall misted him. The roar was deafening but oddly comforting in its constancy. He closed his eyes, enveloped by the sounds and sensations, feeling pain ebb with each breath. The rhythm of the waterfall synced with his own, calming frayed nerves.

“Ok, time to make portals out the ass. I’ll send a dozen trees here into orbit. That’s training,” he muttered with a wry grin.

Standing, a sharp pain shot through his injured hand. He grimaced, flexing his fingers to ease stiffness. The lush green forest stretched before him, ancient trees reaching skyward like silent sentinels, ready for his next experiment.

Bubba closed his eyes, focusing on the cosmic frequencies that would allow him to open the portals. Energy thrummed through his body, intensifying the pain in his hand as he prepared to channel it. His breathing grew labored, heart rate climbing as he struggled to contain the immense power building within him. A sharp jolt of pain shot up his arm as he extended his good hand, imagining a dozen stout trees—roots and all—being uprooted from their earthen homes and flung into the celestial void.

A groan escaped his lips as he poured more of himself into the spell, trembling under the strain. Sweat beaded his forehead and the backs of his knees as the first tree lurches forward, boughs reaching out as the vortex opened behind it. The air crackled with energy; the portal formed as a swirling maelstrom of light and color, bending reality itself. The towering ancient oak shuddered as its roots tore free, leaving a gaping hole in the forest floor. Leaves rustled in protest as the tree vanished into the swirling abyss. Energy drained from him, but he grit his teeth and pushed onward, determined to complete his task.

The second tree—a majestic pine, needles glistening with dew—was sucked into the vortex. The third, a gnarled maple, bark creaking in protest as it tore free from its home. Bubba’s body trembled, injured hand throbbing painfully as he channeled more power. The portal’s energy pulsed, light and sound forming a sensory maelstrom, edges of vision blurring. But he forced himself onward, committed to completing his self-imposed challenge.

Then a voice, gentle but firm, broke through, “Mew, stop. You’ll need a temple for giant space portals for the ships. Only two days left. You need to relax some more.”

Bubba exhaled shakily, sitting back on the cool stone. Mist from the waterfall enveloped him like a soothing blanket. Pain throbbed insistently in his hand, a reminder of the toll his reckless practice had taken. He took a deep breath, centering himself, contemplating the enormity of the task ahead. Finding a temple unoccupied—or unmonitored by the Banished—would not be simple.

“That’s it! The monitor! Not only does he understand me, he could find a temple or help with my powers. I’ll leave now.” Bubba realized.

He rose, the mist parting around him. The lush green forest embraced his senses, damp earth clinging to his boots as he retraced his steps to the ship. The waterfall’s thunder faded behind him. Returning to his quarters, the contrast between tranquil oasis and the sterile steel-reinforced walls of the Infinity was jarring. He shook off the remnants of mist; his clothes remained damp, and his hand pulsed with every heartbeat, a relentless drum of discomfort.

After changing, Bubba made his way to the monitor, who was speaking with a Huragok engineer. Bioluminescent tendrils undulated as the alien worked, casting an eerie glow over the consoles. The monitor glanced up at him, eyes narrowing at his damp, disheveled appearance and the obvious strain etched across his face.

“Guardian,” he greeted. “Guardian, you look… unwell. Have you been practicing your portal abilities again?”

“Indeed. I wanted to ask for your help in training and finding a temple for a large portal summoning.”

The monitor floated around the room. “A temple for large-scale portal summoning, hmm? I may know of a location, but it will not be an easy journey.” His gaze drifted to Bubba’s injured hand. “And given your current state, I must advise against any hasty actions.”

“I have two days, man.”Bubba complained.

The monitor’s expression darkened. “Two days is not much time, Guardian. But I understand the urgency. I will provide coordinates to a temple that should suffice. An ancient structure, hidden deep within a waterfall. The journey will be treacherous, and the Banished are known to have scouts in that sector. Are you prepared for the potential dangers?”

Pain throbbed through Bubba’s arm, waves of discomfort shooting up to his shoulder. Despite the warning, resolve strengthened. He had come too far to turn back now, and time was short.

“I’ll need an invisibility piece from the Sangheili armor. I’ll have to speak with them.” Bubba continued.

The monitor nodded slowly, eyes glinting with respect and concern. “Very well. I will provide the temple coordinates and accompany you. We must move quickly and quietly to avoid Banished detection. I suggest you rest and recover your strength.”

“Got it. Thanks, man. See you soon. Isabel, could I message the Arbiter? I need to ask for some invisibility armor.” Bubba asked.

Isabel’s holographic form flickered into existence, expression etched with concern at Bubba’s battered appearance. “Guardian, are you alright? You look like you’ve been through quite an ordeal.”

Her gaze shifted to his hand. “And invisibility armor? I assume it’s for your upcoming mission with the Monitor?”

Bubba nodded, wincing as a jolt of pain ran through his hand. “Yeah. I need to speak with the Arbiter. Borrow some Sangheili armor with an invisibility function—help me avoid detection en route to the temple.”

Isabel processed his request, holographic eyes narrowing slightly. “A sensible precaution, given Banished presence. I’ll contact the Arbiter on your behalf and arrange a meeting. But Guardian, you must take care of yourself. That hand needs proper attention, and you’re exhausted. Your body can’t sustain this strain indefinitely.”

“Ok, I’ll go to the doc for the hand. Let me know what the Arbiter says. And thank you.” Bubba ginned through the pain.

Isabel's holographic form flickered with what could be interpreted as a smile. "Of course, Guardian. I'll arrange the meeting with the Arbiter as soon as possible." She paused, her holographic eyes softening slightly. "And please, take care of yourself. The Banished are formidable opponents, and you need to be at your best for what's to come."

The hologram dissolved, leaving Bubba alone in his quarters. As he turned to leave, his injured hand throbbed painfully, a stark reminder of the strain he'd already put his body through.

12.2 Pizza and Apologies

Bubba’s anger surged, immense and consuming. The BPD made him split into someone spiteful and full of hate. Everything felt wrong and bad as he made his way to the med bay.

Walking through the corridors of the Infinity, Bubba’s injured hand clenched into a tight, painful fist. The world around him seemed to warp and twist under the weight of his rage. The walls, once pristine white, now appeared stained and grimy, reflecting the darkness within him. The hum of the ship's engines, usually soothing, grated on his nerves like nails on a chalkboard.

His vision blurred slightly, edges darkening as if manifesting his fury physically. The pain in his hand was distant, almost welcome—a reminder that he was alive and capable of feeling something beyond all-consuming hatred. He entered the med bay, the sterile, antiseptic scent a jarring contrast to the darkness churning inside him.

Dr. Halsey looked up from her computer, expression calm but alert. "Guardian," she said evenly. "You look... distressed." She stepped closer, eyes narrowing slightly at the angry set of Bubba’s jaw and the tight, pained clench of his fist.

Bubba said, "Yeah, sorry. Could you get some pain meds for this?"

Dr. Halsey’s eyes flicked to his tightly clenched fist, noting the fresh bruising around his knuckles. "I can provide pain medication, but I need to know what happened to your hand first." She gestured to an examination table, tone professional but with an underlying note of concern. "Please, take a seat and tell me about the injury. And," she added quietly, "if you need to talk about anything else, I’m here to listen."

As Bubba reluctantly lowered himself onto the examination table, a young medical technician named Emily approached with a small cart of medical supplies, glancing nervously at his obvious distress. Her hands shook slightly as she set up the necessary equipment.

Bubba said, "Thanks, doc. You know you’ve got important work. How’s Cortana? Did Eren help?"

Dr. Halsey’s face darkened slightly at the mention of Cortana. "Her condition remains stable, but… complicated. Data recovery is proceeding, but slowly. Eren's help has been invaluable, but the process is delicate." She gently took Bubba’s injured hand, examining it with practiced efficiency. "As for your hand, it’s bruised and inflamed, but not seriously. I can give you something for the pain, but I advise against overuse until it’s fully healed. You’re pushing yourself too hard, Guardian." Her fingers were cool and clinical, yet strangely soothing.

Emily hovered nearby, eyes darting between Bubba and the doctor. "I… I heard you had a rough time in the training room earlier, sir," she said hesitantly. "Is everything alright?"

Bubba said, "Ah yes. Sorry. I’m just realizing I’m a celebrity here, aren’t I? That’s funny considering how you guys are on my world. I’m good, ma’am. The steady mind of Halsey has calmed me down."

Dr. Halsey chuckled softly as she injected the painkiller into Bubba’s arm. "Celebrity is a relative term, Guardian. In the grand scheme of the universe, we’re all just small pieces of a much larger puzzle." She capped the syringe, eyes still fixed on him with professional concern. "I’m glad my presence has been calming. But I must ask—what specifically triggered your distress? Something in the training room, or perhaps a flashback to an earlier trauma?"

Bubba said, "My friends wouldn’t just accept my terms and kept pushing me. Like it wasn’t a two-sided thing, only their way. I hate when people can’t just say, 'ok.' You know? Like just stop. And what could I have said? Oh, sorry, y’all are 110 percent right and I was a blind fool? Jesus. Sigh."

Dr. Halsey’s expression softened with sympathy. She patted his arm reassuringly, the coolness of her fingers sharp against the lingering heat of his anger. "I understand, Guardian. Feeling pushed or misunderstood—especially by friends—is never pleasant. But sometimes, even if we disagree with their methods, people may act out of concern for our wellbeing. It’s rarely clear-cut, right or wrong."

The painkillers began to work, the throbbing ache in Bubba’s hand receding to a dull, bearable pulse. Emily remained nearby, still watching with fascination and unease.

Bubba said, "I know, doc. That’s why I’m trying not to take it out on them. Since they won’t understand, I’ll just keep my distance. It’s nothing new for me."

Dr. Halsey nodded, eyes reflecting empathy beyond her professional demeanor. "Distance can sometimes be necessary for self-preservation. But remember, communication is key. Even if it feels like they won’t understand, expressing your feelings can make a difference. You don’t have to go through this alone, Guardian."

She paused, letting her words settle. "I’ve seen many soldiers and heroes struggle with similar issues. The path to healing isn’t linear—it’s okay to take detours or even backtrack. What matters is that you keep moving forward, even at your own pace."

Bubba said, "I will. I haven’t felt this way in a while, so I guess I have to navigate it in a new place and circumstance."

Dr. Halsey offered a small, reassuring smile. "Change of scenery can provide fresh perspective. It’s okay to seek support from unexpected places. Sometimes the most unlikely allies offer profound insights."

Emily stepped forward hesitantly. "Sir, if I may, I think you’re stronger than you give yourself credit for. You’ve faced so much, and you’re still standing. That’s something to be proud of."

Bubba nodded appreciatively. "Thank you, Dr. I needed to hear that."

Dr. Halsey stood, movements fluid and efficient. "I’ll leave you to rest for now."

After leaving the med bay, Bubba headed to his quarters and used his data pad to message Ratchet. "Let me know if you guys wanna bounce ideas."

The data pad chirped almost instantly. "Hey there! Just got done with a big repair job on the Rift Engine. Those Banished are really pushing it, man. Running low on supplies, but I might have an idea. Wanna meet up in the ship’s rec room in 10?"

Walking through the bustling corridors of the Infinity, Bubba passed crew members nodding in greeting, some even offering words of encouragement. In the rec room, Ratchet lounged on a couch, sipping from a mug that smelled like hot coffee. He looked up as Bubba entered, face creasing into a grin.

Ratchet said, "Hey man, thanks for coming. I’ve been thinking about the Banished. We can’t keep running forever—we need to take the fight to them." He paused, thoughtful. "I’ve been going through the ship’s schematics, and I think I might have found something that could give us an edge. An old, experimental power core tucked away in the engineering bay."

Bubba said, "Oh yeah? Tell me about it."

Ratchet leaned forward, eyes gleaming with excitement. "It’s an ancient Forerunner core, man. Only seen schematics, but it’s supposed to be insanely powerful. If we can get it working, we could potentially power our weapons and shields to take on the Banished head-on." He grew serious. "But there’s a catch. The core is unstable and needs a special containment unit. I think I can build one, but I’ll need your help." He took another sip of coffee, gaze drifting to the stars outside the window.

Bubba said, "I’ve got therapy and portal training, but otherwise I’m free."

Ratchet’s face lit up with a grin. "Awesome! I was hoping you’d say that. I’ve got the basic design for the containment unit, but I need your help with the Forerunner tech. You know, that whole ‘master of the universe’ thing you’ve got going on?"

He chuckled, then grew more serious. "But listen, I know you’ve got a lot on your plate right now. If this is too much, just say the word. I can handle it on my own, even if it takes a bit longer."

Bubba said, "It’s good. We’ll get some Huragok to help—they’d love this and be invaluable. I actually wanted to tell you something."

Ratchet leaned in, curiosity and concern on his face. "Shoot, what’s up?"

Bubba said, "Ratchet, you know how I said in my world you guys are games and movies? Well… you were my favorite game series growing up. It helped me through a lot of extremely bad stuff. So thanks…" His eyes grew teary.

Ratchet’s face softened, features relaxing into a gentle expression. He set his coffee mug down and moved closer, placing a comforting hand on Bubba’s shoulder. "Whoa, dude. I had no idea. That’s… that’s really heavy."

He paused, clearly moved. "You know, I never really thought about how much my adventures might have meant to people like you. I’m just a simple engineer who likes to fix things, but if I’ve helped you in some way, that’s amazing. You’re welcome, man. Truly." He gave Bubba’s shoulder a gentle squeeze, then added with a small grin, "And hey, I’m glad you like the games."

Bubba said, "Let me know when you’re ready to work on this engine of yours, and tell Clank what I said. I meant it for both of you. It’s odd meeting your heroes, but I’ve enjoyed it so far."

Ratchet’s face lit up with a genuine smile, eyes crinkling at the corners. "I’ll definitely let Clank know. He’ll be thrilled—he’s always been a bit of a fanboy, you know? And hey, I’m glad you’re enjoying it. It’s not often I get to meet a fan in person, especially one who’s become such a close friend."

He stood, stretching his arms. "I’ll probably start working on the containment unit tomorrow. I’ve got preliminary designs sketched out, but I want to run them by the Huragok first. You know how they get when you mess with their precious Forerunner tech."

Bubba said, "Indeed. Oh, and Ratchet, try pizza before you leave the Infinity, man. You’d love it."

Ratchet’s face contorted in confusion, brow furrowing. "Pizza? I’m not sure I follow. Is that some kind of weapon or something? It sounds… dangerous."

He chuckled nervously. "I’m kidding, I’ve heard of it, but I’ve never actually seen or tasted it. Is it… edible? And if so, where would I find it on this ship? I don’t recall seeing it in the cafeteria." He tilted his head curiously in a distinctly robotic gesture. "I think I might be missing out on a lot of Earth’s cuisine."

Bubba said, "Yeah, the mess hall has it. I bet it’ll be your favorite human dish by far. What are you doing right now? I could use a bite."

Ratchet’s face lit up. "The mess hall, huh? I think I know where that is. And hey, if you’re hungry, I’m always down for a meal. I could use a break from tinkering with the containment unit designs anyway."

He stood again, stretching his arms. "Lead the way, my friend. I’m curious to try this ‘pizza’ you speak of. It sounds… intriguing, to say the least. And who knows? Maybe I’ll find a new favorite dish from Earth after all."

As they walked, Ratchet asked, "So, what exactly is pizza?"

Bubba said, "Bread in a sliced circle. Tomato and meat sauce, cheese, pepperoni. That’s a Balanced pizza. Some people add other things."

Ratchet’s face twisted with intrigue and revulsion. "That… sounds simultaneously fascinating and slightly terrifying. I mean, the concept of taking bread and… putting other food on it is brilliant, but…"

He shivered slightly, joints whirring softly. "I never thought I’d be this excited to try Earth food. You’re really selling this ‘pizza’ thing, you know that?"

As they entered the mess hall, Ratchet’s gaze darted around, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. He inhaled deeply, sensors picking up new smells. "So, um, where do I find this 'pizza' exactly?"

Bubba said, "Haha, you’re a trip, man. I’ll order us one to share. You want a soda?"

Ratchet’s face lit up with genuine excitement. "A soda? I’ve heard of that, but I’ve never tried it. Sure, why not? I’m feeling adventurous today."

He watched as Bubba approached the counter, gaze fixed on the food prep area. "So, how long does it take to make this 'pizza'? And what exactly happens to it after it’s made? I mean, I’m not sure I understand the process entirely." He leaned forward, eager to learn. "And hey, while we wait, maybe you can tell me more about Earth cuisine."

Bubba said, "The pizza is cooked in an oven. It’ll take less than 20 minutes in a place like this. Where to start about food… I’m a picky eater. I love chicken, fries, gravy, ice cream, chocolate, spicy chips, burritos, and quesadillas."

Ratchet’s eyes widened. "Wow, that’s quite the eclectic mix! I can’t say I’m familiar with most of those dishes, but they all sound intriguing in their own way."

He tapped his chin thoughtfully, fingers clicking against the metal. "You know, I think I might have to do some research on Earth cuisine when I get back to my workshop. There’s so much I don’t know about human food culture."

Settling into a nearby table, Ratchet’s gaze drifted to the kitchen.

Bubba said, "I’ve got a few favorites I’ll message you. I’m not a foodie—just a few meals and snacks for me."

Ratchet nodded, expression thoughtful. "I appreciate that. It’s always good to have a few go-to meals you enjoy. I think I’m the same way with fuel cells and lubricants—I stick to what I know."

He chuckled softly, "I guess we’re not so different. We both have our preferences and we stick to them."

As they waited for the pizza, Ratchet’s gaze roamed the mess hall.

Bubba messaged Ahsoka, sending a kiss 💋 emoji. "Tell me about your favorite foods, Ratchet?"

A few moments later, her reply chimed: "I’m in the training room. Come find me when you’re done with Ratchet. I’ll be waiting. And I look forward to that kiss. 💋"

Ratchet noticed Bubba’s smile. "Everything okay? You look… happy. In a different way than usual, I mean. Not that you’re not usually happy, but this is a new kind of happy."

The pizza arrived, its aroma filling the air.

Bubba said, "I think I figured out how to make up with my girl. And I’m gonna try after this."

Ratchet’s eyes widened as he took in the steaming pizza, sniffing softly. "Wow, that smells… different. In a good way, I think."

He leaned in, gaze fixed on the circular delicacy. "So, this is a 'pizza,' huh? I’ve got to admit, I’m a bit nervous. I mean, I’ve never had anything like this before. What do I do with it?"

Bubba chuckled, placing a slice on a plate for him. "Here, try this. It’s hot, so be careful. You can eat it with your hands or use a fork and knife if you prefer."

Ratchet gingerly picked up the slice, fingers wrapping around the crust. He examined it, turning it slowly. "It’s so… round. And soft. But also a bit crunchy, right?"

He took a small bite, eyes widening. "Mmm, this is… this is really good! I can taste the tomato and cheese and… is that meat?" Another bite. "You were right, this is definitely fascinating. I can see why humans like this so much."

Bubba said, "Take half, if you want."

Ratchet's face showed clear delight at the offer. “You mean I get to take more? Really? That’s… that’s incredibly kind of you. You humans are so generous with your food!”

He reached for another slice, his movements a bit clumsier than before as he struggled with the unfamiliar dish. “You know, in my culture, we don’t usually share like this. Food is a precious commodity, especially out in space.” He took a bite, chewing thoughtfully. “It’s nice… to share, I mean. Reminds me of home, in a way.”

Bubba said, “We’ve got plenty. Maybe you should try to barter with the Enterprise for replicator tech.”

Ratchet’s eyes lit up at the suggestion, a spark of excitement flashing across his features. “The Enterprise’s replicator technology? That’s… that’s a brilliant idea! I can’t believe I didn’t think of that myself.”

He leaned forward, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. “I’ve always been fascinated by the idea of replicators. The concept of creating matter out of pure energy—it’s like something out of a science fiction novel. And to think, the Enterprise has that technology right on board!”

Ratchet took another bite of pizza, his mind clearly racing with the possibilities. “I wonder if they’d be willing to share the schematics.”

Bubba said, “You’ve got your own tech to share. I’m sure it will be a done deal.”

Ratchet’s eyes widened, another spark of excitement in his gaze. “You’re right, I do have my own tech to offer. My Wrench, for instance, is a marvel of engineering. It can repair and upgrade virtually any mechanical system, and it’s incredibly versatile.”

He took another bite of pizza. “I could offer them the schematics for that, in exchange for the replicator technology. It would be a fair trade, I think. And it would benefit both our civilizations immensely.” Ratchet leaned back, looking thoughtful.

Bubba said, “I bet the Huragok would love to look at it as well. They should be able to upgrade it quickly—they do with everything.”

Ratchet’s eyes gleamed with renewed enthusiasm. “The Huragok? Yes, you’re right! They’re brilliant engineers. If anyone can upgrade my Wrench, it’s them. I’ll have to introduce them.”

He took another bite, savoring it. “You know, this pizza is really growing on me. It’s like a symphony of tastes in my mouth. I could get used to this.”

Bubba asked, “Ratchet, tell me about your world?”

Ratchet’s expression softened, a faraway look in his eyes. “My world… it’s called Sargasso, a planet in the Polaris Galaxy. It’s a lush, vibrant place, filled with towering crystalline structures that refract the light in the most breathtaking ways.”

He took another bite, his movements slowing as he lost himself in memory. “The people there are… well, they’re not like you or me. They’re a unique species, with a deep connection to technology and engineering. They’re always striving to create, to innovate, to push the boundaries of what’s possible.”

Bubba said, “Hey, now that I think about it—with the portals I can come visit. Even let people share tech and stuff.”

Ratchet’s eyes widened with excitement. “You can visit my world? With these portals of yours?”

He leaned forward eagerly, pizza forgotten. “That would be incredible! Think of the possibilities—we could trade technology, ideas, resources… a cultural exchange unlike any other.”

Ratchet’s gaze turned thoughtful. “Of course, there would be some challenges. Sargasso’s atmosphere is quite different from what you’re used to. But with the right precautions and some ingenious engineering, I’m sure we could make it work.”

Bubba asked, “What’s up with the atmosphere?”
Ratchet’s tone grew more serious. “The atmosphere of Sargasso is a bit thinner than Earth’s, with lower oxygen. And the air is filled with microscopic crystalline particles that refract light in fascinating ways. It’s absolutely breathtaking, but it can be disorienting if you’re not used to it.”

He leaned back, brow furrowed. “That’s not the only challenge—Sargasso’s gravity is slightly stronger than Earth’s, which takes some getting used to. And the climate is hotter overall, with frequent but brief rainstorms.”

Bubba said, “Damn, I’ll keep that in mind. Ooo, maybe if I get enough brownie points with everyone I can get my own Spartan armor or something. Then the atmosphere wouldn’t matter.”
Ratchet chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Spartan armor, huh? Now that’s an idea. I bet the UNSC would be happy to outfit you with top-tier gear if you keep proving your worth.”

He took another bite, savoring it. “With your abilities and the connections you’re making, I wouldn’t be surprised if they gave you a special assignment—something that’d really put your skills to the test and earn you those brownie points.”

Bubba said, “Oh they have. I’ve got to open three giant portals in two days. I bet they’d part with some old armor they have lying around.”

Ratchet’s eyes widened. “Three giant portals in just two days? That’s incredibly ambitious, even for you.”

He leaned back, studying Bubba with a mix of admiration and concern. “That’s sure to take a tremendous toll on you. I know you’re capable, but even the best have limits. Maybe pace yourself and make sure you’re not overextending.”

Bubba said, “Yes, I’m going to have to have the help of my alters, I think. And my friends. Wish me luck?”

Ratchet nodded. “Your alters and friends will be invaluable—but remember to take care of yourself. And if you pull it off, I think you’ll have more than earned that Spartan armor. Maybe even some custom modifications!”

He leaned forward, speaking more quietly. “I could whip up a few upgrades for you if you’re interested. Nothing too flashy—we don’t want to distract from your natural abilities.”

Bubba said, “Oh hell yeah, I’m game. I’ll try to make up for it, friend.”

Ratchet’s face lit up. “Excellent! I’ll start working on designs right away. We’ll make sure you’re equipped with the best gear possible.”

He stood, his chair scraping as he began pacing, mind racing with ideas. “First, we’ll enhance your armor’s durability. The Sangheili armor is impressive, but we can make it even better. I’ll integrate some advanced Forerunner alloys for resistance to both physical and energy-based attacks.”

Ratchet paused and turned to Bubba. “Next, we’ll focus on mobility and agility.”

Bubba said, “Thanks, man. Focus on your engine project for now. I’ll see you tomorrow to work on it. Hope I can help. It was a pleasure seeing you again.”

Ratchet nodded in understanding, his expression a mix of gratitude and determination. "You're absolutely right. The engine project is critical, and I should focus on that for now. But I appreciate your support and willingness to help whenever you can."

He extended his hand toward Bubba. "It’s been real, man. Thanks for the pizza."
As they shook hands, Ratchet’s grip was firm and reassuring, a gesture of camaraderie and shared purpose. "Until tomorrow, then."

Bubba made his way to the gym to find Ahsoka.

As he approached the gym area, he noticed Ahsoka engaged in a grueling workout session. She was performing a complex series of lightsaber forms with precision and focus, the weapon humming and casting an otherworldly blue glow through the air. The intensity of her movements was apparent, as was the sheen of sweat on her skin.

Ahsoka spotted Bubba from across the room and slowed her form, lowering her blade. She gave him a warm smile, which quickly faded to concern as she noticed his appearance.
"Hey, how are you feeling? You look like you could use a break."

She turned off her lightsaber and walked toward him, wiping sweat from her forehead.

"Don’t mind me, beautiful. I could watch you do that all day. Pretty enchanting stuff," Bubba said.

Ahsoka blushed slightly at the compliment, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. "I appreciate the compliment, but are you sure you’re alright? You mentioned having a rough time earlier."

She approached cautiously, her eyes scanning his face for any signs of distress. "If you need to talk or if there’s anything I can do to help, I’m here for you. That’s what partners are for, right?" Her voice was soft and sincere, her concern palpable. She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, a comforting gesture meant to convey support and understanding.

"Yes, I thought about it," Bubba replied. "You don’t have any experience in dating, and neither did our friends have much experience with relationships in general. So yeah, when you care about someone, sometimes you gotta let them make their own way and choices. Otherwise you’re just treating them like a child."

Ahsoka’s face set in a stern mask. "You’re absolutely right. I never considered it like that." Her brow furrowed, and she stepped back, giving him space. "You’re right—I was treating you like a child. Like something to be protected rather than someone who can make their own choices and decisions." Shame and gratitude mingled in her expression. "Thank you for making me realize that."

"It’s the privilege of dating an older man, heh," Bubba said with a wry smile. "Your care is extremely appreciated and desired, however. I do know not to dog on myself too hard. I’ve been working on it for years—it’s a process. That’s why I got mad. I’ve already been at this for five years now. I know it’s not perfect. But we like our banter. I like… being like a character in a show, I guess?"

Ahsoka’s face softened, and she chuckled softly at his self-deprecating humor. "You’re right, you are older. And I’m sorry if I’ve been too overbearing. It’s just…" She paused, searching for the right words.

"When I care about someone, I tend to want to protect them. But I can see now that’s not what you need. You need someone who can accept you as you are, quirks and all." Her hand found his, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I’m sorry for not seeing that sooner. I do like our banter, and I think you’re more than just a character in a show."

"Well, for what it’s worth, I’m sorry I got so mad," Bubba admitted. "I… hate being like that. Everything just becomes… sour. You know, my people have a saying about kissing and making up. And I’m waiting for my kiss."

Ahsoka’s face flushed a deeper shade of pink at his bold statement. She glanced around the gym, suddenly aware of their surroundings. "Well, I suppose we could, but…" Her eyes flicked toward the security cameras and the few others working out nearby.

"I don’t mind waiting, darling," Bubba teased. "It’s up to you. But I hope you don’t want to be shy in public forever, heh."

A mischievous glint appeared in her eyes. "You’re a tricky one, aren’t you? Trying to catch me off guard with your charm and wit." She stepped closer, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper.

"I suppose you’re right. If we’re going to do this, we might as well do it properly." She reached up, cupping his face gently in her hands. Her touch was soft and warm, sending a shiver down his spine. "But just so you know, I’m not usually this bold. You bring out a different side of me."

"Good," Bubba said, and kissed her passionately.

Ahsoka’s eyes fluttered closed as she leaned into the kiss, her hands still cupping his face. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them in this moment of connection. Her lips were soft and warm, moving gently against his, sincerity and affection in every motion. The kiss deepened slightly, a soft sigh escaping her as she relaxed into his embrace.

When they finally pulled apart, Ahsoka’s cheeks were flushed and her eyes shone brightly. She smiled softly, her thumb brushing against his cheek. "Well, that was certainly worth the wait," she murmured.

"Want to help me with portal training? I’ve got two days left," Bubba asked.

Ahsoka’s expression shifted to concern as she noticed the bandage on his hand. "Are you sure that’s a good idea? What happened there?"

"I… I wanted to feel pain. Sorry… It’s messed up, but it grounded me," Bubba explained.

"I see… Well, that is concerning, Bubba. Hurting yourself—it’s not something I want for you," Ahsoka said with a frown.

"I know. I’ll speak with Troi about it soon. It won’t happen again, promise. I’m really trying here, dove."

Ahsoka smiled faintly, glancing around the gym before looking back at him. "Okay, good. We could practice in the Holodeck if you want, set it up to simulate an outdoor environment. But I think we should keep it simple today—focus more on meditation and theory than practical applications." She squeezed his hand gently. "We don’t have to do everything all at once. The portals will still be there in two days, right?"

Chapter Text

Part 13.1 Arbiters Wisdom

Admiral Lasky gave a curt nod, his eyes narrowing in determination. “Very well, Guardian. Engage the simulation.”

The air around Bubba shimmered and distorted as the Holodeck pulled the scene into existence. Stone formed out of static. Shadows crawled into place. The alien temple solidified before him, with obsidian spires clawing at an artificial sky, their edges catching ghost-light. Bubba stood at the base of the massive cyclopean entrance, the archway pulsing with a low, steady glow, like the beat of a heart too big to belong to anything human.

The silence didn’t last.

From the far side of the courtyard, shadows burst open. Banished troopers spilled out from hidden alcoves and slits in the stone. Plasma rifles, needle launchers, and brute cleavers caught the light as they swarmed. Bubba’s allies closed ranks, matching his stride toward the temple center.

The first volley hit like a storm. Plasma bolts snapped through the air. Red streaks from spike rifles splintered ancient pillars. Ozone stung his nostrils, and the air grew hot enough to taste.

A brute roared, bigger than the rest, its armor clanking as he hefted a spiked club that looked like it had been forged to shatter tanks. “Die, heretic!”

Bubba’s team surged to block him, laying down covering fire. Bubba barely glanced at the brute. His focus was on the runes—those ancient, alien symbols etched deep into the walls. They weren’t just glowing; they were calling, vibrating faintly in the air around him. He planted his feet, ignoring the fresh ache in his injured hand, and began the ritual to open not one, but two portals across the void.

The Banished pressed hard. Emilia staggered as a plasma bolt tore into her arm but gritted her teeth and kept firing. Bubba didn’t look up. He felt the energy gather, pulling at him from somewhere beyond reality. His jaw locked. Sweat burned his eyes.

The first portal came into focus on his HUD, a massive tear opening in front of the Banished fleet far above. That was the bait. The trap.

His other hand moved to begin the second opening. He imagined the Elites waiting for the signal—their fierce discipline, the weight of their honor. The second portal flared to life more easily than the first, and allied ships poured through, fanning out into combat formation.

He forced his attention back to the first rift, dragging it forward across the void. His heart thudded. Every inch felt like wrestling with a hurricane.

On the ground, the Banished forces advanced through heavy fire. Rem took a blast square to the chest and hit the stone hard. The runes burned brighter, almost white now. The portal edges rippled violently, like it was trying to collapse. Bubba gritted his teeth and pulled harder. The floor under his boots vibrated, as if the temple itself was resisting.

The brute charged again. Bubba ducked the swing and rammed his energy sword upward, the hiss of superheated plasma carving through armor and muscle. The brute collapsed with a groan that was more beast than man.

“Guardian, this is Admiral Lasky,” the comm cracked. “The Banished fleet is in position. You need to finish the shift before they catch on.”

Bubba’s vision tunneled. His arms trembled from the strain. The rift bucked in his grip like something alive. The black between its edges churned, pulling ships into its gravity. The Banished tried to scatter. Allied ships cut them off.

The temple began to quake. Dust fell from the ceiling in fine sheets. The heat from the runes made the air shimmer. A Chieftain appeared at the edge of his vision, gravity hammer drawn, eyes burning with fanatic rage.

Subaru’s shout was distant, almost lost under the roar in Bubba’s ears. The hammer never landed—an armor-piercing round from a Sangheili rifle dropped the Chieftain mid-charge.
“Sorry we’re late!” one of the Elites called.

Bubba didn’t waste breath answering. He wrenched the portal wide, the tearing sound so loud it rattled his teeth. One by one, the Banished ships vanished into the maw, their silhouettes shredding as if reality was chewing them apart. The last ship disappeared in a burst of light, and the portal collapsed with a sound like a door slamming shut in a cathedral.

The courtyard fell silent except for the crackle of weapons cooling. The Banished on the ground broke and ran. The Elites pressed forward, their blades cutting down stragglers.

Bubba’s knees buckled. The temple swayed in his vision. Blood slicked his injured hand.

Ahsoka’s hologram was there, kneeling beside him, voice soft but sure. “You did it. You held it long enough. The fleet’s gone.”

Subaru and the other holograms closed in, relief and concern on every face. Bubba let out a shaky breath and, somehow, smiled. “Let’s bounce, gang.”

Bubba struggled to his feet, Ahsoka and Subaru’s holograms moving in to support him on either side. The rest of the team—battered but victorious—closed ranks around him. The Sangheili warriors, armor gleaming with the reflected light of the sealed portal, nodded in respect as they took up the rear guard.

Together, they made their way out of the temple, the ancient stone walls echoing faintly with the weight of their achievement. Outside, the air was crisp and cool, a sharp contrast to the heat of battle. In the distance, allied ships hovered in protective formation, their hulls glinting in the starlight.

The simulation ended, and the sound of clapping filled the chamber.

"Outstanding, Guardian!" Captain Picard offered his best respects.

"Nice work, Guardian. This mission just might work after all."

The moment the adrenaline faded, reality, or as close to reality as a Holodeck could muster, hit like a ton of bricks. He stumbled toward the group, and Dr. Halsey immediately called for a medic. A young woman in medical whites rushed over, her expression tight with concern as she examined his injured hand.

"This looks like it needs serious attention," she said, voice professional but tinged with worry. "We need to get you to the infirmary for proper evaluation."

Picard’s brow furrowed. "The Guardian’s well-being is our top priority. We can’t risk him pushing himself too far—not with a mission of this importance on the horizon."

Admiral Lasky stepped forward, his tone firm. "I concur. Guardian, I appreciate your dedication and determination, but we need you at your best for the next phase of this operation."

Bubba gave a weary grin. "I tried it and found my result. I’ll be ready, sir. I’m taking my leave to the infirmary now,” he laughed, “Oh, and both of you—ask for Ratchet to look at your ships. He’s like a Huragok, I promise you."

Lasky’s sternness softened into a faint smile. "Your dedication is admirable, Guardian, but I need more than promises. This operation could change the course of the war—your health is critical to its success."

The medic guided Bubba out, her grip steady on his uninjured arm. "Come along, sir. That wound needs proper attention, and I’ve got some very strong painkillers calling your name right now."

Picard cleared his throat, serious again. "Guardian, I’ll have to second the Admiral on this."

Bubba smirked faintly. "If I can walk away from the next test, you both get to eat those words. Thanks anyway. I’ll rest now."

. . .

The infirmary was pristine, white walls lined with state-of-the-art equipment. Dr. Emily greeted him warmly. "Guardian, glad you’re here. Let’s get you patched up." She gestured to a bed. "Please, have a seat. I need to take a closer look at that hand."

Bubba sat, and Emily applied a small device to his injury. A cool, tingling sensation spread across his skin.

"This will numb the area," she explained. "Might feel cold, but it’ll help."

As the numbing agent took effect, Emily laid out her tools. "I must say, Guardian, your performance today was nothing short of remarkable."

Bubba tilted his head. "Oh, did the whole ship watch? I’d have mixed feelings about that."

Emily chuckled as she worked. "Indeed. The entire crew was watching with bated breath. Holding that portal open as long as you did… it was awe-inspiring. But I was worried when you collapsed. That kind of exertion, especially injured, is dangerous."

Bubba’s eyelids drooped. "I think I’m gonna fall asleep, Doc…"

Her smile softened. "That’s alright, Guardian. Rest is part of healing. You’re in good hands."

She cleaned and dressed the wound with practiced precision. "You’ve been through an ordeal—physically and mentally. Give yourself time." When she stepped back, the final bandages were snug. "All patched up. Now, sleep."

Bubba drifted into a deep, dreamless rest.

. . .

Hours later, the soft lighting had dimmed, and stars shone through the Infinity’s viewports. Emily returned, smiling. "Good evening, Guardian. How are you feeling?"

He flexed his fingers cautiously. "Much better, Doc. Guess I needed that rest more than I thought. How long was I out?"

"Six hours," she said. "Your body needed it after the strain of the portal and the battle. Here’s some water."

As Bubba drank, Isabel’s hologram shimmered into view. "The Arbiter sends congratulations on the simulation. He also says the invisibility armor is ready."

Emily arched a brow. "Invisibility armor? Useful, I’d wager."

"Yeah," Bubba nodded, setting down the glass. "Could give us a serious edge. I’ll coordinate with the team."

Isabel added, "The Arbiter also has new intel on the Banished’s tactics."

"Thanks, Isabel. I’ll see him personally. And Doc—thanks for everything. I know I pushed too hard, but it had to be done."

"I understand," Emily said, "but don’t push yourself to collapse again. We need you whole."

Bubba grinned faintly. "Got it, Doc. Isabel, could you arrange transport to the Arbiter’s ship?"

"I’ll coordinate with the bridge," Isabel replied.

Emily stepped in. "Before you go, eat something. You’ll need your strength."

"Sounds like a plan," Bubba said.

After a quick meal he ate while walking he boarded a Pelican. The pilot, a battle hardened marine woman, glanced back with a nod. "The Arbiter’s expecting you, Guardian. Ten minutes to docking."

. . .

Through the cockpit window, the vast expanse of the Infinity's hangar bay fell away as the Pelican shot into the void. Stars stretched into infinite trails, a breathtaking display that never failed to awe even the most seasoned traveler. Ahead, the Arbiter's flagship loomed, massive and imposing, its hull catching the distant starlight. The Pelican banked sharply, engines roaring as it aligned for docking, until a faint bump announced the lock. Airlocks hissed as pressure equalized.

"Welcome aboard, Guardian," the pilot said, releasing the safety restraints. "The Arbiter’s waiting for you in the sparring room."

Stepping out, Bubba felt the cold hiss of the airlock door seal behind him. An Elite Reth approached, its eyes gleaming with respect.

"Guardian," Reth intoned, "I am honored to meet you again. We witnessed your Holodeck performance. Though a simulation, you displayed great honor and spirit. We, the Elites, are ready for the cause."

Bubba nodded, honored. “Thank you Reth, that means a lot.”

Let’s make haste, he thought. There was no time to waste—the real fight waited.

Together, they navigated the dimly lit corridors, red emergency lights casting an eerie glow. Reth led him to reinforced blast doors, which hissed open to reveal a vast training area. There, at the center, the Arbiter awaited, flanked by a cadre of Sangheili warriors.

"Guardian," the Arbiter greeted, voice deep and resonant, "I am glad you could make it. We have much to discuss."

He stepped aside, revealing a gold suit of armor like no other. Sangheili craftsmanship merged with Forerunner design and UNSC engineering—sleek plates, elegant curves, and intricate polish. It was sized perfectly, gleaming as if new. Bubba traced the plates with reverent fingers, feeling the cold, precise metal beneath.

"This armor was built specifically for you, Guardian," the Arbiter said, stepping closer. "A collaboration between our finest craftsmen and the UNSC’s best engineers. Protection tailored to your unique abilities and the challenges you face."

Bubba nodded appreciatively, already imagining the possibilities.

"There are features of particular interest," the Arbiter continued. "The neural interface integrates with your… multiple personalities. It can detect which alter is in control and adjust accordingly."

"Fascinating," Bubba said. "I’m guessing Halsey helped with that, and the invisibility?"

The Arbiter inclined his head solemnly. "Indeed. Dr. Halsey’s expertise was invaluable. The armor’s invisibility feature combines Forerunner technology with UNSC stealth systems. It will allow you to move undetected when necessary, a tactical advantage in combat. Advanced shielding and energy absorption will withstand the Banished’s deadliest weapons. Our warriors have contributed their knowledge of combat and honor, ensuring this armor embodies our shared values and strategy."

Bubba held up the energy sword he’d recovered from a fallen enemy. "Arbiter, I heard you all saw the Holodeck fight. I’m sure you know this doesn’t belong to me, but to your people."

The Arbiter’s eyes darkened, and he took the blade with deliberate care. "Your gesture is admirable, Guardian, but misguided. This blade belonged to the Banished; now it belongs to you. A trophy of war, a symbol of your victory. The Sangheili respect the spoils of battle, but we claim only what is rightfully ours. You have proven yourself a formidable ally—this weapon reflects that."

He handed it back, hilt first. "Keep it, Guardian. Protect those who cannot protect themselves, and strike fear into our enemies."

"It would be my honor, Arbiter," Bubba said, eyes lingering on the armor. "And this armor… am I truly worthy of this masterpiece? Even so, I must do my duty."

The Arbiter’s eyes narrowed, mandibles twitching. "Worthy? That is not for me to decide. Your actions speak louder than words. This armor is not a reward, but a tool to protect those who cannot protect themselves. Strength and honor are recognized, not bestowed lightly."

He gestured toward the armor. "Put it on, Guardian. Let us see how it suits you. Then we shall test its capabilities."

Bubba slipped into the armor. Plates molded perfectly, helmet HUD syncing to his eyes. Energy shield flared to life, a shimmering barrier ready to absorb and deflect.

The Arbiter observed critically. "Impressive. The systems integrate seamlessly with your physiology. Let us test its capabilities."

"Let’s!" Bubba said, adrenaline sparking.

The Arbiter assumed a fighting stance, energy sword humming to life. "Very well, Guardian. We begin with basics, close-quarters combat. The armor is an extension of your body. Let it guide your movements as naturally as your own flesh."

Holographic combat dummies flickered into existence, unpredictable and shifting. The Arbiter lunged, blade arcing in a blinding strike. Bubba’s shield responded instantly, deflecting the attack in a flash of blue energy.

"I haven’t trained in forms with the blade, Arbiter," Bubba said, taking a stance. "Forgive me if I look too foolish."

The Arbiter’s eyes narrowed. Mandibles twitched. "Your form is… adequate, Guardian. But there is room for improvement. Precision and control are essential with an energy sword."

Thel circled Bubba slowly, blade poised like a predator sizing up its prey. "In the heat of battle, it is not always the strength of your swing that matters, but the precision of your strike. The armor's enhanced reflexes and targeting systems can guide your hand—but the critical decisions are yours."

Without warning, Thel lunged, blade flashing toward Bubba’s midsection.

Bubba pivoted, catching the energy sword with his own, elbow striking the Sangheili’s shielded chest just before Thel jumped back.

Sparks erupted where the weapons clashed. Thel staggered slightly, the energy of Bubba’s elbow absorbed by the shield. "Well struck, Guardian," he said, mandibles clicking in approval. "You have natural instinct, even without formal training. The armor’s systems are already enhancing your reflexes and timing."

Thel resumed his slow, deliberate circling. "Yet you must anticipate your opponent’s moves, not merely react. Shields can deflect, but they are not invincible."

"Aye, sir," Bubba said.

Thel’s mandibles twitched, and his face softened into what almost looked like a smile. "Sir? No, Guardian. In battle, I am neither your superior nor your subordinate. I am your adversary, your friend, your brother-in-arms. Call me Thel, as the Sangheili do." He shifted his stance subtly, raising his sword. "Now, let us continue. The Banished will not hold back simply because you lack formal training. They will test you, push you to your limits."

His blade moved in a blur, the air whining with charged plasma. "The armor will protect you—but it cannot fight for you."

"I'll keep trying my best, the armor is really amazing! I feel incredibly powerful." Bubba replied, a smirk in his voice. "But, I'm telling everyone I got a hit on Thel Vadam, heheh."

Thel’s mandibles clicked in amusement. "Perhaps we should keep that between us, Guardian. The Banished have spies everywhere. They would take great pleasure in knowing they struck a blow against me." He flicked his blade, testing Bubba’s defenses. "If I am to train you properly, I cannot risk my reputation."

He launched a flurry of attacks, each strike precise and probing for weaknesses. "Focus. Anticipate. Feel the armor’s systems working with you, not against you. This is not a game—it is life or death. In our next battle, there will be no second chances."

Bubba pressed the attack, sword angled forward and to the right. He feinted a side swing, then leapt in to strike.

Thel parried, energy blades colliding in a storm of sparks. Bubba’s leap carried him inside Thel’s guard, but the Arbiter was ready. His shield flared as Bubba’s elbow struck, and Thel countered with a swift strike toward Bubba’s neck, forcing him to dive aside.

"The Banished do not tire, Guardian. They will continue their assault until every last one of you lies broken at their feet."

Bubba regained his footing, sword raised.

"I’ll keep the hit between us," he said steadily, "but now I strive for another." He stepped forward, preparing for another attack.

Thel’s mandibles twitched, an unmistakable sign of amusement. "Your confidence is admirable, Guardian. But remember, overconfidence leads to carelessness, and carelessness leads to defeat." His blade wove intricate, fluid arcs. "The Banished will exploit every weakness, every hesitation."

He lashed out, testing Bubba’s defenses rather than striking to harm. "You must be unrelenting. Merciless. Unstoppable. Only then can you prevail against their endless armies. You have potential, Guardian."

"My overconfidence is merely a ruse to keep my spirits, Thel," Bubba replied, eyes blazing. "I am unlucky, and I always try my hardest, like a madman. I won't let the enemy catch a single break, and I will plan and strategize while they laugh and plunder."

Thel’s mandibles clicked again, approval in the rhythm. "Your spirit is admirable, Guardian. But the Banished do not fight with honor. They will strike from shadows, behind shields. Your allies may become your weapons. You must be prepared for anything, at any time."

He moved with lethal precision, launching a relentless series of strikes, each one probing, testing, teaching. "But I see the fire in your eyes. That drive, that push, even when all seems lost—that is what makes a true warrior, Guardian."

Bubba dropped into a low crouch, bringing his blade down to meet Thel’s.

Energy crackled as their blades met, sparks dancing across the training floor. Thel’s voice rumbled like distant thunder. "The Banished do not play by rules, Guardian. They strike when you least expect it. Strike, defend, anticipate… always anticipate."

He pushed him back with a surge of power, his boots scraping against the metal deck. "In battle, there are no friends, no allies, no one to trust but yourself and your own skills." His blade arcs in a deadly sweep, forcing Bubba to twist aside to avoid being struck down.
"Only by remaining ever vigilant, by anticipating your enemy's every move, can you hope to prevail against them."

"Oh, I’m already making plans, Thel," Bubba said, eyes glinting beneath the helmet. "My goal is always to think like my enemy, find their strategy, use their form, so…" He shifted his grip mid-motion, tossing the blade to his other hand and thrusting into Thel’s shield.

The Arbiter’s eyes widened slightly as the energy sword clashed with his shield. The field flared brightly, holding firm against the impact. "Impressive," he rumbled, mandibles clicking. "You think quickly on your feet. The Banished would do well to fear such adaptability."

Thel retaliated with a swift, sharp slash. Bubba barely managed to parry, energy crackling and sparks flying as the blades met. "But do not underestimate the Banished’s cunning," the Arbiter warned, stepping lightly. "They are masters of deception, twisting even their own soldiers’ minds to their bidding."

"I’ll stay vigilant, Thel," Bubba said, resolute. "You have my word on that."

The Arbiter nodded once, a gesture heavy with respect. "Your word is enough, Guardian. I have seen your resolve, your determination. You will need every ounce of that strength to face the Banished and their dark master." He stepped back, lowering his blade. "For now, our training is complete. Rest, recover, and prepare yourself for the trials to come. The Banished will not wait long to strike again."

Bubba lowered his own sword, shoulders easing. "I will, Thel. Thank you for your guidance. I am honored to have learned from a true warrior like you."

Thel inclined his head. "The honor is mine, Guardian."

"Then I will return to the Infinity," Bubba said, a faint grin behind the visor. "I have appointments to make, heheh—even in these trying times."

The Arbiter let out a low rumble, almost a laugh. "Even in the darkest of times, there is room for camaraderie…and other affections. The Banished have not conquered our hearts, Guardian, and they never will."

He sheathed his blade with a smooth motion, energy flickering out. "Go, and attend to your appointments. May the light of the Forerunners guide your path—not just in battle, but in all things. I will pray for your victory."

With that, Thel activated the stealth systems in his armor. In a shimmer of faint light, he vanished from sight, leaving only silence behind.

Bubba exhaled slowly, taking a moment to turn to Reth, the only Elite who had witnessed the battle firsthand.

Reth stepped forward, blue skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. "Guardian, your prowess in battle was…astonishing," he said, voice a mix of awe and envy. "To wield an energy sword with such skill, to face the Banished head-on… it was a display of courage that will be remembered for generations."

He glanced down at his own weapon, a standard Covenant energy sword, shaking his head. "I feel almost ashamed to bear this weapon now, after seeing what you accomplished. The way you moved, the precision of your strikes… it was like watching a master at work."

"Don’t falter, brother," Bubba said, voice steady. "Your honor will be hard-won. I spent twenty-five years in pain, and yet here I am now. Besides… I’m also a bit shocked at my performance, the armor really helped."

Reth’s mandibles twitched, a subtle sign of respect. "Your words touch me deeply, Guardian. To endure such pain for so long, yet emerge stronger… it is truly admirable." He raised his sword, holding it at attention. "I will not falter. I will carry your words into battle. Your pain, your strength… it will fuel my determination."

His intense blue eyes locked on Bubba’s. "When the Banished come again, when the time for battle arrives, I will be ready. I will not let you or my people down." He placed a hand over his heart, the ancient Sangheili gesture of loyalty.

"Reth, I have a request," Bubba said, voice measured. "I need someone I trust to lead the new allies who will help the multiverse. The Splinter Covenant has earned your favor, but they have not yet earned the right of Fleetmaster. I ask you to consider this and work to claim the title in the coming battles."

Reth froze, mandibles quivering with the weight of the request. "Your… your trust means everything to me, Guardian," he said after a long moment. "The Splinter Covenant has indeed… earned your favor." His gaze swept over the other warriors. "You wish me to be Fleetmaster… to command a new, united armada of ships, of warriors." A low growl rumbled in his throat.

"It will not be easy," he continued, steeling himself. "The Banished’s power grows every day, their numbers swell, their dark technologies advance…" His posture straightened, resolve hardening. "I accept the challenge, Guardian."

"I’m sure you’ll be ready once this is all over," Bubba said. "I’ve got to run. May the mantle guide you, brother Reth."

Reth bowed low, mandibles clicking in solemn respect. "The Mantle will guide me, Guardian. When this is over—when we have defeated the Banished and secured peace—I will be ready." His eyes blazed with determination. "I swear it. By my honor, by my people’s legacy, I will become the Fleetmaster you envision. I will lead our allies into battle with the strength and cunning you have shown."

Bubba bowed in return and returned toward the Pelican. Walking through the curving purple corridors of the old Covenant ship.

The engines roared to life as he approached, the pilot waiting patiently. Bubba climbed aboard, the interior dimly lit by emergency lighting. The airlock sealed with a hiss.

Through the reinforced viewport, space stretched to the Nexus below, distant ships moving silently. The pilot’s voice crackled over the intercom: "Guardian, we’re ready for takeoff on your command. Destination: Infinity, correct?"

"Yes, ma’am!" Bubba replied, helmet sensors already scanning the Pelican and preparing for docking procedures.

The pilot chuckled. "At ease, Guardian. We’re all friends here." She pulled back on the controls, and the Pelican lifted smoothly, hangar bay doors sliding shut with a thunderous boom.

As the ship rose into the void, its sensors picked up a massive object ahead—the Infinity, vast and angular, bristling with weapons and sensors.

Bubba sent a quick message to Ratchet, asking when he could meet to work on the engine idea, and mentioning the new armor he wanted the Huragok to help with when possible.

13.2 making connections

* * *
Ratchet’s reply came promptly over comms. “I’d be happy to take a look at your new armor, Guardian. The Huragok and I have been making some exciting advancements in stealth tech and energy absorption. I’m sure we can find ways to integrate those improvements. As for my engine idea… well, I’d love to discuss that further. Meet me in the Infinity’s engine room at 1500 hours today? We can go over the schematics, and I’ll show you what I’m thinking.”

Bubba confirmed the meeting and congratulated him before sending a message to Troi about counseling, asking if she was free now or soon.

Dr. Troi responded without delay. “I’m available now if you’d like to meet, Guardian. I know you’ve been through a lot lately, and I’m here to support you however I can. My office is on Deck 10, Section 2. I’ll be waiting whenever you’re ready to come by and talk.”

Bubba made his way through the Infinity’s winding corridors. The advanced sensors in his new armor subtly adjusted to the ship’s layout and lighting, guiding him without conscious thought. When he reached Dr. Troi’s office, the door was slightly ajar, a soft amber glow spilling into the hallway.

He knocked gently. A moment later, Dr. Troi’s warm voice called for him to enter. Inside, the room radiated calm—soft lighting, muted tones, and a subtle scent of tea in the air. The counselor herself sat behind her desk, her features bright with genuine welcome.

“Guardian, please, have a seat,” she said, gesturing to a plush chair opposite her. “I’m so glad you came. I’ve been meaning to check in with you after your experiences with the Banished. How are you feeling?”

Bubba sank into the chair, letting its comfort draw some of the tension from his frame. “I feel good, mostly. But there are moments when my alters start to surface more, especially after all that’s happened.”

“Matcha has decided to work with me,” he added after a pause. “We had an argument with my friends, but I’ve made up with Ahsoka, and I’ll try to see Subaru after this.”

Dr. Troi leaned forward, brows knitting slightly as she listened. “It’s good you’ve come to an arrangement with Matcha, but I’m concerned about the argument with your friends. Dissociative episodes can be disruptive, especially in social situations. It’s important to develop healthy ways for your alters to communicate—with each other and the outside world.”

She tilted her head in thought. “As for Ahsoka and Subaru, it’s admirable that you’re working to mend those relationships. They clearly matter to you. I want you to know I’m here to help with that process.”

“I… I like being me,” Bubba said. “I like having alters that can come by and see my friends. I believe in healthy multiplicity, doc. It was just jarring for them—I’d forgotten it isn’t normal after all these years.”

Dr. Troi’s lips curved in a small, knowing smile. “It’s not about normal, Guardian. It’s about what works for you and what helps you live a fulfilling life. Healthy multiplicity can be a strength, and it’s clear you’re working to make it so.”

She leaned back, voice turning analytical. “Tell me, how do you feel when your alters surface? Is it sudden, or do you get warning signs? Understanding these patterns will help us manage transitions. And how do your alters interact with each other?”

“It’s usually sudden. We interact well. We like to be a little cartoonish, a bit tropy. My friends wanted me to agree not to make fun of my alters and vice versa. I had to step away to think after they wouldn’t hear my perspective. I told Ahsoka I’m not a child and that I’ve been working on this for over five years. Being older than all of them, I forgot they haven’t had the same growth. I told her I’m happy with my alters and self-talk but will work on it more if it bothers her. She agreed to treat me like an adult.”

Troi nodded slowly, absorbing his words. “It’s clear you have a unique and dynamic relationship with your alters. The suddenness can be challenging, but it’s also an opportunity for growth. Let’s establish ground rules for when alters surface—safe spaces for those transitions. And let’s work on communication strategies, so misunderstandings with friends happen less often. Maybe create a safe space for open dialogue, where you can express yourself and they can ask questions without judgment.”

She smiled softly. “Finally, consider integrating some of your alters’ personalities into everyday life. That might help your friends see them as part of you, not something separate or to be feared. For now, next time an alter surfaces, acknowledge them openly.”
Bubba nodded. “I agree, and I’ll do it, doc. Thanks. I’m feeling better already.”

Her eyes warmed. “I’m glad to hear that, Guardian. Remember, this is an ongoing process. Setbacks are natural. The important thing is you’re taking steps to understand and accept yourself—alters and all.”

She rose and walked around her desk, resting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “I know you have a lot on your plate—the Banished threat, your upcoming mission—but your well-being is just as important as any battle. Promise me you’ll take care of yourself. Promise me you’ll reach out if things become overwhelming.”

“I promise, Doctor. I won’t let myself get lost in the chaos. I’ll find my center, no matter what comes.”

“Good.” She squeezed his shoulder lightly. “Now, what’s next for you?”

“I’m going to meet Subaru, then Ratchet, then portal training with Ahsoka. After that, maybe I’ll test the new armor.”

“That’s quite the schedule,” she said with a small smirk. “Say active, yes, but take moments for yourself. You’re not alone in this Bubba, your friends, your crew, we’re all here for you.”

“Thanks, doc. Hopefully after this battle I’ll have time to really talk.”

“I look forward to it. Your journey is unique, Bubba, and I’m honored to be part of it.”

She let her hand rest briefly on his arm. “If you ever need to talk—day or night—I’m here.”
“Thanks. You’re a huge help.”

Bubba stepped back into the corridors of the Infinity. The ship thrummed with activity—crew hurrying past, their faces tight with focus. The recycled air smelled faintly metallic, a sharp contrast to the tranquil space he’d just left. The moment lingered like a breath between battles.

. . .

As Bubba made his way through the ship, he asked Isabel for Subaru’s location.

“Subaru is currently in the training simulator on Deck 16, Section 3,” Isabel informed him, her voice calm and precise. “He’s been preparing for the upcoming mission, focusing on his close-quarters combat skills.”

Bubba nodded, a sense of determination settling over him. Subaru’s dedication to honing his abilities was admirable, a reminder of the importance of preparation in the face of the Banished threat. “Thank you, Isabel. I’ll head there directly.”

Stepping into the turbolift, Bubba couldn’t help but reflect on his own journey. When the lift stopped and the doors slid open, he stepped out to see Subaru in the middle of a sparring match with a marine, holding his own but slowly losing ground.

Bubba watched as Subaru’s back hit the wall, parrying a flurry of strikes from the armored marine. Sweat beaded on Subaru’s forehead, his movements becoming less fluid as fatigue set in. The marine—a towering figure in full combat gear—pressed the advantage, driving Subaru into the corner of the mat. Subaru’s face tightened with strain as he deflected another series of attacks, his sword arm growing heavier by the second.

The marine spotted an opening and launched a powerful thrust toward Subaru’s midsection, but Bubba called out, “Subaru, use your left hand!”

Without hesitation, Subaru dropped his right hand and snapped his left up, catching the marine’s wrist with surprising strength. Using the momentum, he wrenched the marine off-balance and swept his leg, sending the larger man sprawling. The marine recovered quickly, but his advantage was gone.

“Let’s go, Subaru! That was excellent.,” Bubba yelled.

Subaru turned, a grin spreading across his face as he caught his breath. “Guardian! I didn’t expect to see you here. Man that gold armor is incredible Bubba! Got it from the arbiter right? I could use a break—how about you?” He extended a hand in invitation. The marine, still panting from the intense session, gave Bubba a respectful nod before leaving.

Bubba stepped onto the mat, the cool, slightly tacky surface firm beneath his boots. “Thanks friend. I thought I’d see how your training’s going. You were holding your own, but I saw a few openings.” He paused, adding, “You’ve getting good at this.”

Bubba took a breath and continued. “I wanted to talk about yesterday. I didn’t think about your perspective either. Being young and knowing nothing about the issues I have… I want you to know I’ve worked on my self-talk for five long years. That’s why it was kind of annoying to hear y’all drag it on and on. I’m not a young man anymore, Sub. I’m 28. I’ve learned a thing or two. I don’t want to be treated like a child. That being said, I’ll always hear out your advice at least once, okay? I value your input because I know you’re smart and cunning.”

Subaru’s confident demeanor flickered. He ran a hand through his damp hair, muscles flexing with the motion. “Guardian, I…” He hesitated, clearly weighing his words. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I was coming across as condescending. I was just worried, that’s all. You’ve always been so strong, so capable, and to see you struggle like that…” He trailed off, meeting Bubba’s gaze with genuine remorse. “You’re right—you’re not a child. You’ve been through so much, and I shouldn’t have treated you like one.”

“I wasn’t struggling, that’s the thing,” Bubba explained. “It’s healthy for my alters to come by. I’m sorry I spooked you. I’ve been doing this so long I forgot it wasn’t normal, haha.”

Subaru’s shoulders eased, a small smile tugging at his mouth. “I think I get it now. It’s not about struggling—it’s about managing, right? I’ve seen how you handle yourself in combat, and you’re anything but weak.” He stepped closer, his voice dropping. “And I get it. I’m not exactly normal myself, if you know what I mean.”

The simulator lights flickered overhead, drawing both their attention upward. “Maybe we could work on some more… specialized training. Something that takes your unique situation into account. I’ve got a few ideas to help you channel those multiple perspectives.”

“I’d love to, Sub,” Bubba said. “I’m free after the battle, eh, if nothing bad happens. I’ve got a bad feeling I need to warn the admirals about.”

Subaru nodded, serious now. “A bad feeling, huh? I trust your instincts. We’ll talk after the battle. In the meantime, I’ll keep my eyes open.”

He glanced around to make sure the room was empty, then leaned in. “If you ever need someone to bounce ideas off or just… vent to, I’m here. I may not fully understand, but I want to be there for you however I can.”

Bubba smiled. “I’ll take you up on that soon, friend. And same to you—I really do know a thing or two. I was 18 once. I’m much happier now.”

Subaru’s eyes crinkled with warmth. “I’m glad to hear that. You deserve to be happy. And I have no doubt you’ve learned a lot these years.” He gave Bubba’s shoulder a gentle squeeze. “I think I’m starting to understand why you’re so special to so many people. Your strength, your wisdom… it's inspiring.”

The lights flickered again, this time more noticeably. “We should wrap this up,” Subaru said. “I promised Emilia I would see her right after sparring sessions ended. But don’t forget—I’m here for you. Always.”

“Thanks friend! I’m going to work on a super engine with Ratchet now,” Bubba said.

Subaru chuckled. “A super engine, huh? Sounds like something out of a holovid. I can’t wait to see what you come up with. Stay safe out there, Guardian.”

. . .

They parted ways, Bubba making his way through the Infinity’s corridors with unease gnawing at the back of his mind. The bad feeling he’d mentioned still lingered.

“Isabel,” he said into his comm, “could you deliver a message to the admiral?”

“Of course, Guardian,” Isabel replied promptly. “What would you like me to relay?”

“Tell me first—have the Prometheans still been attacking the Banished?”

“Only on the fringes,” she answered. “Activity has died down significantly. The Banished seem focused on something else, but we can’t pinpoint what. Our sensors are picking up unusual energy signatures from their territory, but they’re careful not to leave a trace. The admiral will want to know. Should I tell him you’ve discovered something?”

“Indeed,” Bubba said. “I believe the Banished have made a deal with the Didact. They probably plan to strike our ground forces since our ships are shielded from teleportation after the last fight with him. The Didact only cares for his own universe, I bet, or wants to control the Nexus. That’s my hunch. I’d ask that we prepare for the possibility of a Promethean ground invasion. Maybe put up more sensors.”

“The Didact?” Isabel’s tone carried both concern and admiration. “That’s a terrifying prospect. If he’s allied with the Banished, it could spell disaster. And if he’s only interested in his own universe… that makes him even more unpredictable. I’ll relay your concerns to the admiral immediately. Your suggestion about reinforcing sensors is spot-on. We can’t afford to be caught off guard again.”

“I hope it helps and isn’t a wash. Thanks for listening,” Bubba said.

“You’re welcome,” Isabel replied warmly. “I’m always here to listen. And I have faith in you—if anyone can figure this out, it’s you. Your insights are invaluable, even if they sometimes come from unexpected places. Who else would think to link the Banished with the Didact? It’s brilliant—terrifying, but brilliant. I’ll keep you updated.”

. . .

Bubba made his way to Ratchet and the Forerunner engine.

The ship’s corridors hummed with quiet activity. Crew members passed by, nodding in greeting, but their smiles didn’t quite reach their eyes. The Banished threat hung in the air like static before a storm. By the time Bubba reached the engine room, the scent of ozone and the sharp tang of welding hit him like a wall.

Ratchet stood hunched over a massive Forerunner engine, hands moving in a blur across shimmering holographic displays.

“Hey, Guardian! Right on time, as always,” Ratchet said, eyes bright. “I see you’ve got yourself a fancy new set of armor! Check this out,” He gestured at a dense web of tubes and conduits snaking out from the core. “I think I’ve figured out how to integrate Forerunner tech with our own systems. It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before.”

“Tell me more, friend.” Bubba grinned, wanting to connect with his new friend.

Ratchet’s grin widened, and he launched into an explanation in a rush of excitement and technical jargon. “See this here?” He tapped a pulsating crystal embedded deep in the machinery. “Forerunner power core. Key to everything. I’m working on a way to harness its energy to boost our ship’s capabilities—faster speeds, stronger shields, maybe even some advanced weaponry.”

He spun to another console, pulling up a glowing wireframe model of the engine. “Been running simulations. The results? Incredible.”

“Now for a test, eh?” Asked Bubba.

“You bet.” Ratchet’s hands flew across the console again. “I’ve got a run set up, but I need someone with your expertise to monitor the results. The engine’s tuned to push our shields to the absolute limit, and I need to make sure it doesn’t fry anything in the process. We’re talking serious power here.”

On the console, a list of scenarios blinked into existence—direct Banished energy weapon impact, full-scale teleportation assault, and more.

“And the admirals are okay with this?” Bubba questioned.

Ratchet hesitated, glancing toward the door. “Well… about that.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “They don’t exactly know all the details yet. I want a proof of concept first before I pitch it. You know how they are with ‘untested technology.’”

He raised both hands defensively. “But we’re not breaking any rules. If this works, it could turn the tide. This is the kind of edge we need.”

“Can you do a micro-test? On my shields. That might get them to give you the green light.” Bubba offered.

Ratchet’s eyes lit up. “Guardian, that’s brilliant. No risk to the ship, real data to show the brass.” He darted to another panel, keying in commands. “We’ll feed the output into your shield grid, see how it handles the load. If it holds, we’ve got our ticket to a full-scale run.”

Bubba folded his arms, watching him work. “Glad I could help. And since I did, you still want to work on my armor? I’m thinking jets like the Spartans use, grappling hook on one arm, flamethrower on the other, and a taser in the grappling arm. Anything else you think would help, go for it. If it’s too much trouble, the armor’s already great as is.”

Ratchet’s head snapped up, a slow grin spreading. “You’re asking for the full walking war machine treatment.” He circled Bubba, eyes scanning every plate and joint. “Jets are doable, especially with the Forerunner power routing. Grappling hook and flamethrower—we’ll have to get creative with the energy draw. Taser integration is easy enough.”

A holographic wireframe of Bubba’s armor spun above the console. Ratchet leaned in, already marking possible upgrades. Then the door whispered open.

A Huragok floated in, its translucent skin glowing faintly with shifting pulses of color.

“Ah, Slightly Bouncy, come in,” Ratchet called, waving it over.

The alien trilled in a chorus of chirps and clicks, tendrils curling with curiosity as it drifted toward the console. It wasted no time beginning its own inspection of the Forerunner systems, movements precise yet oddly playful, like a creature both at work and at ease.

13.3 Beneath the Armor

Ratchet gestured to Bubba, his grin wide as ever. “I was just telling the Guardian here about the new engine upgrade. I want to run a micro test on their personal shields first, to make sure it can handle the increased power output.”

The Huragok drifted closer, its bioluminescent skin pulsing with an almost hypnotic rhythm as its tendrils brushed across Bubba’s armor. “Fascinating integration of Forerunner and UNSC technology,” it said in its otherworldly voice, Bubba’s HUD translating. “However, the current power distribution leaves much to be desired. Recommend a complete overhaul of the energy grid.”

Ratchet’s eyes lit with delight. “That’s exactly what I was hoping to hear! Guardian, are you ready to see what this baby can do?” He tapped a series of commands into the console, and the engine’s hum swelled, a deep vibration running through the chamber.

The sound built until the air itself seemed to crackle with energy. The Huragok’s tendrils danced around Bubba’s armor, its glow throwing eerie, fluid shadows across the walls. Ratchet leaned over the console, his gaze locked on the scrolling data.

“You ready, Guardian?” Ratchet shouted over the rising hum. “Here we go!”

A sudden surge of power coursed through Bubba’s armor. The shields flared, pulsing with a sharp, unearthly light. Bubba nodded, steadying himself. “Let’s do this, Ratchet. I’m ready.”

Ratchet’s fingers blurred across the console, the engine’s whine climbing until it was almost deafening. A blinding flash erupted from the core, wrapping Bubba in searing brilliance. The surge staggered him, heat pressing against his skin, but he gritted his teeth and held his stance.

The Huragok’s tendrils whirled, its skin glowing in rhythm with the machine. As the light receded, Bubba stood in a swirling vortex of energy, his armor alive with a newfound hum. The shields shimmered like liquid silver, painting the room in brilliant light.

Ratchet laughed in awe, the glow reflected in his eyes. “Well, would you look at that! The power distribution is holding steady, and the shields are stronger than ever. I think we’ve got a winner here, Guardian!”

The Huragok chirped with satisfaction, brushing its tendrils along Bubba’s chestplate as if confirming the results.

Bubba let out a breath and said, “Alright! Amazing work, you two.”

Ratchet’s grin widened at the praise. “You know, Guardian, I’ve gotta say—working with you is always a wild ride. Never a dull moment! But I think we’ve outdone ourselves this time. This armor’s going to be a game-changer.”

The Huragok pulsed in agreement. “Affirmative. The integration of Forerunner technology has yielded unprecedented results. Your combat capabilities have been significantly enhanced.”

Bubba tilted his head. “Enough for those upgrades?”

Ratchet’s eyes gleamed with mischief. He rubbed his hands together, already lost in the thought. “Oh, you bet it is! I’ve got ideas that’ll make your armor the envy of the galaxy. Jets for high-speed maneuvers, a grappling hook for vertical mobility, a flamethrower to toast your enemies, and a taser to fry their systems. We’ll have them seeing stars before they even know what hit ’em!”

The Huragok drifted closer, its tendrils twitching with amusement. “Fascinating modifications.”

Bubba crossed his arms, his voice steady. “I always like to be prepared for anything. I’ve watched a lot of fiction to know that stuff can help.”

Ratchet nodded eagerly. “You’re absolutely right, Guardian. In this universe, you never know what kind of crazy tech or creatures you’ll run into. That’s why I always say—if you can imagine it, we can probably build it!”

The Huragok’s glow deepened, its tone almost playful. “Your human is correct. The universe is vast and unpredictable. It would be prudent to equip yourself with as many defensive and offensive capabilities as possible.” One tendril tapped Bubba’s armor. “I am detecting a weakness in your current power distribution system. With your permission, I could implement a more efficient grid to allow smoother energy flow between your upgrades.”

Ratchet’s eyes shone. “Ooh, I like the way you think, little buddy. A more efficient power grid? That’s the icing on the cake. What do you say, Guardian? Ready to take your already awesome armor to the next level?”

The Huragok’s tendrils quivered with eagerness, its glow pulsing brighter.

Bubba gave a firm nod. “Indeed.”

Ratchet and the Huragok exchanged a knowing look, both thrilled. “Alright then, let’s do this!” Ratchet exclaimed, darting back to his workstation.

The Huragok floated closer, its tendrils lighting in a sharp blue glow. “Prepare yourself. The power grid overhaul may be… intense.”

The room thickened with static, Bubba’s armor systems whirring in anticipation. Ratchet’s hands flew across the console, his focus unbroken. The Huragok pressed its tendrils gently to Bubba’s plating. For a heartbeat, nothing happened. Then the world erupted.

Energy exploded through Bubba’s body like fire and lightning combined. His armor pulsed with an almost unbearable brilliance, the Huragok’s glow joined by a storm of colors rippling across his frame. Bubba shut his eyes against the glare, every nerve alive with the overload.

It felt as if every cell in his body was being supercharged, every synapse firing with electric clarity. His armor hummed and vibrated like it had become a living thing, resonating with the raw surge. The air cracked around him, sharp with ozone, raising the hairs on his arms and neck.

Through the maelstrom of sensation, Bubba heard Ratchet’s voice, strained but excited. “Whoa! Look at that! The power levels are off the charts!” His fingers danced across the console, no doubt scrambling to keep up with the deluge of data pouring in from Bubba’s armor.

The Huragok’s tendrils retracted, and the blinding light dimmed into a soft, pulsing glow that radiated from Bubba’s suit. As his vision cleared, he took in the sight of his transformed gear with awe—and a touch of apprehension. The once-familiar plating now hummed with barely contained energy, the integrated weapons and systems gleaming ominously.

Ratchet stepped back from the console, eyes wide with a mixture of amazement and unease. “Guardian… that was… intense. Like, really intense.” He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to process the enormity of what they had just pulled off. “The energy output..”

Bubba cut him off with a crooked grin. “Wait, y’all put the weapons on already? How much stuff is in that toolbox, Ratchet?”

Ratchet chuckled, puffing up with pride. “Oh, you’d be surprised what fits in here!” He tapped his chest where the toolbox was hidden. “But seriously, I’ve been prepping for this for a while. Had to snag some extra parts from my home universe just to make this happen.”

The Huragok’s bioluminescent skin pulsed with amusement. “Your human friend is correct. The modifications to your armor are extensive.” Its tendrils indicated the new systems one by one. “Jets. Grappling hooks. Flamethrower. Taser. All fully integrated into your current suit.”

Bubba laughed, shaking his head. “I can’t thank the two of you enough. Maybe now the Spartans will be jealous of me, haha.”

Ratchet barked out a hearty laugh. “Aw, don’t you worry about them! I’ll have them banging down my door soon enough, demanding the same treatment.” He winked, then grew uncharacteristically serious. “In all honesty, Guardian, you’re something special. This armor isn’t just gear—it’s a reflection of your potential. Don’t be afraid to lean into that.”

Bubba smirked, playing it off. “Will do. Be sure to mention to the Admiral that I support your test. Heh, don’t make me look bad.”

Ratchet’s face fell, his usual grin slipping. “Ah, about that…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I may have already sent the preliminary reports. And, well… the Admiral wasn’t exactly thrilled. Said it was too dangerous, too experimental. I tried to explain, but…”

The Huragok floated closer, its glow dimming. “Your human friend is correct. The Admiral was adamant in his disapproval. He expressed concerns about catastrophic system failure—and the risk to your personal safety.”

Ratchet winced, fiddling with a wrench.

Bubba shrugged. “Well, you’ll just have to tell him you made it safer before we did this! Also, good luck with that—Isabel’s always listening.”

Ratchet’s color drained. “Oh, sweet merciful—you’re right. Isabel hears everything.” He slumped against his workbench, looking deflated. “Guess I’ll have to do some fast talking. Or just hide in the engine room until this blows over.”

The Huragok’s tendrils twitched sympathetically. “Perhaps presenting your findings in person, with full transparency, would be best.”

Bubba gave Ratchet a sly grin. “Everyone’s got their quirks. Let the Admiral know, and worst case—you’ll just have to move to the Republic ships, hehe.”

That earned him a weak smile from Ratchet. “Yeah… maybe I’ll take you up on that if things get too heated.” He took a breath, shaking off the worry. “Alright. Let’s not dwell on fallout. Let’s focus on what we’ve accomplished here.”

He gestured toward Bubba’s armor, eyes gleaming with pride. “Jets for quick getaways, grappling hooks for hard-to-reach places, a flamethrower for when things get messy, and a taser for non-lethal takedowns. You’re loaded.”

Bubba flexed his hands, feeling the hum of energy. “I feel invincible already. Thanks again, guys.”

Ratchet clapped him on the shoulder, grinning wide again. “You’re welcome, Guardian. Don’t sell yourself short—it’s you who’ll make this suit sing.” He shot the Huragok a nod. “Thanks for the technical assist, buddy.”

The Huragok bobbed gently. “It was my pleasure, human. I look forward to seeing the results of our combined efforts.” Its glow dimmed as it drifted toward the exit.

Ratchet turned back, face softening.

Bubba met his gaze, voice low but warm. “Thanks again. This is my dream suit.”

Ratchet’s grin returned, full force. “Aw, shucks. You’re gonna make me blush.” He scooped up his toolbox. “But seriously, Guardian, this is just the start. I’ve got more ideas up my sleeve, and I bet you do too. Who knows what we’ll come up with next?”

At the door, the Huragok paused, its glow pulsing gently. “This is only a foundation. The potential of your combined abilities is inspiring.” It drifted into the corridor, leaving Bubba and Ratchet alone.

Bubba adjusted his new armor, the weight strangely reassuring. “Well, friend. I’ve got a busy two days, well, one and a half now. Can I help you more before I go?”

Ratchet chuckled, shaking his head. “Nah, you’ve done plenty. I’ve got tweaks to make, but nothing urgent. You should focus on prepping. But hey, if you need a break or want to brainstorm, you know where to find me.”

He looked Bubba over, eyes catching the gleam of the upgraded plating. “You’re going to do great out there, Guardian. Remember, it’s not just the gear. It’s how you use it. Trust your instincts. Push boundaries.”

Bubba nodded. “I’ll definitely come by again. Maybe with Subaru. See you soon—stay safe.”

Ratchet’s grin softened into something more solemn. “I’ll do my best. You watch yourself too. And if things get hairy, don’t hesitate to call backup. We’re in this together.”

With a final clap on Bubba’s armored shoulder, Ratchet turned back to his work, already daydreaming about his next project.

Bubba lingered, catching his reflection in the polished hull of a nearby machine. The armor gleamed with sleek menace, humming with potential. The mission ahead loomed heavy, but the confidence radiating from his transformed silhouette steadied him.

Then, with resolve, he finally made his way to portal training with Ahsoka.

Ahsoka was waiting for Bubba in the Infinity’s secluded meditation room, her Jedi robes draping gracefully over her slender frame. As he entered, she turned to face him, her amber eyes glinting with a mix of concern and anticipation.

“Bubba, I’m glad you could make it. I know you have a lot on your plate right now, but I think this training session is crucial for what lies ahead. Wow, your new armor is amazing!”

She gestured toward the plush meditation cushions in the center of the room. “Please, make yourself comfortable. I want to help you tap into the full potential of your abilities, and I believe this quiet space will be conducive to that.”

“There’s only one thing I need right now, dove,” Bubba said. He stepped forward, wrapping her in his arms and tilting his face toward hers, his eyes alone signaling his intention to kiss her.

Ahsoka froze for a moment, caught off guard, then softened as her gaze locked with his. A faint blush colored her cheeks, and her breath rose and fell unsteadily. “I, um—” She stumbled over the words, hesitating for a heartbeat before a small, soft laugh escaped her. “You know what? I could use this right now, too.”

She lifted her face, closing the distance. Their lips met in a tender, passionate kiss, warm and grounding, like the first embrace after a long winter.

“Mhm, so you like the armor?” Bubba murmured when they parted. “Custom build with Ratchet and Forerunner upgrades.”

Ahsoka pulled back slightly, her eyes wide with awe. “Bubba, that’s incredible! I had no idea you were working on something like this. The craftsmanship is exquisite, and the Forerunner upgrades… wow. I can only imagine the power you must be packing now.”

She reached out, fingertips tracing the lines of the plating, lingering on its sleek design. “Ratchet really outdid himself this time. And the way it complements your abilities… it’s like it was made just for you.”

“I’m still missing a few things. A lightsaber and a knife holster,” Bubba said with a grin. “But I do have magnetic weapon holsters. Speaking of things that were made for me…” He eased her down onto the cushions and kissed her again, his hands squeezing gently at her sides.

Ahsoka let out a breathy laugh, her eyes glowing with mischief even as she yielded to the soft bedding. “Bubba, you’re making it hard to focus,” she murmured. Her palms pressed against his chest, the hard surface of his armor cool beneath her touch. “But I must admit, I like where this is going.” She leaned up to kiss him again, deeper this time.

“Sorry,” Bubba said between kisses. “I just needed a little loving. I can meditate when you’re ready again. I haven’t gotten nearly enough of you, darling.”

“I know, I know,” she chuckled, fingertips brushing along the edges of his armor before coming up to cup his cheek. “You’ve been so busy. But as much as I’d love to keep this up, we have a mission to prepare for. And I think you need to understand your abilities better.”

Her amber eyes softened as they searched his. “How about this? We meditate together, then maybe we can spend the later hours of the day together. I’ll guide you through some exercises to help you better control your powers. And afterwards—”

“Afterwards I’ll give you some training, girl,” Bubba teased, gently biting her lip.

Ahsoka narrowed her eyes playfully, amusement sparkling there. “Oh, really? And what kind of training did you have in mind?” she asked, returning the playful nip before softening again. “But first, let’s focus. Close your eyes and take a deep breath.”

She guided him upright into a seated position, settling beside him. Her hands rested lightly on his shoulders. “Clear your mind of distractions. Feel the energy around you—the hum of the ship, the quiet strength of the meditation room. Let it all flow through you.”

“Yes,” Bubba said, exhaling slowly. “I’ve been aware of it since the first temple summoning. I actually managed to make a full portal and a few more during training, after I needed some alone time earlier.”

Ahsoka’s eyes snapped open, concern flashing across her features. “Wait, what? You created more portals already? Without supervision?” She reined in her voice quickly, though the worry lingered. “Bubba, that’s not safe. Using those powers without proper guidance can be dangerous. You could hurt yourself—or worse.”

Her hands came up to cradle his face, steadying his gaze on hers. “I know you’re eager, and I know you want to help, but please—don’t do this alone again. I can’t lose you, not when we’re so close to finding a way to stop the Banished.”

“Ahsoka, I’m so sorry,” Bubba said quickly. “I got mad and forgot what I’d promised. You won’t lose me—I’ll remember more easily now.”

Ahsoka’s grip on Bubba’s face loosened slightly, though she didn’t immediately pull away. Her gaze lingered on him, searching for any trace of deceit. “I understand that you got upset, but I need you to promise me. No more unsanctioned portal creation. You’re too valuable, too powerful, to take that kind of risk.”

Her fingers stroked his cheek as she spoke, the touch both tender and firm. “We’ve been through so much, worked so hard. I can’t bear the thought of losing you now. So please, be careful. Follow the protocols.” She leaned forward until her forehead pressed against his. “Promise me, Bubba. No more secrets.”

“Yes, ma’am. Sorry, I forget things a lot… it comes with my brain problems. Sometimes pieces aren’t where they should be. Especially when I’m splitting,” Bubba admitted, his voice heavy with honesty.

Ahsoka’s expression softened. “I know, Bubba. I know it’s not easy for you. And I’m not mad, just worried. We all have our struggles, and yours are unique. But that’s why we’re here, to support each other.” She pulled back slightly, her hands shifting to his shoulders in a gentle squeeze. “And remember, you’re not alone in this. We’re all here to help you, to catch you when you fall. You just have to let us.”
“Indeed, I’ll keep trying. I’d never betray your trust on purpose,” Bubba said, focusing on his breathing again.

“That’s all I ask,” Ahsoka said, smiling softly. “That you try. And I know you won’t betray my trust on purpose. You’re one of the most loyal and kind-hearted people I know.” She gave his shoulders one more reassuring squeeze before relaxing into her own meditation stance. “Now, let’s focus. Let’s try to understand and control this energy better.”

She closed her eyes, leading him through steady breaths. “Feel the energy around you, flowing through you. Don’t try to control it yet—just observe. What does it feel like? Warm or cool? Heavy or light?”

“It’s like a web again,” Bubba said. “Everything connected everywhere all at once. The static items, like the pillows, are strong and thick. But we move like water. The infinity of our actions is much larger. Like water being poured into many different shapes.”

Ahsoka’s eyes snapped open, surprise flashing across her face. “That’s incredible, Bubba. You’re already perceiving so much more than I could have imagined.” She straightened, fascination sharpening her voice. “The way you describe it, like a web, like water—it’s beautiful and terrifying all at once, isn’t it?”

Her hand slid into his, fingers interlacing. “Tell me more. What do you see when you look at me? At the space around us?”

“I see the most beautiful woman in the multiverse,” Bubba said simply.

Ahsoka blinked, a blush rising to her cheeks. She gave his hand a small squeeze, a shy smile tugging at her lips. “Bubba, you really know how to make a girl feel special. But we should really focus on the task at hand—the energy, the web of connections…”

“I feel an infinity around you,” Bubba continued, “darkness and light. And an infinity around us, moving together in sync.”

Ahsoka’s breath caught. “An infinity around us… moving together in sync,” she echoed softly, her voice tinged with awe. She tightened her grip on his hand, her gaze locked on his. “Bubba, what you’re perceiving is beyond what I could have imagined. The connection between us, the energy flowing through and around us… it’s almost too profound for words.”

Her voice softened. “But I feel it too. This pull. This sense of belonging.”

“Ahsoka, do you think I could use the Force? Or am I only meant to tear open holes in reality?” Bubba asked, his words quiet but urgent. “I know that’s selfish… but maybe I should see it as connecting things. Still, I’m curious. I really do want a lightsaber. When I got stuck with Levi and the gang in that building, I almost couldn’t get out. If not for the monitor’s eye laser… I might not be the Guardian at all.”

Ahsoka leaned closer, her voice steady and heartfelt. “Bubba, that’s not selfish at all. It’s a question worth asking. And the fact that you want to understand it from different angles, to really learn—that’s what makes you incredible.”

She held his gaze with absolute certainty. “I believe with all my heart that you are the Guardian. That’s why you’ve been brought into our lives. Why you’ve been given these gifts and these trials to overcome.”

“Then I’m going to try something,” Bubba said. He raised a hand, channeling the infinity he felt until his vision blurred. Slowly, one of the meditation pillows lifted from the floor before dropping again.

Ahsoka gasped, her eyes widening. “Bubba, that was incredible!” she said, though her words carried a thread of worry. His hand trembled, his face pale from the effort. “But are you okay? You’re shaking. Please, let me help you ground yourself before we push further.”

She stood and moved closer, her voice soothing. “Breathe with me. In through your nose, out through your mouth. That’s it. Focus here and now, just for a moment.”

“Yeah… that took a lot more than I thought it would,” Bubba admitted, lowering his hand, “I understand it now, though. It isn’t like your Force. I was collapsing infinities to make my desire real. The scenario where those atoms moved like that—our reality.”

Ahsoka listened intently, her brow furrowing as she processed Bubba’s explanation.

“Collapsing infinities to create a scenario,” she repeated softly. “That’s… that’s a way of looking at it I’ve never considered before. The Force is so different, so organic. But what you’re describing—it’s almost like a mathematical expression of reality.”

She reached out and took his hand, steadying him as he swayed. “Bubba, I think you’re onto something profound. But I also think we need to be very careful. What you just did took a lot out of you. We can’t risk you overtaxing yourself like that again.”

Bubba gave her a small smile. “That’s fine. I know it takes time. I’ve already made portals today, including big ones in the holodeck for the admirals. I heard everybody saw that, hehe. So I think we can relax for today. I can feel it easily now, the infinities and the doorways I create. It’s like a handshake, two places coming together.”

Pride bloomed across Ahsoka’s face. She smiled warmly. “Oh, Bubba, I’m so proud of you. Making those portals for the admirals, especially the big ones in the holodeck—that’s absolutely incredible.” She pulled him into a gentle embrace, her arms wrapping tight around him.

“You’ve come so far in such a short time. To be able to create portals with such precision, to feel the infinities and doorways so clearly now—it’s remarkable.” Pulling back slightly, her eyes shone with genuine pride. “And you’re right. We can relax for today.”

Bubba hesitated, then grinned. “I want to take you to my room, Ahsoka.”

Color rose to her cheeks at his sudden invitation. “Bubba, I… I’d like that. Very much.” Her hand squeezed his, thumb tracing slow circles against his skin. “But we should be careful. The last time we were alone in a room—well, you know what happened.”

Bubba tilted his head. “Are you having mixed feelings about it? Your first time? You had fun in the moment. I should’ve considered you’d have more thoughts later. Tell me about it, love. Maybe I can help. I’ve done this before, after all.”

Her expression softened, tangled emotions flickering across her face. “Bubba, I…” She paused, searching for words. “You’re right, I did have feelings in the moment. But now, in the light of day, I’m not sure what to think. It was beautiful, but also overwhelming. I’ve never experienced anything like that before.”

Her gaze dropped, fingers worrying at the hem of her tunic. “I don’t know if I’m ready for more. Not yet. I need time to process, to understand what I’m feeling.” She looked back up, her eyes earnest. “But I do want to talk about it. To understand.”

Bubba nodded gently. “I’m here. You can always talk to me. I prefer it, actually, hehe. But… perhaps another woman could help. Maybe Halsey? She owes me one more favor.”

A flicker crossed Ahsoka’s features—hesitation, almost discomfort. “Halsey? I don’t know, Bubba. She’s brilliant, sure, but… I’m not sure I’m comfortable talking to her about this. It feels too personal. Too intimate. I appreciate your suggestion, I do, but I think I need someone closer to my own age. Someone who might understand better.”

“Dr. Troi!” Bubba said quickly. “I don’t know any other young women here who are… active in that way, sadly. But I trust Troi. And I’m also here to listen. I relate to women a lot more than most men.”

Relief softened Ahsoka’s expression. “Dr. Troi—yes, that’s a good idea. She’s wise, she’s understanding, and I do trust her. I think she might be able to help me sort through these feelings.” Her shoulders eased as she took a steady breath. “And I appreciate you being here for me, Bubba. It means a lot to know I can talk to you about this, that you understand.”

Her eyes swept the meditation room, resting on its calm decor. “Maybe we should go to my quarters instead of yours. I think it would be more comfortable for me.”

“That makes sense,” Bubba said. “And I won’t push you any more today. You deserve a partner in more ways than physical. And we’ve been under a lot of stress.”

Gratitude shone in her face as she nodded. “Thank you, Bubba. You’re right—we have been under so much stress. This mission, the Banished threat… it’s been a lot.” She squeezed his hand gently. “And you’re right about deserving more than just physical intimacy. We need to take our time. Get to know each other better—emotionally, spiritually.”

“Then let’s get going,” Bubba said. “And final suggestion: we might see our friends instead, if you’d prefer. No pressure of intimacy, but all the right vibes and community you need.”

Ahsoka’s eyes lit up, a genuine smile breaking across her face. “You know, that’s a wonderful idea, Bubba. I’d love to spend some time with our friends. Just being together, sharing stories, enjoying each other’s company.” She rose smoothly, smoothing her tunic as she stood. “It’s been too long since we could relax and just be ourselves. No missions, no stress—just good friends and good vibes, as you so eloquently put it.”

She slipped her fingers between his, her voice soft but certain. “Lead the way, Guardian. Let’s go find our crew and create some happy memories together.”

“I’ll message a few people,” Bubba said. “Subaru, his team, Ratchet. You’re welcome to invite the Jedi or Rex. I know they mean a lot to you, and you’ve been separated here with me while they’ve been out running high-stakes missions with the Republic fleet.”

At that, Ahsoka’s face lit up. “Oh, I’d love to invite them! Especially Rex, he’s been such a good friend to me, even after everything.” Pulling out her communicator, her fingers moved quickly across the keys. “I’ll message them right now. They might be busy with the fleet, but it would be wonderful to see them, even for a little while.”

She smiled at him warmly as she worked. “And Subaru’s team, they’re always such fun to be around. It’ll be great to catch up with them, especially after our conversation.” She reached across and gave his hand another squeeze. “Thank you for suggesting this, Bubba.”

Chapter Text

Part 14 The Gangs All Here

Bubba and Ahsoka strolled through the corridors, Ahsoka's hand in his. "My pleasure," Bubba said. "I like being the emotionally mature man in the group, heheh."

Ahsoka chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, you certainly have a unique way of showing it, Bubba. But I appreciate it nonetheless." She finished sending her messages and slipped her communicator back into her pocket. "Now, where should we meet everyone? Somewhere casual and comfortable, I think."

Bubba pondered for a moment, considering the various locations available on the sprawling starship. "How about the recreation deck? It's spacious, and we can enjoy some of the entertainment modules while we wait for everyone to arrive."

Ahsoka nodded in agreement. "That sounds perfect. I could use a bit of relaxation before we all gather. Let's head there."

As they walked, Bubba considered what to say. "Would it be wrong to tease Rex for being the youngest, heheh?"

Ahsoka burst into laughter, a warm and genuine sound. "Oh, you're absolutely right, Bubba! Rex does love to act older than he is, especially around the senior officers." Her amusement faded, replaced by a more wistful expression. "Though I'm not sure he'll appreciate the teasing, considering how he's been taking on so much responsibility lately. Still, it would be fun to joke with him again, like old times."

She took his hand as they walked, her fingers intertwining with his. "You know, I think I needed this more than I realized. Getting together with everyone, I mean. It's been too long since we've all just relaxed and enjoyed each other's company."

"Yeah, this morning wasn't very relaxing when Matcha showed up and we had a disagreement," Bubba said. "But we're better now. We both understand each other better. And I spoke to Subaru about it as well. I think we're doing a good job."

Ahsoka's face softened with understanding as she listened to him. "I'm glad to hear that, Bubba. It's not easy dealing with multiple personalities, especially when they surface unexpectedly." She gave his hand a gentle squeeze. "You're doing an incredible job of managing it all. I know it can't be easy, but the fact that you're open about it and working on it shows a lot of strength and maturity."

As they both reached the recreation deck, she paused, turning to face him fully. "You know, if you ever need to talk about it, I'm here for you. No matter which personality you are, I care about all of you equally."

"Right now I want to be strong and mature for you," Bubba said. "Matcha… might rush into this or that. And Mew… Mew would never let you go."

Ahsoka smiled warmly, her eyes shining with appreciation. "Your thoughtfulness and restraint are much appreciated, Bubba. I value the tender, caring moments we share as much as the playful ones, and I wouldn't want anything to rush the progression of our connection."

She gazed around the recreation deck, her attention drawn to a secluded area with plush couches and low tables. "That corner looks quite inviting. Let's settle there and await our friends' arrival. In the meantime, I'd be more than happy to continue our intimate conversation if you'd like. I always find our heart-to-heart exchanges invigorating and rewarding."

"Mmm, tell me about your day, dove," Bubba said. "We've spoken so much about me. You're doing things a lot differently than your Jedi days. It must be a trip."

Ahsoka's face grew thoughtful as she considered his question, a soft smile playing on her mouth. "You're right, Bubba. It has been quite the adjustment."

She leaned back into the plush couch, her posture relaxing as she began to open up. "The military structure is so different from the Jedi Order. There's this rigid hierarchy and chain of command that I'm still getting used to. Sometimes I find myself wanting to go off on my own, just like I did as a Padawan, but I've learned to trust and rely on my team here."

She sipped from the drink he'd brought her earlier. "But in many ways, it's liberating." Ahsoka's face lit up with enthusiasm. "I can make my own decisions, follow my own path. I don't have to worry about the Jedi Council or the Sith constantly looming over my shoulder. It's given me a newfound sense of freedom and purpose." She paused, her thoughts drifting for a moment. "And then there's the technology. Oh, the technology! Did I tell you about the time I used a holographic projector to create a 3D model of a new weapon design? It was incredible. I could see every angle, every component, right there in front of me. The Jedi never had anything like that."

"Hehe, tell me more," Bubba said. "Your voice is enchanting."

Ahsoka's cheeks flushed slightly at the compliment, a soft, shy smile spreading across her face. "I'm glad you think so, Bubba. Your support means more than you know." She settled deeper into the couch, her posture more relaxed. "As for more stories, recently I had to infiltrate a Banished outpost. The security was state-of-the-art—motion sensors, automated turrets, you name it. But with the help of our tech team, I had access to these incredible augmented reality specs that allowed me to see through walls. I could navigate the entire base without being detected. It was thrilling, but also terrifying at times."

"Oh, there for a second I thought I had monopolized your missions, heheh," Bubba said. "Be careful out there. Reach out to me in the Force if you need a portal extract or rescue team."

Ahsoka chuckled, shaking her head fondly at his concern. "You and I both, Bubba. The thought of having a portal exit ready for me has been a lifeline in more than a few tight situations." She leaned in closer, lowering her volume as she spoke with intensity. "And I can assure you, the moment I feel danger closing in, you'll be the first I reach out to in the Force. Your unique abilities have become an invaluable part of our strategic planning."

As if on cue, the sounds of approaching conversation filled the air as the first guests arrived on the deck. Ahsoka's attention was drawn to the entrance. "Looks like our guests are starting to arrive." Subaru, Emilia, Rem, and Julius were walking toward them.

Subaru, with his characteristic grin, led the group, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on Bubba and Ahsoka. "Well, well, well, look who decided to take a break from saving the galaxy," he teased, his voice warm and friendly.

Emilia gasped, "Bubba, your armor looks so magical. I've never seen anything like it."

Bubba said, "It's custom from the UNSC, Ratchet, and mostly the Sangheili. It's their armor style. What do you guys think?"

Subaru whistled appreciatively, circling Bubba with an appraising eye. "Damn, Bubba. You're like a walking arsenal. I bet you could take on a Banished army single-handedly in that getup."

Emilia nodded in agreement, her face alight with admiration. "It's so sleek and strong! I love the way the red light reflects off the armor plates."

Rem, always more reserved, gave a subtle nod of approval. "The engineering is impressive. I can see how it would enhance your abilities significantly."

Julius, the most practical of the group, stepped closer for a better look. "I notice the additional weapon ports and energy shielding. Very efficient design."

"I see you’ve done your homework Julius. Indeed I've got a few tricks and such stored in here," Bubba said. "Cloaking, grappling hook, flamethrower, taser. Take a seat, gang. I don't know if Subaru shared the explanation and apologies I had for all of you about this morning."

Subaru's grin faltered for a moment as he exchanged glances with the others. "About that, Bubba. We were worried, but we understand now. We thought your alters were something wrong and scary, but it's just more of you, isn't it?"

Emilia's eyes softened as she looked at him, her voice gentle. "We're here for you, Bubba. Whatever you need, we're your friends and your team. We want to support you in any way we can."

Rem nodded in agreement, his expression thoughtful. "We all have our unique challenges, and yours is just another aspect of who you are. It doesn't change how we feel about you or our commitment to you."

Julius leaned back in his seat, his voice steady and reassuring. "We're all in this together. If you ever need to talk or if there's anything we can do to help, just let us know. We're here for the long haul, no matter what."

"Thanks, gang, truly. I've got more news. My portal control is growing a lot. And I was able to move a pillow like a Force user earlier."

"You have the Force now?" Subaru asked.

Bubba smiled at his friends, clearly pleased by Subaru's shocked reaction. "Well, I wouldn't exactly call it 'Force' yet. I'm still just starting to feel the pull between portals." He gestured subtly, and the nearby cushion briefly flickered and rippled before settling back down, drawing surprised exclamations from everyone. "See? It's more like a physical energy than anything else, but it's something new."

Rem's analytical gaze became more pronounced as he focused on the demonstrated effect. "Mm, Interesting. Could this be some form of manifestation of your dimensional awareness?"

Bubba nodded, trying to find the right words to explain. "Yeah, exactly. It's like I'm aware of all the possibilities..."

He paused. "Tell me about you guys?"

"Oh, well," Subaru's face lit up as he settled in his seat. "I've been working on perfecting my stealth techniques. You know, sneaking up on Banished outposts, getting the drop on those sneaky bastards before they even know I'm there." His grin widened as he described it. "Just the other day, I slipped past three elite Banished soldiers right under their noses. They didn't even hear a peep."

Emilia chimed in with a proud smile. "My knight’s been training really hard. Sometimes I have to remind him to eat and sleep!"

Rem added, "Emilia is correct. Subaru-kun’s dedication is admirable, though perhaps excessive."

"And you three?" Bubba asked. "What's it like to use awesome magic against those hapless Banished?"

Emilia's face lit up with enthusiasm. "Oh, it's exhilarating! I love using my ice magic to create these beautiful, intricate formations. Sometimes I make them so cold, the Banished can't even move, and then we can take them out easily."

Rem, interjected with a nod, "Ice magic is incredibly useful in combat. It can slow down enemies, create barriers, and even freeze weapons in mid-air. It's not just about the beauty; it's about the tactical advantage it provides."

Julius cleared his throat, drawing the group's attention to him. "As for me, my spirit magic is no less powerful. I can mostly use fire magic, but my sword play is also proving useful." Julius's eyes gleamed with a hint of mischief as he spoke, his voice low and measured. "I can summon flames to scorch our foes, but my true strength lies in the precision of my blade." He leaned forward, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "A well-placed strike can fell even the most formidable of enemies. It's a dance of death, and I've become quite proficient at it."

Emilia nodded in agreement, her gaze distant as if recalling a particularly intense battle. "I've seen Julius in action, and it's truly a sight to behold."

“Yeah, yeah always the show off.”, Subaru teased.

"You're all amazing in the field," Bubba said. "When me and Subaru stole that Wraith and I finally felt useful… Not an hour later the monitor was saying I was the Guardian this whole time."

Subaru leaned forward, his eyes wide with excitement as he recalled the memory. "That was an incredible moment, Bubba. Seeing you step up and take charge like that, it was like watching a whole new side of you emerge." He grinned, slapping Bubba on the back in a show of camaraderie. "And that Wraith? Man, what a steal! We really showed those Banished what we're made of."

Emilia chimed in, her voice filled with admiration. "It was more than just a successful mission. It was a turning point for all of us. Seeing you embrace your role as the Guardian, it gave us all a renewed sense of purpose and determination."

"After tomorrow is the big battle in space," Bubba said. "Tomorrow I'm practicing moving derelict ships around with portals for a ground mission later and to train my giant portal abilities. Ratchet and the ghost are going to stealthily give me camera feeds of some ships to move."

Subaru's face lit up with excitement at the announcement. "That's incredible, Bubba! Using your portal abilities to move ships? That's going to be a game-changer for sure."

Emilia nodded in agreement, "It will give us a tactical advantage like no other. We could potentially surround entire Banished camps with a single portal strike."

Rem leaned forward, his analytical mind already churning with possibilities. "If you're able to fine-tune your ability to transport massive objects through the portals, it could revolutionize ground warfare. We could rapidly reinforce or resupply frontline units in the thick of battle."

Julius tapped his chin thoughtfully, his brow furrowed in contemplation. "We should discuss potential hazards, though. Opening portals inside structures or within close proximity of our own forces could be disastrous. Precise targeting and coordination will be paramount."

Ahsoka leaned back, crossing her arms. "You've come a long way with your abilities, Guardian. But remember, power like yours can be as much of a weapon as it can be a blessing."

Just then, Ratchet entered the room and waved at Bubba before approaching.

"Hey there, Guardian! I see you've got the whole crew here." He turned to Bubba, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Couldnt help but overhear from across the room. I've got some good news. The Huragok and I have been tinkering with some new gadgets that might come in handy for your portal training tomorrow."

He pulled out a small device from his tool belt, its surface shimmering with intricate Forerunner symbols. "We've found Forerunner portal tech all over the planet, and now we've finally gotten a bit working. This little beauty is what I'm calling Portal Stabilizer. It should help you maintain your portals for longer periods and with greater precision."

"Oh my goodness! That's great! How does it work? Do I wear it?" Bubba asked.

Ratchet grinned, holding up the device for Bubba to inspect. "You wear it like a wrist-mounted control panel, right here on your armor. It syncs with your nervous system, allowing you to maintain a constant connection with your portals." He tapped a few buttons, and the device pulsed with a soft blue light. "The key is the Forerunner energy core. It provides a stable link between your mind and the portals, even when you're not actively concentrating on them."

Bubba marveled at the technology, his fingers brushing against the sleek surface. "Wow, this is incredible! I can't wait to try it out tomorrow."

"Thanks, friend," Bubba said. "I didn't know you were still focused on me all day. You're the best."

Ratchet's furry cheeks flushed slightly at the praise, his usual bravado momentarily replaced by genuine pleasure. "Hey, what are friends for, right? I know how much you've been pushing yourself lately, and I just wanted to give you every edge I could." He ruffled Bubba's hair playfully, his grin widening. "Besides, who else is going to keep me company while I tinker with this ancient tech?"

Subaru chuckled, draping an arm around Bubba's shoulders. "That's Ratchet for you—always looking out for his friends. Even if he does spend more time with his gadgets than people sometimes."

Emilia moved closer, her blue hair catching the light. "This is groundbreaking technology, Guardian. With this kind of power at your disposal, the Banished won't stand a chance." She reached out, her hand stopping just short of Bubba's arm, respectful of the device.

"You know, we should practice using it soon. The more comfortable you are with its controls, the better you'll be in a real battle." Emilia's face was serious, and the crackle of ice magic surrounded her hands. "We need to be ready for anything they throw at us."

Bubba nodded in agreement, the weight of the coming battle settling heavily on his shoulders. "You're right, Emilia. We can't afford to be caught off guard. I'll start practicing with the stabilizer as soon as possible."

Ratchet leaned in, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. "And hey, if you need any extra help or just want to blow off some steam, you know where to find me. I've got a few other tricks up my sleeve that might come in handy." He winked, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

Subaru chuckled, shaking his head. "Leave it to Ratchet to have a whole arsenal of gadgets ready to go at a moment's notice."

Emilia nodded, her expression serious. "We need to be prepared for anything. The Banished are ruthless and will stop at nothing to achieve their goals." She turned to Bubba, her eyes searching his. "Guardian, I know you've been through a lot lately, dealing with your multiple personalities and the strain of your new powers. But I have faith in you. You're the strongest person I know, other than Subaru of course."

Rem leaned forward, her analytical mind already churning with possibilities. "It’s true. Bubba-san rivals Subaru-kun in bravery.”

Julius tapped his chin thoughtfully, his brow furrowed in contemplation. "We should discuss potential hazards, though. Opening portals inside structures or within close proximity of our own forces could be disastrous. Precise targeting and coordination will be paramount."

Bubba nodded, taking in the weight of their words and the gravity of the upcoming battle. "You're right, Julius. We can't afford any mistakes. I'll make sure to practice with the stabilizer and get a feel for its range and precision." He turned to Ratchet, gratitude evident in his voice. "Thanks again, Ratchet. This is going to make a huge difference."

Ratchet grinned, giving him a thumbs-up. "Anytime, Guardian. Just remember, it's not just about the tech. Your connection to the Force—or whatever you want to call it—is what makes this all possible. Trust in yourself and your abilities."

Ahsoka, who had been quietly observing the conversation, leaned forward. "I couldn't agree more. Your powers are growing, and with this new technology, you'll be even more formidable. Just remember to stay grounded and focused. The Banished will exploit any weakness they can find." She placed a hand on Bubba's shoulder, her touch warm and reassuring. "We're all here to support you, Guardian. Whatever you need, we'll be ready."

The group nodded in agreement, their faces set with grim resolve. Bubba felt a sudden chill run down his back, as if someone had walked over his grave. The Banished were out there, somewhere, and he could feel it in his bones.

At that moment, Anakin and Obi-Wan arrived in the room and strolled over to the table where Bubba and the others were gathered, their expressions serious and focused. Anakin's eyes flickered with a hint of concern as he took in the sight of Bubba's new armor and the advanced technology on display.

"Guardian," Anakin greeted him, his voice steady and strong. "I hear you've made some impressive strides in your training."

"Indeed, Master Skywalker," Bubba replied, offering an awkward fist bump "With everyone's help, I've been honing my abilities and preparing for the battle to come. This new armor and the Portal Stabilizer from Ratchet will help alot."

Obi-Wan stepped forward, his keen eyes examining the intricate details of Bubba's custom suit. "Impressive craftsmanship," he remarked, running a hand along the sleek, high-tech surface. "A fusion of Sangheili, Forerunner, and UNSC engineering. It seems you've forged quite the alliance."

Bubba nodded, a hint of pride in his expression. "Alliances are my specialty," he said with a smirk.

Bubba caught a glimpse of the others exchanging meaningful looks, aware of his history with multiple alliances and the resulting complexities. Ahsoka's expression softened slightly, while Rem and Emilia both seemed to suppress amused smiles. The atmosphere became more relaxed, though not everyone's faces showed humor.

Anakin and Obi-Wan shared a knowing glance, clearly mindful of Bubba's unique position. His comment served as a gentle reminder of both his strengths and the challenges of managing so many diverse connections. The contrast between his playful smirk and the underlying seriousness of the moment wasn’t lost on anyone present.

"How have things been in the Republic fleet, Master Jedi?" Bubba asked.

Anakin's eyes darkened at the mention of the Republic Fleet. "The fleet is... stretched thin, to put it mildly. We've been engaging in skirmishes with remnants of the Banished and Prometheans, but our resources are limited. Many of our allies have... had to focus on their own threats." He exchanged a meaningful glance with Obi-Wan before continuing.

"Perhaps after the coming battle we have planned we can remedy that," Bubba said. "I think a few UNSC or Sangheili ships could help you guys have a more rounded and full fleet."

"Perhaps," Anakin said, a ghost of a smile flickering across his face. "But for now, our immediate concern is the Banished threat. Our intelligence suggests they're planning a major offensive—one that will test even our combined strength." He gestured to Bubba's armor appreciatively. "That's why innovations like this are so crucial. We need every advantage we can get, Guardian."

Obi-Wan nodded solemnly. "Indeed. Your new abilities, combined with your knowledge of Banished tactics, could be the edge we need."

"Speaking of new abilities," Bubba said. "I managed some telekinesis today."

Anakin's eyebrows raised slightly, a spark of interest in his eyes. "Telekinesis? That's a significant development. How did you manage it?" He leaned in, genuinely curious.

Obi-Wan, ever the voice of caution, added, "Be careful, Guardian. Such powers can be as much a curse as a blessing. They require control and discipline."

Bubba nodded, understanding the gravity of their words. "I know, Master Kenobi. Ahsoka has been helping me understand and control my powers. She's been a great help in integrating my abilities with my combat skills."

Ahsoka, standing nearby, offered a small smile. "It's been a journey, but the Guardian is making remarkable progress."

"In fact," Bubba said, "I can connect with people now, through the Force or a deep meditation, to make a portal. Good for exfil or rescue."

Anakin and Obi-Wan exchanged a meaningful glance, the implications of Bubba's newfound ability sinking in. Anakin's eyes narrowed slightly, a mix of concern and fascination playing across his features.

"That's... a significant development," he said, his voice low and measured. "The ability to create portals through meditation or Force connection... it could change the nature of our battles against the Banished. But it also comes with a great deal of responsibility and risk."

Obi-Wan nodded in agreement, his expression grave. "Indeed. Such power could be a double-edged sword. Used wisely, it could be a game-changer. But if it falls into the wrong hands... or if you yourself lose control..."

"I have a strict code," Bubba said. "I'll never lose control because you have fail-safes. You refuse to dishonor or disrespect my allies. That means if I'm about to do something crazy, I try to always ask myself, 'What would Ahsoka do?'"

Anakin and Obi-Wan shared a knowing look, understanding the weight of Bubba's words. Ahsoka's eyes softened with affection and pride at his mention of her influence. The atmosphere in the room shifted, the gravity of his revelation settling over the assembled group.

"That's a powerful code to live by, Guardian," Anakin said, his voice filled with newfound respect. "To have a guiding light, a moral compass to fall back on... it's something I've thought a lot about since our initial conversation."

Obi-Wan nodded in agreement, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Indeed. And to have someone like Ahsoka as that guiding light... it speaks volumes about your character."

"Well, I think of all of you," Bubba said. "My code is to help who I can, starting by proximity. I don't have to all the time. But when I can, I should. It also means making sure they want that help, and that I try a peaceful solution."

Ahsoka stepped forward, her eyes reflecting a mix of pride and warmth. "That's a noble code, Guardian. It reminds me of the Jedi path, but with a unique twist that's all your own. It's about balance, about choosing the right path even when the choices are difficult."

Anakin nodded thoughtfully. "Your code aligns well with the principles of the Jedi, but it also acknowledges the complexities of the universe. It's not just about power or control, but about compassion and understanding. That's a rare quality, Guardian."

Obi-Wan added, "And it's a testament to your growth."

"That reminds me, Anakin," Bubba said. "Have you gotten to speak with Obi-Wan and Ahsoka about that 'thing'? I wanted to share a thought with you."

14.2 Poker Face

Anakin’s face darkened slightly, a shadow crossing his features. “We’ve… touched on it, Guardian. But it’s a complex situation.” He glanced at Ahsoka and Obi-Wan, who both kept their expressions carefully neutral.

Bubba tilted his head, his tone light but carrying weight. “Well then let’s meet up soon to have a chat about my new thought in private. I think it may interest you.”

Anakin’s brows furrowed at Bubba’s cryptic remark, but he nodded. “Very well, Guardian. I’ll make time for us to meet soon. Your thoughts on this matter are always welcome.”

Obi-Wan spoke in his measured cadence. “Indeed. The Guardian’s insights have proven valuable in the past. If you have new ideas to share, we would be remiss not to hear them out.”

Ahsoka, always quick to read undertones, leaned forward slightly, her eyes searching Bubba’s. “Is everything alright, Guardian? You seem… preoccupied with this thought.”

Bubba gave her a reassuring smile, though a seriousness underlined his words. “Well to make matters short I wanted to discuss with Anakin his thoughts on what my code should be. Considering his unique Jedi perspective. I’m going to have a group of Sangheili following me in a quest to help their people across the multiverse. A new great journey for them. And I will need both a code that touches on broad and small issues. I like to leave nothing up to chance and cover every base.”

Anakin’s eyes widened slightly, a spark of intrigue breaking through his composure. “Sangheili following you on a quest across the multiverse? That’s… quite the undertaking, Guardian. I can only imagine the challenges and opportunities such an endeavor would present.”

Obi-Wan leaned forward, interest sharpening his gaze. “A code that encompasses both broad and small issues… it’s a wise approach. The Jedi Code, while foundational, often requires adaptation to the unique circumstances one faces.”

Ahsoka, pragmatic as always, nodded. “It’s important to have a clear set of guidelines, especially when leading others.”

Bubba shrugged with an easy grin. “A sort of constitution and honor code mixed together is my idea. The new splinter Covenant allies I’m going to summon are my first group. They already are captivated by the idea. And I can only imagine others might be too. People like Thrawn want to help the Chiss. Perhaps a Guardian Code?”

Anakin’s eyebrows shot up. “A Guardian Code, you say? It’s… intriguing, to say the least. A unique blend of different philosophies.” He glanced at Obi-Wan and Ahsoka before continuing. “We’ve seen the power of unity and shared purpose, Guardian. The Jedi Order was built on the foundation of a Code, but as we’ve learned, rigid adherence can lead to blindspots. Perhaps your idea, a more… fluid set of guidelines, might be just what the galaxy needs right now.”

Obi-Wan nodded thoughtfully, his gaze distant. “Wisdom tempered by pragmatism. It’s not a bad start, Guardian.”

Bubba tapped the armrest beside him, his tone firm. “Well with that said maybe you everyone here could keep that in mind over the coming days. I could use the help. You all have a unique perspective.”

Anakin nodded solemnly, determination flickering in his eyes. “Of course, Guardian. Your request is duly noted. We will all give this matter due consideration in the coming days.”

Obi-Wan placed a hand on Bubba’s shoulder, his grip steady. “You have our full support in this endeavor. A code that unites and guides, that bridges the gaps between different peoples… it’s a noble undertaking.”

Ahsoka’s smile was warm and genuine. “I’m with you, Guardian. Whatever you need, whatever wisdom I can provide, I’m here for you. We all are.”

Gratitude swelled in Bubba’s chest at their support. “Thanks gang! Ratchet and Emilia camp, I would appreciate your input as well if possible.”

Ratchet’s eyes lit up, his curiosity piqued. “A Guardian Code, eh? Sounds like a fascinating project! I’d be more than happy to lend my expertise. We Wreckers have always operated on a certain set of principles, after all.”

Emilia nodded, her gaze distant as she thought. “It’s an ambitious undertaking, but one that could prove invaluable. I can certainly offer my perspective. The challenges of governing and the importance of clear guidelines are not lost on me.”

Rem, ever practical, added simply, “I think it’s a good idea to have a clear set of principles to follow.”

Bubba leaned back, voice casual but firm. “I think a code or constitution-like thing that people sign and try to live by makes sense. I imagine as the first followers the Sangheili will have their own spin in it, but I like them.”

Julius, who had been quietly observing, stepped forward, “A code of conduct, a constitution, a pact—it’s a powerful idea, Guardian. The Sangheili have always been a people of honor and tradition. They will appreciate the structure and the purpose behind such a code.”

Subaru, lounging against a console, crossed his arms. “I agree. The Sangheili are a proud and noble race. They’ll respond well to a code that reflects their values and offers them purpose. It could be a unifying force for your alliance.”

Bubba nodded sharply. “Well thanks guys. We can’t have people just doing whatever they want in the multiverse. Their ability to travel must be limited to those who follow such a code. With me as portal master or Guardian it’s my responsibility once we begin.”

Anakin rested a hand on his shoulder, his tone grave. “You’re right, Guardian. Unlimited, unchecked travel across the multiverse would be a recipe for disaster. A code, a pact, a shared set of principles… it’s the only way to ensure that those who wield such power do so responsibly.”

Obi-Wan’s gaze grew distant, thoughtful. “The Force, the multiverse, the very fabric of reality itself… it’s all connected. To wield power over such things without restraint, without a guiding light… it’s a path to the dark side, as surely as a lightsaber cutting through the air.”

Bubba smirked. “Lightsaber… what do y’all think about me making one with Ahsoka? Honestly, I just wanna be able to cut through walls. But I’ve also always wanted a duel blade like Maul’s. Sorry if that’s strange.”

Ahsoka blinked, caught between surprise and amusement. “A duel blade, huh? You know, Maul’s style was always quite… flamboyant. But it’s effective, there’s no denying that. I think it’s a great idea, Guardian. A lightsaber is a symbol of the Jedi, and if you’re going to wield one, it should be something that truly represents you.”

Anakin chuckled, nostalgia in his voice. “I can see it now, a lightsaber that combines the best of both worlds—Jedi precision and UNSC practicality. And a duel blade? That’s just… that’s just you, Guardian.”

Bubba grinned wide. “Thanks guys. The Jedi have influenced me and the multiverse at large after all. As Guardian I want to bring the best from many worlds to one place.”

Ahsoka’s smile softened, her hand resting gently on his arm. “You’re right, Guardian. The Jedi have left an indelible mark on the galaxy, and now, it seems, on the multiverse as well. Your desire to bring the best from many worlds together is admirable.”

Even Obi-Wan’s usual stoicism eased. “The Force flows through all things, Guardian. Your quest to unify the best aspects of different cultures and technologies is a noble one. It reminds me of the Jedi’s own mission to bring balance to the Force.”

Anakin clapped Bubba on the back with a grin. “You’re already doing it, Guardian.”

Bubba chuckled and shook his head. “Well, thanks again everyone. I don’t even know what to say now.”

Ahsoka placed a hand on Bubba’s shoulder, her touch warm and reassuring. “You don’t need to say anything, Bubba. Your actions, your dedication, your very presence here… that’s all the thanks we need. You’re already making a difference in ways you may not even realize.”

Anakin, ever the supportive friend, flashed him an encouraging smile. “Just keep being yourself, Bubba. That’s all any of us can ask for. Your unique perspective, your willingness to learn and grow… it’s an inspiration to us all.”

Obi-Wan’s gaze went distant, his voice quiet but weighted. “The Force is strong with you, Bubba. I sense great potential.”

Bubba grinned. “Y’all wanna play cards or something? I don’t think Rem and Julius got their chance last time.”

Ahsoka chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Cards? Now that sounds like a splendid idea. I do believe I’m overdue for a bit of friendly competition.” She nudged his shoulder playfully, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. “Just remember, I was trained by Yoda himself in the ways of card strategy. Don’t let my cute appearance fool you.”

Bubba smirked. “Beat you today, I shall. Lessons you will learn. Hehe.”

The Jedi burst into laughter at his Yoda impression. Anakin shook his head, grinning. “Well, I’ve got to admit, Bubba, your confidence is inspiring. But don’t forget—Ahsoka’s no stranger to a good card game. She’s got a few tricks up her sleeve, just like her master.”

“A few tricks up my sleeve, you say?” Ahsoka shot back, her eyes glinting with playful challenge. “I’ll have you know, I once took down Separatist leaders with nothing but a deck of cards and a few well-placed bluffs. You’re in for a run for your credits, Bubba.”

Obi-Wan chuckled, shaking his head. “I still remember a certain young Padawan insisting on playing cards during a mission briefing. Yoda was not amused, but somehow she talked her way out of it—with a winning hand, no less.”

Bubba laughed. “Yeah, I can see that. Alright, what are we playing? I could show Rem and Julius ‘BS’ like last time… or poker. Any votes?”

Ahsoka’s eyes lit up with competitive energy. “Poker it is. Nothing beats the thrill of a good hand and the adrenaline of a bluff.” She leaned forward, brimming with confidence. “Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you at first. Wouldn’t want to scare you off too soon.”

“Easy on him?” Anakin teased, raising an eyebrow. “Since when has Ahsoka ever gone easy on anyone?” He shot Bubba a warm look. “Just remember, in poker as in life—the best hand isn’t always the winning one.”

“I’ll set up the game then,” Bubba said, already moving to gather the deck. “Also, Jedi—hear me out. With my new mastery over smaller portals, I realized something. I could bring special forces here. And since I can place them back at the exact moment they left… no harm done, right?”

Ahsoka’s expression grew thoughtful, her brow furrowed. “Your point is valid. With that level of control, it’s possible to bring reinforcements without disrupting the time stream. But still… we’d have to be careful.”

“Precisely,” Obi-Wan added, his tone measured. “The nature of your abilities is delicate. We must weigh the benefits against the risks. Unauthorized temporal displacement could have unforeseen consequences.”

Anakin leaned forward, eyes gleaming. “Don’t dismiss it, though. Strategically placed reinforcements could tip the scales in our favor against the Banished. Bubba, your idea has merit.”

Bubba nodded. “I figured the same. That’s why I thought of people whose destinies were already altered by your return. Like… Mace Windu. Or the Bad Batch.”

Ahsoka’s eyes widened. “Mace Windu? The Bad Batch?” She glanced at the others, her voice caught between excitement and uncertainty. “That’s… a lot.”

Obi-Wan stroked his beard, gaze distant. “Their skills would be invaluable. But we must tread carefully, or risk changing the course of their own destinies.”

“That’s why I picked them,” Bubba explained. “Their fates are already rewritten because of your return after this war.”

Ahsoka leaned back, considering his words. “So, if the timeline’s already shifted, adding them wouldn’t break anything further. It would just… realign them to this new future?”

Obi-Wan nodded slowly. “A logical deduction. If the future is already altered, the inclusion of key figures might not change things drastically. More of a… refinement.”

Bubba’s tone softened. “And there’s someone else I want to save. Omega. A female clone the Kaminoans kept secret. She’s the start of their project to create Force-sensitive clones—so Palpatine could move his mind into a new body if he died.”

Anakin’s eyes went wide. “A Force-sensitive clone? That’s… I don’t even know if that’s possible. The Kaminoans are skilled, sure, but this…”

“The implications are staggering,” Obi-Wan said gravely. “The Jedi have always believed the Force chooses its vessels. To engineer one… it twists the very nature of the Force.”

Bubba continued, “She’s not as strong as you guys. Not yet. But without her, the whole project would suffer serious setbacks.”

Anakin leaned back, his voice tight with unease. “If Palpatine’s aiming to exploit her, we can’t ignore it. Omega could change everything—for him, or for us.”

Obi-Wan nodded, though his gaze stayed faraway. “Then perhaps we must intervene. But we must act carefully, Bubba. Interfering with Kamino’s cloning projects may ripple in ways we cannot predict.”

Bubba leaned back in his chair, a sly grin tugging at his lips. “Very well then, I’ll call in that favor with Halsey. She can be Omega’s mentor. Omega’s a protégé scientist and bio-specialist.”

Ahsoka’s smile spread slow, her eyes glinting with approval. “Well, well. Looks like the Kaminoans are in for a surprise. A mentor like Dr. Halsey could be exactly what Omega needs to guide her in a more… beneficial direction.”

Obi-Wan chuckled softly, eyes twinkling. “A clever move, Guardian. Halsey’s expertise could prove invaluable—helping Omega understand her abilities, and perhaps steering the Kaminoans away from darker paths.”

Anakin nodded, determination sharpening his features.

Bubba smirked. “Then it’s settled. I’ll confirm with Lasky before teleporting a child onto the Infinity. For now, let’s enjoy poker.”

Anakin grinned, shuffling the deck with a veteran’s ease. “Sounds like a plan. A little friendly competition before the galaxy crushes us again.”

Obi-Wan smiled warmly, folding his hands. “Indeed. A moment of respite is just what we need.”

Ahsoka dealt the first round with a playful smirk. “And may the best player win.”

Bubba eyed Subaru. “Why don’t you start us off? I’ll be the dealer. Hehe, like that, I can’t lose.”

Subaru arched a brow. “Counting your winnings already? Dangerous words, Guardian.”

Emilia and Rem shared a knowing glance, while Beatrice gave a sharp little smile. “Careful. Pride comes before a fall, I suppose. Be prepared to pay for that boast.”

Julius leaned forward, eyes bright. “I certainly hope you live up to that claim. The last thing we need is a sulking loser.”

Bubba glanced at Ratchet. “You know the rules?”

Ratchet grinned wide, optics glinting. “Of course. I’ve played poker across half the multiverse. I know the hierarchy, the bluff, the read—oh, and the sweet thrill of the semi-bluff.”

Bubba laughed. “Good. Then everyone, good luck. Let’s play.”

Subaru tossed a few credits in first, daring. Emilia matched, smiling softly. Rem hesitated but slid her wager in with a delicate hand.

Beatrice arrived, followed with a dry remark, Julius with a mischievous glint.

The night stretched long, laughter mixing with the shuffle of cards and clink of chips. Ahsoka, Rem, and Julius raked in winnings, while Subaru’s pile dwindled to nothing.

Finally, as exhaustion settled over them, Subaru slumped back with a sigh. “I’m thoroughly impressed. You’ve all got sharper skills than I expected.”

Emilia patted his shoulder kindly. “Don’t be too hard on yourself. Everyone has an off night.” She turned to Bubba with a smile. “I’m impressed, Guardian. Not often we see you relax like this.”

Rem nodded in agreement. “Your skills here are nearly as sharp as your combat instincts.”

Bubba smirked. “Well, you know what they say—”

But his voice shifted suddenly, rising into a sing-song lilt. “They say that in every game, there’s a wild card!”

The table froze as his hands gestured flamboyantly, a grin spreading across his face.

Subaru blinked. “Wait… is that—?”

Ahsoka’s eyes widened with recognition. “Matcha? The other personality?”

Obi-Wan inclined his head thoughtfully. “I must admit, I have little experience with such matters.”
Bubba—or rather, Matcha—flashed a sly smile. “There’s nothing to worry about, dears. I’ve got a specific alter for games and fun. I thought it’d be better for me to speak. And… I’m sorry about this morning.”

Ahsoka softened. “Matcha, it’s good to see you again. No need to apologize—we understand.”

Obi-Wan nodded, ever the diplomat. “If this alter brings joy, we should embrace it.”

Julius leaned back, smirking. “Well, Matcha, you’ve got flair, that’s for sure. Tell me—do you play poker as well as Bubba?”

Matcha preened dramatically. “Oh, much better, of course! Hehe.” Fingers fluttered in theatrical waves.

Ahsoka chuckled, shaking her head. “You’ve got the competitive spirit. But don’t think we’ll go easy.”

“I’ve been here all along, darling,” Matcha trilled.

Julius smirked wider. “Then prove it. Poker is more than luck—it’s patience, strategy, and the bluff.”

Emilia leaned back, intrigued. “This is refreshing. I look forward to seeing how you play.”

Rem tilted her head, studying. “Your energy is different, Matcha. Playful. Bold.”

Matcha clapped their hands together, eyes glittering. “Well then, one more game before bed. Bubba’s got a busy day ahead—hehe.”

Julius leaned forward, grin sharp. “One more game it is. But don’t expect us to go easy

14.3 Derelicts

Ahsoka smiled, her eyes reflecting a mix of amusement and curiosity. "I think it's safe to say we're all in for one more round. Let's see what you've got, Matcha."

Subaru, having regained his composure, nodded in agreement. "Count me in. I could use a bit of redemption after my last hand."

Emilia dealt the cards with a flourish, her movements graceful and precise. "Here we go, everyone. May the best player win."

The game began. From the very first hand, it was clear that Matcha’s style at the table was nothing like Bubba’s. Where Bubba was steady, quiet, and calculating, Matcha was flamboyant—every card played with a flourish, every raise accompanied by a dramatic declaration. They leaned into their performance with sweeping gestures, exaggerated sighs, and a theatrical confidence that somehow kept pace with even the sharpest players.

The table grew louder with laughter and groans until finally, a particularly tense round left Matcha staring down Ahsoka in a showdown.

"Oh my, Ahsoka! You’re so fierce, darling!" Matcha trilled, eyes flashing with dramatic glee. "But I think I’ve got you beat this time!" With a flourish, they slapped down their cards. "A full house! Can you top that, my dear?"

Ahsoka narrowed her eyes, a knowing smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. Slowly, she revealed her hand—a flush. "A flush, I believe, beats a full house. But it was a thrilling round, nonetheless."

The table erupted with laughter, groans, and cheers. Julius leaned back in his chair, clapping his hands. "Well played, both of you. That was a round to remember."

Matcha laughed, tossing their hair back dramatically. "I look just as good losing, heh."

Emilia shook her head, grinning. "You certainly do, Matcha. Your enthusiasm is infectious."

Rem, who had been quietly watching, finally spoke. "Your energy is truly unique, Matcha. It’s like a breath of fresh air. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a game this lively."

Even Subaru, still smarting from his own losses, chuckled. "I have to admit, Matcha, you’ve made this game far more entertaining than I expected. I think I might need to up my game next time."

Matcha leaned back, hands laced behind their head, the smile softening into something quieter.

“Well, it’s nice to enjoy life again. I guess I’m finally ready to return after… well, after a while, we’ll say.”

The shift in tone pulled the table into a hush. Ahsoka leaned forward, concern and understanding glimmering in her eyes. “Bubba… I know this hasn’t been easy for you. But I’m glad to see you enjoying yourself again. You deserve moments like this—happiness, lightness, even in the midst of everything we face.”

Emilia nodded gently. "She’s right, Matcha. It’s important to find joy, no matter how fleeting it feels. Just being here, laughing with us… that’s strength."

Julius tilted his head, his tone pragmatic but warm. "Adaptability like yours is rare, Matcha. To find joy where others would only see hardship—it’s admirable."

Matcha flicked their wrist with mock arrogance. "It’s finally a life worth living, I suppose. Bubba might even deserve a little credit. A smidgen, perhaps. I didn’t expect him to, and that whole portal thing wasn’t his fault. But he’s navigated it well. Didn’t you guys steal a Wraith, Subaru? Even I can admit that’s awesome."

Subaru’s face lit up with pride. "That’s right, Matcha! We did steal a Wraith. Quite the adventure. Though honestly, Bubba’s quick thinking made it possible. He’s come a long way since then."

Emilia nodded, her voice warm. "He really has. From that first encounter with the Banished to now leading an intergalactic alliance. It’s incredible growth."

Ahsoka, her voice softer, added, "Bubba has come so far. I’ve watched him grow from a troubled Guardian into someone who inspires unity across universes. That doesn’t happen by accident. It’s his strength… and the people who stood by him."

Ratchet leaned forward, curiosity written across his features. "Matcha, forgive me, but… how does it work exactly? I’ve never heard of this before."

The table stilled. Matcha’s grin wavered. "It’s complicated, Ratchet. I’m not even sure Mew wants me to explain. But for me… it’s like save states in a game. When I can’t keep going, I start a new save. Or I return to an old one with a new perspective—like Bubba here did."

Ahsoka frowned slightly. "Save states? I’m not sure I follow. Could you explain a bit more? I want to understand what you’re living with."

Matcha’s eyes flicked around the table before settling. "Imagine playing a video game, and you hit a wall. You can’t progress. So you save your progress, and you start again—but this time, you’ve got all the experience from before."

Subaru leaned forward, fascinated. "So each of your personalities is like a different save file. But… what does it mean when you can’t continue?"

Matcha looked down, their smile faltering. "Have you ever wanted to give up? On life?"

The table fell quiet. Subaru’s voice dropped, soft but certain. "Yes. I have. But I always found a way to keep going, even when it felt impossible."

Matcha’s voice was raw when they answered. "I’ve faced the impossible. My identity ties itself to people, to places… and when those break, I break. We’ve given up before, more than once."

Emilia reached across the table, laying her hand gently over Matcha’s. "I can only imagine how painful that must have been. To lose yourself like that… I’m sorry you had to live through it."

Matcha blinked quickly, forcing a wobbly smile through the shimmer in their eyes. "It’s okay. I’m stronger now, because of Bubba—and all of you. But sometimes it’s hard to remember that. Sometimes I feel like I’m just a save state. That my life could end in a moment, and I’d wake up to see someone else living the new file. I think that’s what happened yesterday when I blacked out."

Anakin cleared his throat. "Matcha, forgive me, but you don’t strike me as someone who gives up. I’ve never seen you abandon a goal, a person, or a mission."

Surprise flickered in Matcha’s expression before soft gratitude replaced it. "Thank you, Anakin. That means a lot, coming from you. I… I don’t know if I deserve the credit, but I appreciate it."

Ahsoka nodded firmly. "He’s right. You’ve faced things that would’ve crushed anyone else, and you’re still here. Stronger, even. That’s not weakness, Matcha. That’s resilience."

Matcha exhaled shakily, their voice lowering. "Yeah, that’s the thing. I tried just as hard back then as I do now and I failed all the same. My partner…" They bit their lip, Mew shaking their head in warning. Matcha stopped.

Ahsoka gently rested her hand on Matcha’s arm. "You don’t have to share if you’re not ready. But remember, your past doesn’t define you. What matters is what you’ve built since, and where you’re going."

Subaru finally spoke, quiet but steady. "Matcha, I know we haven’t known each other long. But I can tell—you’ve got a survivor’s spirit. And that’s worth being proud of."

Julius inclined his head. "Subaru’s right."

Bubba’s voice was soft but steady. “My past does define me. I am a past... thing. A group of memories and desires from a time I can’t return to or fix. But I can also let go and evolve, like Bubba. It depends on what broke my alter. Me and Three… we had it bad last time. I didn’t think we would make it.”

Ahsoka’s face darkened, her hand tightening slightly on Bubba’s arm. “I’m so sorry, Matcha. I can’t even imagine the pain you’ve been through. But you’re here now, and that’s what matters. You’ve survived, and you’re still fighting.”

Emilia’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears, her voice trembling with sincerity. “Matcha, you’re not just a collection of memories. You’re a person—a strong, resilient person who has overcome so much. Don’t let your past define you as something broken or unworthy. You’re so much more than that.”

Subaru nodded in agreement, his jaw set. “She’s right.”

Obi-Wan leaned forward, his years of wisdom lending his words a steady gravity. “The strength to survive and move forward is not about what happens to you, but how you respond to it. You, Matcha, have shown remarkable resilience in the face of adversity. Your journey may have been painful, but it has also shaped you into who you are now—a person of depth, compassion, and clarity about what truly matters.” His tone was calm but carried weight, and the silence that followed seemed to hum with quiet reverence.

Ahsoka’s hand remained on Bubba’s arm, grounding. Her voice was firm but tender. “Master Obi-Wan speaks truth, Matcha. Your experiences gave you a perspective and strength few others could even understand. And we’re here for you. Always.”

Bubba gave a wry smile, though his eyes were distant. “I think Anakin and Subaru know that there are some fates worse than death. I’m lucky Bubba wanted to start again, or we wouldn’t be here.”

A heavy silence pressed over the table, broken only by Anakin’s quiet inhale. His expression tightened, a haunted shadow crossing his face. “I know exactly what you mean, Matcha. I’ve seen fates so terrible that death would have been a mercy. The things I’ve witnessed, the things I’ve endured—they don’t fade. They live inside you. They change you.”

Subaru’s eyes darkened, his voice low but firm. “You’re right, Matcha. Some experiences leave scars far deeper than anything visible. I’m just glad you found a way back, even if the path was brutal. Your strength, it inspires me.” He placed a hand firmly on Bubba’s shoulder, anchoring him in the moment.

Bubba straightened slightly, trying for levity. “Well guys, thank you again. I really enjoyed the card games, the company, and the advice. Remember Bubba’s Guardian Code thing if you can. We’ll definitely need help with it. Maybe I’ll run it by Isabel later.”

Ahsoka’s warm smile returned, her voice soft but resolute. “Of course, Matcha. Bubba’s Guardian Code is noble work. I’m sure Isabel would be more than willing to help—she always has been.”

Subaru nodded quickly, determination sharpening his features. “I’ll keep the code in mind. It’s worth supporting, and if you ever need me, I’ll be there.”

Julius leaned forward, eyes glinting with interest. “I admit, I’m intrigued by this code of yours.”

Bubba gave a faint shrug. “Any ideas or help with it would be awesome. But I hope you all don’t mind if I call it a night. I’ve got a lot tomorrow.”

“I have to agree, it’s late,” Ahsoka said with a soft yawn. The other Jedi nodded in agreement, chairs scraping as the table began to disperse.

Ahsoka walked Bubba back to his room, her hand lightly intertwined with his. At his door, she turned, her smile gentle and touched with affection. “Get some rest, Matcha. Today was a lot—for your heart as much as your body. I’m proud of you for opening up.”

Leaning against the doorframe, Bubba gave her a tired but grateful smile. “Thank you, Ahsoka. Your support means everything to me. I don’t know what I’d do without you and the others.” He reached up, brushing her montrals, his touch featherlight.

“I don’t want to push things,” Bubba admitted softly, “but if you wanna cuddle tonight… let me know. I’m scared I’ll have bad thoughts for hours.”

Her eyes softened immediately, full of understanding. “Of course, Matcha. Let’s get you inside and comfortable.” She guided him into the dimly lit room, her presence steady and warm against the shadows of his mind.

As Bubba sat on the edge of the bed, Ahsoka looked around with quiet curiosity. “This place feels like you, Matcha. It’s warm and inviting. Like you.” She sat beside him, wrapping an arm gently around his shoulders, her presence a balm against the frayed edges of his thoughts.

Her forehead rested lightly against his, her voice hushed. “I know the weight of your past feels impossible sometimes. But remember, you’re not alone. Not anymore. I’m here. And so are they. We all care about you.”

Her fingers slid into his, steady and sure. “Cuddling sounds perfect. Let me be here for you. Let me chase away those shadows with you.”

Ahsoka leaned back into the pillows, patting the space beside her. Bubba lay down, their faces close, eyes locked.

Her hand cupped his cheek, thumb brushing his skin. “Matcha, you don’t have to be alone. Not ever again. You have a family now. And me.” She paused, a shy smile tugging her lips. “Can I kiss you?”

Bubba answered with action, pressing his lips to hers in a passionate kiss, his arms drawing her close. When they parted, breathless, he whispered, “Ahsoka, can we talk?”

She nodded instantly, adjusting to face him more directly, her hand never leaving his. “Of course. Anything.”

The room was quiet but alive with the ship’s hum and the rustle of blankets. Bubba’s voice was low, edged with hesitation. “When I can, I plan to give my alters their own android bodies. I want to portal people I love out of bad situations. You’re welcome to have more than one of me, heh. But… Matcha and Three made a promise. To someone special. Someone who’s gone now.”

Ahsoka's brow furrowed in concern, and she squeezed Bubba's hand reassuringly as she listened intently. "Matcha, I understand the desire for your alters to have their own bodies, their own autonomy. It's a beautiful and caring gesture. I'm sure Bubba and the others would deeply appreciate that thoughtfulness."

Her expression softened as she noticed his playful reference to her possibly having multiple 'Matchas' available. "That would certainly be a unique situation. I can imagine the adventures and conversations we might have with an entire team of you." Ahsoka smiled warmly before her focus returned to his more serious declaration.

Her hand moved to cup his cheek, and she looked at him with understanding and compassion. "As for the promise, I'm so sorry for your loss, Matcha. I can't imagine the pain that must have caused. But I want you to know that your dedication to keeping that promise is admirable. It shows the depth of your character, the strength of your bonds, and the loyalty you're capable of."

She gently wiped a tear from his cheek with her thumb, her touch delicate and caring. "I'm here for you, in whatever way you need. We can honor that person's memory together, find ways to make their promise come true. Whatever it takes, I'll support you fully."

"I have to go back in time with a portal and save her with the medical tech from these factions. I miss her, Ahsoka," Matcha said, his voice thick with emotion.

Ahsoka pulled him into a comforting embrace, holding him close as he expressed his pain and loss. She stroked his back gently, murmuring soothing words. "Oh, Matcha, I'm so sorry. I know the pain of losing someone who means so much to you. Time travel is risky, but I understand your desire to try and save her."

She pulled back slightly, cupping his face with both hands. "If you want to attempt it, I'll help you prepare. We'll gather all the medical knowledge we can from these advanced civilizations. But you have to promise me you'll be careful. We can't risk losing you, too."

"Hehe," Matcha replied, a tearful chuckle escaping him. "Sure, I'll just grab her and pull her out, hehe. Bubba has something special with you, so I'll wait till we have separate bodies. Not all of me will want to be alone or with her. So you'll have a handful for a time, hehe."

Ahsoka smiled softly, understanding the playful quip even in the midst of his emotional turmoil. She squeezed his hand gently, offering a comforting touch as she responded. "A handful, huh? I guess I'll just have to find creative ways to keep you all entertained, won't I?" She winked playfully, trying to lighten the mood a bit. "In all seriousness though, I appreciate your respect for Bubba's special connection with me. It means a lot to know that even in your different forms, you're thoughtful about boundaries and relationships."

"I'm glad my promise is okay with you. I can relax now. Maybe 3 can return soon," he said, the tension in his voice easing.

Ahsoka smiled gently, her eyes reflecting a mix of understanding and relief. "Of course, Matcha. Your promise is more than okay with me. It's a testament to your heart and your commitment. I'm here to support you, no matter what you need to do. You can relax, knowing that you have my full support." She took a deep breath, her voice steady and reassuring. "And I'm sure 3 will return when the time is right. Until then, let's focus on what we can do now. We have a mission, and we have each other. That's what matters most."

"Okay... then I'm ready to sleep if you are. Thanks, Ahsoka," he said.

Ahsoka's face settled into a warm, gentle smile at his words, and she extended her hand, intertwining it with his. "Of course, Matcha. I'm right here with you. Let's get some much-needed sleep."

The partners embraced in bed as they drifted into a deep sleep. The next morning, Bubba woke up in his room, Ahsoka still sleeping beside him. He carefully extracted himself from the bed, trying not to wake her. The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow across the room. As he stretched, he noticed a message notification on his holopad. It was from Isabel, requesting his presence at the bridge as soon as possible. The message was marked urgent.

Bubba woke Ahsoka gently, rubbing her arm with his hand. The other personality had seemingly slipped away as Ahsoka stirred from her peaceful slumber.

"Babe, I have to meet the Admiral. See you later, though. Thanks again, for everything. Really appreciate it, Ahsoka. You're one in a million," Bubba said with a gentle, warm smile on his face, his voice deep and reassuring.

Ahsoka slowly blinked awake, yawning softly and rubbing her eyes as she peered up at him, a sleepy and contented grin spreading across her lovely features. Her hand reached out to caress his cheek lovingly. "It's no trouble, Bubba."

"I'd love to stay," Bubba said. "But it's training today and game day tomorrow. See you later today, stay safe, dove."

Ahsoka smiled softly, her fingers lingering on his cheek before she pulled her hand away. "I understand, Bubba. Duty calls, and I know how important your training is. Just promise me you'll be careful, okay? I don't want to worry about you out there." She sat up, the sheets pooling around her waist as she leaned in to give him a tender kiss. "I'll be here when you get back. Stay safe, and remember, I'm always just a thought away if you need me."

Bubba nodded, returning the kiss with a gentle press of his lips to hers. "I will. I promise. See you later, dove."

He headed to the bridge, where Admiral Lasky was waiting. Admiral Lasky was waiting on the bridge, his face stern as he addressed Bubba. "Bubba, we've gotten the footage of the derelict ships from the Ghost. They worked over time yesterday. Don't worry, they were well compensated. Now it's time for you to attempt to move the derelict ships elsewhere with a portal." Admiral Lasky's eyes narrowed as he studied the holographic display, the derelict ship's schematics rotating slowly before him. "Bubba, I need you to focus. This is a critical mission. We can't afford any mistakes."

He turned to face him directly, his gaze intense and unwavering. "I know you've been through a lot lately, with the Banished and your... unique situation. But right now, I need the best of you. Can you do that for me?" Lasky's voice was firm but not unkind, a hint of concern underlying his words.

Bubba replied, "I'm feeling like a million bucks. Let's do this. Ratchet gave me a portal upgrade and I did more training. Show me where you want the derelict ships and I'll move them."

Admiral Lasky's stern expression softened slightly at Bubba's response, a glimmer of approval in his eyes. He nodded, turning back to the holographic display. "Very well, Bubba. That's the spirit I needed to see." He gestured to the rotating schematics, zooming in on specific coordinates. "We need to move these two derelict ships to each other's location. That way the Banished have a much smaller chance of noticing."

"Understood, Admiral. I'll make it happen," Bubba replied. He stepped up to the holographic display, studying the coordinates intently. With a deep breath, he focused his energy, feeling the familiar tingle of his portal ability building within him. His eyes glowed with an ethereal light as he concentrated, the air around him shimmering with barely contained power.

The stabilizing power cell Ratchet had given him made the process easier as Bubba spun up a portal at the first derelict ship. A massive maw widened to over a kilometer across. Admiral Lasky watched in awe as the portal materialized, the edges flickering with an otherworldly energy. He could feel the power emanating from Bubba, a palpable force that sent a shiver down his spine. The portal stabilized, hovering in midair like a gateway to another realm.

"That's it, Bubba. Keep it steady," Lasky encouraged, his voice barely above a whisper. He leaned in closer, studying the portal's intricacies with a mix of fascination and trepidation. "We're going to need to work on a more efficient way to create these portals. This much energy is bound to attract unwanted attention."

Bubba took a breath and used his Force-like power to send the energy in a dispersed manner, lowering the scanning threshold.

Admiral Lasky's eyes widened as he witnessed the subtle shift in approach. The energy around the portal fluctuated, becoming more controlled and less conspicuous. "That's impressive, Bubba. You've found a way to lower our scanning signature."

The portal hummed with a more contained energy, its edges no longer flickering so violently. Bubba maintained the portal for several long minutes, as the lumbering derelict slowly moved through. The derelict ship groaned and creaked as it began to move through the portal, its massive form disappearing into the swirling vortex one section at a time. Admiral Lasky watched in silence, his eyes fixed on the spectacle before him. The bridge crew worked in synchronized efficiency, monitoring the portal's stability and the ship's progress.

"Okay, Bubba, now to replace it with ship two. Can you handle it?" Lasky asked with trepidation.

Bubba nodded, a determined look in his eyes. "I've got this, Admiral. Let's do it." He turned his focus to the second set of coordinates, taking a deep breath to center himself. The energy around him pulsed, and the air shimmered as he began to weave the fabric of reality once more.
The second portal materialized, its edges flickering briefly before stabilizing into a steady, controlled vortex. The derelict ship at the new coordinates began to move, its massive form lumbering towards the portal. Bubba maintained the portal, his eyes locked onto the ship as it disappeared into the swirling void.

Admiral Lasky watched, his expression a mix of awe and relief. The portal was successfully maintaining stability as the massive ship passed through, the vortex distorting its already dilapidated frame. As the ship emerged on the other side, Admiral Lasky nodded with satisfaction.

"Excellent work, Bubba. We'll need to run some diagnostics on both portals once they've finished moving, but from what I can tell, your modification to the power distribution was spot-on." He paused, his eyes still fixed on the holographic display. "We might have just found a way to make your portals much less conspicuous to our enemies."

Bubba breathed heavily and took a rest on a console, worn out from the experience.

Admiral Lasky noticed his exhaustion and approached him with concern. "Bubba, are you alright? That was an incredible feat, but I can see it took a lot out of you." He placed a hand on his shoulder, his expression one of genuine care.

Bubba straightened up from the console, breathing heavily but with a determined glint in his eyes. "You bet I'm alright. This means that tomorrow I can perform Operation Coin Flip. With the temple planetside, I can hold the portals open longer."

Admiral Lasky regarded him with a mix of concern and admiration, his hand still resting on his shoulder. "I appreciate your determination, Bubba, but I'm worried about pushing yourself too hard. These abilities of yours... they take a tremendous toll, physically and mentally. We need you at your best for the battles to come."

He paused, considering his words carefully. "The importance of this operation can't be understated. It may be our first big win leading to victory. The Banished still control a dozen spires, and if your hunch is correct, we may be facing the Prometheans soon as well." Admiral Lasky's voice dropped to a more somber tone. "We need to be cautious, Bubba. The Banished are formidable, and the Prometheans... they're a force we've only begun to understand. We can't afford to underestimate them, or worse, lose you in the process."

He stepped back, his hand falling from Bubba's shoulder. "You've proven yourself more than capable, but remember, you're not just a weapon. You're a leader, a friend, and a vital part of this alliance. We need you to stay strong, both in body and mind. With that being said, great work! And nice new armor. I heard you spared with the Arbiter; that must have been surreal for you. I gotta say, some of my Spartan-4s are a bit jealous on both counts."

"Hehe," Bubba said. "I also got some upgrades from Ratchet. I highly suggest him to you guys for R&D. He's as good as a Huragok."

Admiral Lasky raised an eyebrow, interest sparking across his face. "Ratchet? The Lombax engineer? You're saying he's as skilled as a Forerunner bio-construct? Now that's intriguing." He began to pace slightly, his mind visibly working. "We could certainly use his expertise on the Infinity, especially with all the Forerunner technology we're dealing with."

He stopped and turned to face Bubba, his face set with a serious mien. "But Bubba, I need you to understand that bringing him into our operations... it's not as simple as that. We can't just trust anyone with this level of military intelligence, especially now that the Banished are more active. If they found out..."

"That makes sense," Bubba said. "Maybe let him tinker with old armor and see if he comes up with anything useful?"

Admiral Lasky considered the suggestion, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "That's a reasonable compromise, Bubba. We can certainly have him take a look at some of our older tech, see if he can't work his engineering magic on it. It would be a good way to gauge his capabilities and see how he handles classified information."

He stepped closer, his voice lowering slightly. "I'll talk to the Admiralty, see if we can't bring him on as a consultant. It would have to be on a strictly need-to-know basis, of course, but if he can help us get a leg up on the Banished, it might just be worth the risk."

"Well, Admiral, permission to leave the bridge?" Bubba asked.

Admiral Lasky nodded, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Permission granted, Bubba. Get some rest; you've certainly earned it. We'll be in touch about the details of Operation Coin Flip. And do keep an eye out for any... unusual occurrences, alright? Your instincts have served us well so far."

He paused, his expression turning more serious. "Just... be careful out there, Bubba. I know you're tough as nails, but the Banished... they're not to be trifled with. Keep your head on a swivel and watch each other's backs. The Banished will stop at nothing to crush the UNSC and our fragile coalition."

"Aye, sir," Bubba said, snapping a quick salute. He felt a flicker of appreciation for the Admiral's care and concern amidst the looming gravity of their shared burden. His gaze drifted across the bridge, taking in the bustle of the crew at their stations, each of them vital cogs in this intricate machine of resistance.

Turning on his heel, he made his way out of the bridge with purposeful strides. The Admiral's words lingered in his mind—the reminder to be vigilant, to cherish his comrades, and to keep them close. The specter of the Banished lurked ever present, a reminder of the cost should their defenses crack.

Stepping onto the elevator, Bubba punched in his destination. "Dr. Troi's office, please. I have an appointment," he said.

The elevator's AI chirped a soft acknowledgment as it smoothly descended several decks. Bubba's mind drifted to the upcoming session, considering the challenges that lay ahead—both internal and external. As he approached Dr. Troi's office, he found the door ajar. Soft classical music seeped out, creating an atmosphere of calm that stood in sharp contrast to the bustle of the ship's corridors.

Chapter Text

15.1 Therapy before the storm

Bubba requested, "Dr. Trois office please, I have an appointment."

The elevator's AI chirped a soft acknowledgement as it smoothly descended several decks. His mind drifted to the upcoming session, a low hum of anxiety mixing with determination as he considered the challenges that lay ahead—both internal and external. As he approached Dr. Troi's office, he found the door ajar. Soft classical music seeped out, creating an atmosphere of calm that stood in sharp contrast to the bustle of the ship's corridors.

Through the doorway, he saw Dr. Troi at her desk, absorbed in what appeared to be a report. She glanced up, recognition and a gentle smile crossing her features. "Bubba, please come in. I'm glad you could make it. How are you feeling after the portal exercises?"

Bubba said, "Much better. It looks like we'll be able to at least properly attempt the operation. My alter Matcha has decided to help with things as well. I made up with Ahsoka and my friends and we all played cards. Oh, I'm making a code for those who will guard the multiverse with me. So if you have any ideas let me know." He felt a surge of pride as he laid out his progress, the pieces finally starting to come together.

Dr. Troi leaned forward slightly, a keen interest kindling in her eyes as he detailed his recent interactions. "That's excellent news!" she said, "and it warms my heart to hear you and Matcha are getting back on your feet. Reconnection and teamwork can be the key to surmounting any obstacle." A soft, sympathetic smile accompanied her words, reflecting an understanding of the intricacies and challenges that accompanied living with his conditions.

"And Ahsoka and the others? They continue to be steadfast pillars in your life," Dr. Troi observed with an approving nod. "Having that network, that support... it's invaluable."

Bubba said, "Indeed, I spoke to Ahsoka about a past promise and why I got a new host last time and it was nice." The memory brought a genuine, relaxed smile to his face.

Dr. Troi's professional demeanor softened, a depth of understanding reflected in her gaze. "It's commendable that you've been open with Ahsoka about your history, Bubba. Trust is a crucial building block in any relationship, especially given the unique nature of your condition and experiences." She paused, her fingers steepling thoughtfully.

"That said, it's important to remember that while honesty is paramount, you can't be expected to carry the full burden of all your past selves' actions. The person you are now isn't responsible for what others may have done, just as they're not responsible for your choices."

Bubba said, "I always hold us responsible. I mean, someone has to be. I can't skirt around my duties with excuses. But I also agree that I shouldn't be chained to the past. I forgive myself and am moving forward." The declaration was firm, a hard-won conclusion he deeply believed in.

Dr. Troi's expression softened with genuine warmth and admiration. "Your capacity for self-reflection and your commitment to personal growth are truly commendable, Bubba. Holding yourself accountable is noble, but so is recognizing when to let go of the past and focus on the present and future. You're forging your own path, and that takes immense courage."

She leaned back slightly, her eyes thoughtful. "As for your idea of a code, I think it's a brilliant concept. A shared set of principles and values can provide a unifying framework, a north star to guide your collective efforts."

Bubba said, "Would you mind asking your crew for ideas for the code? It's important to me, and well, the multiverse haha." He chuckled at his own slight stumble, the grandness of the statement not lost on him.

Dr. Troi's face lit up with enthusiasm at his request. "Of course, I'd be more than happy to gather input from the crew. I think it's a wonderful idea to involve as many perspectives as possible in crafting this code." She reached for a notepad, jotting down a few quick notes.

"Perhaps we could organize a small focus group - a cross-section of the ship's personnel, representing different departments and backgrounds. That way, we can ensure the code reflects the diverse needs and perspectives of our intergalactic alliance." She paused, a thoughtful expression crossing her features. "And you're right, the stakes couldn't be higher."

Bubba said, "Isabel! Could we ask all the admirals for focus groups? And their input? I'm curious as to what Cutter and Thrawn think, as well as everyone else." The idea excited him, and he was eager to cast the widest net possible.

Isabel's hologram appeared. "I will send it their way Bubba. I love the initiative! I'll reach out to Admirals Lasky, Cutter, and Thrawn immediately. I'm certain they'll all have valuable insights to contribute."

Isabel's eyes gleamed with anticipation. "This code of yours is shaping up to be a real game-changer. The fact that you're not just focusing on yourself, but rallying everyone around a shared purpose? That's true leadership." Her holographic image flickered momentarily before stabilizing again. "I'll make sure to include everyone - the science and engineering divisions, the security teams, and even the civilian personnel. Diversity in thought is what we need to build something truly comprehensive and robust."

Bubba said, "Thanks friend! Dr Troi, I don't know what else to say. What should we discuss therapy wise?" He settled back into his chair, the productive tangent leaving him feeling positive and open.

Dr. Troi's professional demeanor softened, a depth of understanding reflected in her gaze. "First, I want to commend you on your initiative with the code, Bubba. It's a significant step towards fostering unity and shared purpose across our multiverse." She paused, her fingers steepling thoughtfully.

"In terms of therapy, I believe it would be beneficial to explore further the concept of identity and how it relates to you and your alters. As you mentioned earlier, you feel a strong sense of responsibility for all of your selves, both past and present. While I commend your integrity, I want to ensure that we're also acknowledging the uniqueness of each individual personality."

She leaned forward slightly, her expression warm yet professional. "Perhaps we could spend some time in our sessions examining the boundaries between your alters and yourself. I want to help you develop a deeper understanding of your own identity separate from theirs, while still honoring the connections and experiences you share."
She jotted down a few notes on her notepad.

"Well I wouldn't know where to start. We get along pretty great right now. A few of us just don't want to be present. Nor could all 20 of us," Bubba explained, trying to articulate the complex, peaceful coexistence in his mind.

Dr. Troi nodded understandingly, a gentle smile on her face. "I appreciate your candor, Bubba. It's a significant milestone that you and your alters have found a measure of harmony and cooperation. However, it's also important to acknowledge that every individual, even within the same psyche, has unique needs, desires, and boundaries."

She leaned back in her chair, her eyes thoughtful. "As for the alters who don't wish to be present, I think it's crucial to respect their wishes. They are, after all, a part of you, and their feelings matter. Perhaps we could explore ways to honor their presence without overwhelming your current self."

She paused, considering her next words carefully. "One approach might be to create a safe space within your mind where each alter can retreat when they need to. A sanctuary, if you will, where they can rest and recharge without feeling pressured to engage with the world outside. This could be a physical space, a mental construct, or even a metaphorical concept that resonates with each of them."

She continued, "Additionally, we could work on developing a system of communication between you and your alters. A way for them to express their needs and desires without overwhelming your current self. This could be as simple as a mental signal or a specific thought pattern that you both recognize." Dr. Troi's eyes sparkled with a mix of empathy and curiosity.

"Ok, I'll use the holodeck! We didn't have those in my time!" Bubba's face lit up with sudden inspiration, the advanced technology offering a perfect solution.

Dr. Troi smiled warmly at his enthusiasm. "I'm glad you're open to exploring new tools and techniques, Bubba. The holodeck can indeed be a powerful resource for therapeutic role-playing and simulation."

She leaned forward, her expression thoughtful. "Perhaps we could use the holodeck to create a safe, controlled environment where you and your alters can interact and negotiate their needs and boundaries. We could even invite some of your alters to join us in the simulation, allowing them to express themselves in a way that feels comfortable and safe." Her eyes gleamed with a mix of professionalism and intrigue.

"Could it simulate us each having a body?" he asked, the idea sparking a new level of excitement.

Dr. Troi considered the suggestion thoughtfully. "That's an interesting and potentially powerful approach, Bubba. Having each alter represented as a distinct physical form could certainly facilitate communication and negotiation."

She tapped her notepad, brow furrowing slightly. "However, we'd need to be mindful of the psychological implications. Some alters may prefer to remain in their current 'embodied' form, while others might find it helpful to experience their physicality separate from your primary consciousness."

Leaning back in her chair, her gaze held steady. "I believe we'd have to carefully craft the simulation, ensuring that the avatars for your alters aren't too vivid or lifelike."

"Oh but that's what I'm looking for. This was already a dream of mine. We want to have separate android bodies and a shared at will memory bank. This could let us test that as well as what you said." His voice reached a high pitch as Matcha spoke through him, their shared excitement becoming palpable.

Dr. Troi's face registered surprise at the vocal shift, but she quickly composed herself, maintaining her professional demeanor. "I see. Well, that's certainly an ambitious and forward-thinking goal, Matcha. I'm glad to hear that you and Bubba are working towards a shared vision for your future."

She leaned forward, her pen poised over her notepad. "Could you elaborate on how you envision this shared memory bank working? And how do you plan to integrate multiple android bodies into your daily life and identity management?" Her eyes sparkled with professional curiosity.

"Simple! We can live in a mansion with our friends and family. And the memory will be something accessible, not mandatory," Matcha explained through Bubba, the plan seeming so obvious and perfect to them.

Dr. Troi nodded thoughtfully, her pen moving across her notepad. "That's an interesting approach to memory sharing, Matcha. It sounds like you're prioritizing individual autonomy while still maintaining a sense of connection and shared history."

She paused, considering her next words carefully. "However, I'm concerned about the potential for emotional overwhelm. Having access to such a vast pool of memories, even if voluntary, could be incredibly intense. We'd need to establish clear boundaries and safeguards to prevent information overload or emotional distress." Her eyes met his, her gaze intense. "Have you considered how this system might impact your relationships with others?"

"Yes, Ahsoka might get multiple boyfriends hehe. Also, there are long lived beings with great memory and they are fine. Your crew has met some. So I'm confident on that. Besides, I could just make the memories fade like real life," they replied, the tone a blend of Bubba's resolve and Matcha's playful confidence.

Dr. Troi's eyes widened slightly at the mention of Ahsoka potentially having multiple boyfriends, but she quickly regained her composure. "I see. Well, I suppose that's a personal matter for Ahsoka to navigate. My primary concern is ensuring that this memory sharing system doesn't cause undue distress or conflict among your alters."

She tapped her pen against her notepad, her brow furrowed in thought. "As for the long-lived beings you mentioned, it's true that they may have developed coping mechanisms over time. However, every individual is unique, and what works for one may not necessarily work for another."

Leaning forward, her gaze became intense. "You still need to develop the mental muscles for managing such complex emotional and cognitive loads, especially considering the unique challenges that come with your Dissociative Identity Disorder. The key will be striking a balance between connection and healthy boundaries."

"Regarding your ability to control the fading of memories, we'd need to be very cautious about how you implement this system. Unconscious or selective blocking of memories is a common defense mechanism for alters, and it can lead to significant emotional issues if not addressed carefully."

She adjusted her position in her seat. "How do you plan to differentiate between voluntary memory sharing and unconscious defense mechanisms in this situation? And, more importantly, how would this affect your overall stability as a system?"

"Ah, each of us would be in charge of our own memory and be able to view the others in the bank. If it's too much we could cut the memories not tied to us. It isn't perfect, but neither is what I have now. It's been my dream for years," they explained, the conviction in their voice underlining years of thought and desire for this specific solution.

Dr. Troi listened intently, her expression softening as she heard the passion in his voice. "I understand that this is a deeply personal goal for you, Matcha, and I appreciate your enthusiasm and vision. It's clear that you've given this a lot of thought."

She set her pen down, giving him her full attention. "Let's break this down into manageable steps. First, we need to ensure that each of your alters has a strong sense of autonomy and control over their own memories. This will be crucial for maintaining emotional and psychological stability."

She leaned back in her chair, her eyes thoughtful. "We can start with small, controlled experiments."

"Like the holodeck," Bubba interjected, connecting the dots instantly.

Dr. Troi's face lit up. "Ah, yes! The holodeck could indeed be a valuable tool for this. We could create a safe, controlled environment where you and your alters can practice memory sharing and management."

She began to write notes on her pad. "We could start with simple scenarios - perhaps a shared experience that multiple alters were present for. Then we could gradually increase the complexity and emotional intensity of the memories."

She paused, considering something. "However, I want to emphasize that this is an experimental approach. We need to be very careful not to overwhelm any of your alters or the system as a whole."

"I'll be ready after the operation doctor. I want to keep healing," he said, his tone resolute, focusing on the immediate goal first.

Dr. Troi nodded approvingly, a warm smile spreading across her face. "I'm glad to hear you're committed to your healing journey, Matcha. That kind of dedication is crucial for your mental health and well-being."

She leaned forward, her words measured and supportive. "Just remember, healing isn't a linear process. There will be setbacks and challenges, but as long as you keep moving forward, even if it's at a slower pace, you'll continue to make progress."

Tapping her pen against her notepad, a thoughtful expression crossed her features. "I'd like to suggest something for you to consider." She leaned forward, her voice soft but insistent. "Have you ever thought about creating a shared journal for your alters? A place where each of you could express your thoughts, feelings, and experiences in a safe, private space?"

Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she continued. "It could be a physical journal or a digital one - whatever works best for your system. The key is that it would be a space dedicated to open, honest communication among all of you."
She leaned back, giving him a moment to process this idea. "Of course, it would need to be voluntary. No one should feel forced to share or participate if they're not ready or don't want to."

"I think a video version might work. I tried Journaling before and it just became a chore list hehe," Matcha admitted with a light, self-aware laugh.
Dr. Troi chuckled softly. "A video journal sounds like an excellent alternative, especially for a more visual thinker like yourself." She tapped her pen thoughtfully. "You could use short, bite-sized video clips, perhaps even use the holodeck to record in different settings for variety."

Leaning forward, her face lit up with an idea. "What if we tied it to specific events or moods? Like, you could record a clip for each time you complete a task that feels significant, or when you feel particularly proud or frustrated. It could be a way to track your progress and process your experiences in real-time." Her smile softened as she continued.

"Perfect! I'll start one on my database. I can write down stuff to video at the end of the day," he said, already mentally cataloging the day's events.

Dr. Troi nodded approvingly. "I'm so glad you're on board with this idea, Matcha. A video journal could be a powerful tool for self-reflection and processing your experiences."
She leaned back in her chair, her expression turning thoughtful. "You know, this could also be a great way to involve your other alters in the healing process, if and when they're ready. They could record their own clips, or even respond to yours in their own words."

She paused, considering something. "Of course, we would need to make sure that any shared journal is a safe and consensual space. Each alter should feel comfortable and respected in their participation."

Tapping her pen against her notepad as a gentle reminder, she added, "Remember, healing is a journey, not a destination. It's okay to take things at your own pace and to set boundaries as needed."

"You got it doc! I'll start today," Matcha declared, filled with newfound purpose.

Dr. Troi's warm smile widened at his enthusiasm. "That's the spirit, Matcha. I'm so glad to see you embracing this new tool for your healing journey."

"I'm glad we had this talk doc. I feel great!" The words were buoyant, effusing genuine relief and optimism.

Dr. Troi beamed with pride at his positive outlook. "I'm thrilled to hear that, Matcha. Remember, healing is a journey and it's important to celebrate the small victories along the way. Your openness and willingness to engage in self-reflection are truly commendable."

She leaned forward, her voice soft but insistent. "I want you to know that I'm always here for you, no matter what. Whether it's to celebrate a triumph or to work through a challenging moment, my door is always open."

"Thanks so much doc, I'll be back tomorrow or the next day," he said, already feeling lighter and more focused than when he'd arrived.

Dr. Troi stood up, extending a hand toward him. "Take care of yourself, Matcha. I look forward to seeing you again soon."

As he left Dr. Troi's office, the calm, purposeful focus from their session was immediately replaced by the sharp, urgent energy of a ship at battle stations. The sense of determination remained, but its target had suddenly shifted from internal healing to external survival. He moved quickly through the now-tense corridors of the Infinity, the nods from allies more curt, their faces set in grim lines.

Reaching his quarters, he barely had time to settle into his chair before a message notification flashed on his HUD—a brief, warm invite to dinner from Ahsoka that now felt like a message from another lifetime. The thought of adding it to a video journal was instantly forgotten as Isabel's hologram flickered to life in a state of rushed panic.

"Guardian, you were right, the Banished and Prometheans are attacking the outpost we were worried about. That Sangheili outpost is a crucial transport hub. Do you think you can carry out your plan to move a ship into the atmosphere? We can't get past their fleet blockade in time."

A surge of adrenaline washed over him as Isabel's hologram flickered, her voice urgent and concerned. The gravity of the situation was immediately apparent, and he knew that swift action was required. He quickly responded, his voice steady and determined.

"Of course, but I haven't seen the outpost like the derelict ships! I'll need to see it by tons of camera footage or up close. The only elite ships I've got a good grasp on is the arbiters as well."

Isabel nodded, her form shimmering with static. "I understand, Guardian. I'll ask Lasky if you should go planet side."

He nodded in understanding, the weight of the situation heavy on his shoulders. "Sounds good, Isabel. I'll await Lasky's orders. In the meantime, I should probably get ready. I have a feeling this is going to be a rough mission."

As her hologram faded, he rose and began gearing up with a practiced, frantic speed. The trusty rifle felt comforting in his hands. He secured his pistol, energy sword, and knife, the routine a small anchor in the rising storm of unease.

"The armor, almost forgot! Let's suit up and get to the hangar."

He strode quickly to the armory, his footsteps echoing in the corridor. The new armor—sleek, futuristic, and intimidating—awaited. Suiting up was a ritual of transformation, each piece locking into place until the helmet sealed with a definitive hiss, the HUD springing to life with mission data, replacing his own concerns with cold, hard parameters.

In the hangar, a UNSC Pelican stood poised for immediate departure, engines already whining. The pilot, a seasoned veteran named Jack, gave a crisp salute as he approached. "Ready for departure, Guardian."

"Thank you pilot! Isabel do we have the green light? Will I have a team?"

"Negative, Guardian. The Banished are monitoring our comms, and we need to keep this quiet. You'll be on your own for now." Isabel's hologram flickered slightly, her words tight. "Jack's got top-secret clearance and knows the plan. He'll drop you as close to the outpost as possible, but you'll need to move fast and stealthily once you land."

The Pelican's engines roared as Jack prepared for takeoff. He secured himself in the co-pilot's seat, fingers drumming a restless rhythm against the armrest.

"Understood, I'll portal back if I get captured." He said as he hopped into the Pelican.

The craft lifted off with a jolt, the hangar doors sliding open to reveal the deadly beauty of the battlefield: the silent fleet and the angry flash of plasma fire. Jack expertly weaved through allied ships, diving toward the enemy blockade.

The ride was violently turbulent, the Pelican shaking as it flew through the chaotic skirmish, plasma streaking past the viewport from all sides. The ship broke through, entering the atmosphere of the Liminal Nexus and bee-lining toward the Sangheili outpost. He gripped the armrest tightly, knuckles white, bracing against the turbulence as the view shifted to the planet's swirling, hostile sky.

"Pretty sure I can jump in this armor pilot, so don't get in too hot, just close to the ground."

Isabel's voice was grim. "Roger that, Guardian. Just remember - you're the best at what you do. Stay frosty out there." Her hologram winked at him before fading out completely.

He gritted his teeth, jaw set with determination as the Pelican descended rapidly, the roar of the engines growing deafening. Jack banked hard to the right, narrowly avoiding a hail of plasma fire from a pursuing Banished Banshee.

"We're getting too much attention, Guardian."

"Are we close? Open the bay door!"

"We're 500 meters from the complex, Guardian. Ready when you are." Jack's voice was strained over the comms as he evaded another barrage. The Pelican banked hard again, and Jack slammed his fist on the release. "Now or never, Guardian!"

The massive bay doors groaned open, revealing a chaotic vista of a war-torn landscape rushing up to meet him. It was a maelstrom of dust, smoke, and debris. Teams of Brutes and grunts rushed into Sangheili lines as Prometheans portaled around them all.

"Jets don't fail me now." He jumped from the Pelican.

15.2 Portal Fall

His jets ignited just in time, the thrust pushing him into an elegant arc before slowly depositing him onto the grassy plains of Liminal Nexus. As he landed, a barrage of Banished plasma fire splintered the ground around him, close enough that the heat singed the air. Through his helmet's sensors, he detected the distinctive signature of multiple Banished ships approaching his position rapidly.

He sprinted into the nearest cover, a series of massive rock outcrops carved by millennia of wind. Behind him, Jack could be heard screaming obscenities over the comms as he struggled to evade the Banished forces, but there was no time to watch as multiple Prometheans were already closing in, their malevolent red eyes fixed upon his position.

"Here goes nothing!" He focused, opening a portal from his location to as close to the base as he could see clearly.

A familiar tingling power surged through him. The air distorted, warping and folding in on itself until a swirling vortex of purple energy appeared. Through it, he could see the Sangheili outpost, a massive structure of steel and glass jutting from the ground, its defensive systems already on high alert.

Before he could fully step through, a Promethean warrior materialized behind a nearby rock formation, its obsidian armor reflecting the harsh sunlight. It fired a barrage of plasma at him, the superheated bolts whizzing past his head as he stumbled backward, the portal destabilizing for a moment.

He tossed a grenade and leaped through the portal with his jets.

The grenade arced through the air. As he leaped, the explosion rocked the area behind him, the shockwave sending the Promethean warrior flying backward. His jets flared, carrying him through the portal just as the blast reached its peak.

He emerged on the other side, stumbling slightly as he landed in a crouch. The outpost's defensive systems immediately locked onto his position, but before they could open fire, a familiar, deep voice rang out: "Hold your fire, brothers! It is the Guardian!"

Reth chuckled deeply, a welcome sound amidst the chaos. "Come, Guardian! There is a room of Forerunner temple artifacts being studied that may guide your summoning!"

Suddenly, Prometheans teleported in with a sharp hiss, their weapons firing against his shields. He ran to the base door with Reth providing covering fire, only to be met with another Promethean already inside.

Reth and he quickly engaged the new threat. Its obsidian armor clashed against their shields as Reth's plasma rifle tore into the creature. They fought back-to-back; the Promethean's movements became more erratic under their relentless assault.

"Keep it up, Guardian!" Reth shouted, his voice a deep rumble over the cacophony of battle. "We need to take it down before more show up!"

He nodded, focusing his energy. His energy sword hummed as it sliced through the air.

The Promethean's armor finally buckled. With a final, desperate lunge, the creature tried to impale him, but he was ready. Their energy swords clashed, locked in a crackling stalemate.

"Now!" Reth roared. He switched his plasma rifle to a higher setting, the weapon humming ominously. "For the Arbiter!" He drove the barrel into the Promethean's exposed underbelly. The point-blank blast sent the creature crashing to the ground, its red eyes flickering out.

He stood over the fallen Promethean, his energy sword still humming softly. "Nice shot," he said to Reth, lowering his weapon.

Reth grunted, a hint of a smile on his face. "And you, Guardian, are a formidable ally. Let's get to that room before more of those abominations show up."

"I'm right behind you," Bubba affirmed.

Reth nodded curtly and strode forward, his heavy boots thudding against the metal floor. Bubba fell into step beside him, his own footfalls nearly silent as his armor adjusted to the terrain.

The hallway stretched before them, lined with reinforced glass panels that offered a view of the surrounding hilly landscape. In the distance, the glint of more Banished vehicles and the unmistakable shimmer of a teleportation portal confirmed the enemy was mobilizing in force.

Reth led him through a series of twisting corridors, his knowledge of the outpost's layout evident. Suddenly, an explosion rocked the structure, the force of it slamming them both against the nearest wall.

"By the Arbiter's honor," Reth cursed, steadying himself. "They are launching a full-scale assault. We need to get to that artifact room now, before they overrun us completely."

The heavy footfalls of Banished troops echoed closer, their harsh guttural shouts filling the corridors. Reth's face grew grim as he checked his rifle. "The Banished never do anything half-heartedly. If they are assaulting now, they know what we are looking for. That means we must move faster than they can."

"Rally the men to my location. I can portal us out after we complete the mission." Bubba's voice was firm, the plan forming even as he spoke. "And Reth," he added, the tone shifting to one of serious camaraderie, "don't you dare ask me to leave you here. Honor can be regained. Lives are lost forever... well," he quipped, the stress bringing out a hint of Matcha's levity, "I do have time travel now. Sort of."

Reth looked at him, his expression a mix of surprise and gratitude. "You have a plan, Guardian. I can see it in your eyes. Let's make it happen." He activated his comms device, barking orders to his men. "All units, rally to my position. We're moving out to the artifact room. Leave no man behind, but do not engage unless necessary. We need to buy the Guardian time to complete his mission."

The sound of distant explosions and the clatter of Banished forces echoed through the corridors, but Reth's voice remained steady and commanding. "You have my word, Guardian. I won't ask you to leave me behind. Together, we'll see this through."

He grabbed a fusion coil. "Let's fill the entrances with these explosives."

Reth nodded approvingly. "A sound strategy. The Banished won't expect us to use their own technology against them." He began placing the first coil at an intersection, his hands moving with practiced efficiency.

They worked in tandem, setting up a series of explosive traps at key points. The fusion coils pulsed with an ominous blue light, a silent promise of destruction. "These will buy us enough time to reach the artifact room and portal out," Reth said, checking his work one final time. "But we need to move quickly. I can hear more Banished approaching from the north corridor."

As they finished setting the last coil, the distant rumble of Banished vehicles grew louder. Reth turned to him, his eyes reflecting the cold, blue glow of the explosives. "We're ready, Guardian. Let's move out."

They sprinted down the corridor, footsteps echoing off the metal walls. The outpost shook with the force of another explosion. Reth led them through a series of sharp turns and narrow passageways, his knowledge of the layout proving invaluable.

They raced through the winding corridors, the air thick with the acrid scent of smoke and the distant boom of explosions. Reth's face was etched with determination.

Suddenly, a group of Banished soldiers rounded a corner, their armor gleaming. Reth reacted instantly, his rifle barking as he fired a barrage of shots. The Banished soldiers returned fire, the corridor erupting in a hail of sparks.

He lobbed a plasma grenade from behind Reth before shielding him and firing.

The grenade soared through the air, detonating amidst the Banished soldiers. The explosion was deafening, bathing the corridor in intense light as superheated plasma consumed the troops. The shockwave hit Reth, but his shield held firm. They both stumbled back from the force but remained standing.

Through the smoke and flames, one Banished soldier staggered to his feet, firing wildly. Reth, undeterred, took aim and fired a single, precise shot. The bullet struck the soldier squarely in the chest, and he crumpled to the ground.

Reth turned to him, a grim smile on his face. "Impressive, Guardian. That grenade was a masterful touch." He kicked the fallen soldier's rifle away. "But we can't linger."
The air was thick with the smell of burnt flesh and melted armor. Through the dissipating smoke, more Banished forces could be heard approaching from multiple directions. Reth grabbed his arm, urgency in his grip. "We need to move now, before they flank us." He gestured down a side corridor.

They sprinted down the new passage, boots leaving scorch marks on the floor. The emergency lighting flickered ominously, casting everything in an eerie red glow. Rounding a corner, they spotted a group of Sangheili warriors holding a defensive position. Reth called out to them, "We need to get to the artifact room! Can you cover our retreat?"

The Sangheili leader nodded grimly. "We'll hold them off as long as we can. Go, Guardian. Finish your mission." He turned to his warriors, barking orders.

The corridor ahead was blocked by a heavy blast door, sealed shut. Reth slammed his fist against the control panel, but the door remained stubbornly closed. "Blast it! This is a priority access door; it won't open from the outside." He turned, desperation in his eyes. "Guardian, can you use your... abilities to open this door? We can't let the Banished get to the artifacts before we do."

Bubba took a deep breath, centering himself. The din of battle echoed from behind them, drawing ever closer. He placed a hand on the cold metal of the blast door, feeling the hum of energy coursing through it.

He used his probability powers to move the lock from the inside.

He didn't force it. He didn't pry. He simply... persuaded reality. He focused on the simple, undeniable fact that the door was meant to be open for them. In his mind's eye, he saw the internal locking mechanism not as a solid, immovable object, but as a collection of particles. He nudged the probability of their alignment, shifting the chance that they would currently be in the "unlocked" position from zero to one hundred percent.

A deep, resonant CLUNK echoed from within the door's mechanism. The status light on the control panel flickered from red to a solid, welcoming green. With a heavy hydraulic hiss, the massive blast door began to retract into the ceiling, revealing the dimly lit artifact room beyond.

Reth stared, his mandibles slightly agape for a second before he snapped back to focus. "By the... I will never get used to that," he muttered, nodding approvingly, “"Well done, Guardian. Let's move!" He steps through the doorway, his weapon at the ready.”

He followed closely behind Reth, his senses heightened, prepared for any danger. The artifact room was vast and dimly lit, the air thick with the weight of ancient power. The walls were lined with intricate Forerunner symbols, glowing softly with an otherworldly light. In the center of the room stood a pedestal, upon which rested a small, pulsating orb that emitted a rhythmic pulse of energy, casting eerie, dancing shadows. A low hum filled the room, a symphony of ancient technology that resonated deep within his bones.

Reth approached the pedestal cautiously, his eyes fixed on the orb. "This is it," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "The artifact we've been searching for." Sangheili warriors poured into the room from other doors, swiftly taking defensive positions.

But suddenly, a dozen Promethean Knights and another dozen Skirmishers teleported into the room, materializing all around them.
Reth roared, "It's a trap!"

The sudden appearance of the enemy sent a jolt of adrenaline through his system. The room instantly transformed from a place of ancient mystery into a chaotic battleground. The Sangheili warriors reacted instantly, their weapons roaring to life as they opened fire. The air filled with the cacophony of gunfire, the clash of metal, and the shriek of energy weapons.

Reth, his voice a deep growl, turned to him. "We need to get started, we'll hold them off."

Bubba spun, hand outstretched as he channeled his flame thrower. A stream of crackling fire erupted from his wrist, arcing through the air to slam into the nearest Promethean Knight. The creature shrieked as it was engulfed in flames, its metal frame twisting and buckling. The other Prometheans charged forward, undeterred. He continued his barrage, his flames licking out to set them ablaze one by one, the intense heat and light illuminating the cavernous chamber.

Reth leaped into action, his plasma rifle barking as he laid down covering fire. The Sangheili warriors moved with practiced precision, their shields deflecting attacks as they pressed the advantage. The chamber became a maelstrom of fire, plasma, and clashing metal.

As he continued his assault, a particularly large Promethean Knight broke through the flames, its energy sword humming as it swung at him with deadly intent.

He met its blade with his own, engaging in a duel as Banished troops started to fire from the doorways.

Their energy swords clashed, the sound ringing out sharp and clear. He parried and thrust, his movements fueled by adrenaline and raw power. The Knight's eyes glowed with eerie light, its movements precise and calculated, but he held his own.

Reth's voice boomed over the din, "Guardian, we need to move! We can't hold them off forever!"

He launched his grappling hook straight into the Promethean's head, popping it like a balloon before going to the center of the room to make the summoning portal.

The hook shot out, its serrated edge piercing the Knight's chassis with a screech of tearing metal. With a wet, mechanical pop, its head exploded in a spray of sparks, the body crumpling to the ground. He didn't hesitate, turning and sprinting for the pulsating orb at the room's center.

As he focused his power, the air around him began to ripple and distort. But before the portal could form, Banished forces breached the room. Multiple energy beams converged on his position, forcing him to dive for cover behind the pedestal. The ancient stone vibrated under his fingers, pulsing with power as the Banished barrage peppered the walls.

Through gaps in the rubble, he saw more Prometheans teleporting in. Reth's plasma rifle blazed, buying precious seconds, but they were being overrun. The room was cast in a deeper crimson hue, wild shadows dancing as his own energy swirled with raw intensity.

Reth yelled out over the din, "Whatever you're planning, Guardian, do it now! We're about to be overrun!"

He poured all his strength into the artifact as he imagined the Arbiter's flagship. Looking up through the holes and debris in the ceiling, he could just see the sky. The open sky. He breathed, and his mind lifted above the battle as he imagined the clouds all around him.

He placed both hands on the pulsating orb, channeling every ounce of his will not into creating a door, but into erasing the distance. He didn't just see the Shadow of Intent in his mind; he felt its immense, silent presence hanging in the void above them. He poured the memory of its sleek, purple hull, the hum of its engines, the sheer weight of its command into the artifact.

The orb flared, its rhythmic pulse becoming a blinding, constant glare. The low hum escalated into a deafening whine that drowned out the sounds of battle. The very air in the room seemed to tear itself apart, the Forerunner symbols on the walls blazing with incandescent light.

The air crackled with energy as he channeled his power into the artifact. The orb flared brightly, its pulsing intensifying to a blinding glare. The stone pedestal beneath his fingers shuddered and vibrated, ancient mechanisms awakening. The very air around them seemed to compress, charged with a palpable tension. He looked up, past the pitted and pockmarked ceiling, to the small patches of sky visible through the debris. The open sky. His mind's eye expanded, envisioning the vast expanse of clouds stretching out above.

A portal swirled open as the massive Elite vessel dropped down out of space, its shields holding back the atmosphere. The Shadow of Intent descended from the heavens, its massive form blotting out the sky above. The Banished forces recoiled in shock and fear, their assault momentarily halted by the awe-inspiring sight.

The flagship's weapons were already hot and ready as they began to rain fire.
Reth, his eyes wide with a mix of awe and urgency, grabbed his shoulder. "Guardian, that's incredible! But we can't stay here. The Banished will regroup and come after us with everything they have."

He gestured towards the portal. "We need to get aboard that ship and regroup. We can plan our next move from there. The Sangheili will hold the line for as long as they can, but we have to go now!"

"No Reth, Sangheili! Form up on me! Keep firing! Reth, I'll portal us out of here, huddle the men," Bubba commanded.

Reth nodded grimly, his grip tightening for a moment before he released him. He turned to the Sangheili warriors, barking out orders in their native tongue. The warriors, their armor scorched and pitted, rallied around them, forming a tight defensive perimeter. Their plasma rifles continued to blaze, cutting down Banished soldiers as the flagship's weapons joined the fray from above.

He focused his power, the air shimmering around him as he prepared to open a portal.
The Banished forces, realizing the threat, redoubled their efforts. "Guardian!" A Banished Brute could be heard in broken English. "You're coming with me!" The Brute Chieftain, a giant in heavy armor adorned with war trophies, ran through the plasma fire and launched his gravity hammer into the formation of Elites, sending three flying.

The portal he was making from below opened up and they fell through into the Arbiter's ship's sparring arena. The Elites fell to the floor, his jets barely catching him. The Brute, mid-air, used his hammer once more and flew upward and away as the portal closed.

The Arbiter's flagship loomed around them. The portal swirled closed, severing the connection. He and the Sangheili warriors, battered and bruised, struggled to their feet, armor smoking from the heat of the battle.

Reth, his face grim and set with determination, surveyed the hangar. "We need to get these men to the infirmary!" He barked orders, directing the injured warriors to medical support. The massive vessel's automated systems kicked into action. Medical teams rushed in, their equipment a stark contrast to the battle-scarred warriors.

As the medical team tended to the wounded, Reth turned to him, his face grave. "Guardian, that was a close call. The Banished were waiting for us, and they're more coordinated than we thought. We can't underestimate them again."

He nodded grimly, watching as the medical teams worked.

"Reth, nice work. That goes for all of us," Bubba said.

Reth clasped his armored forearm in a show of camaraderie and respect. "Your leadership was as crucial as it was inspiring, Guardian. The warriors fought with the fierceness and skill of the most battle-hardened Sangheili. We will tell the tale of this day to our descendants."

His gaze drifted to the pulsating orb he still clutched. "But we still have the most important task at hand. What is that artifact, and why did the Banished want it so badly? We must understand its significance to anticipate their next move."

"Let's take it to a Huragok. You injured?" he asked.

Reth shook his head, though a wince betrayed the pain he was concealing. "I'll live."
Reth led him through the winding corridors of the Arbiter's flagship, the pulsating orb cradled carefully in his arms. The ship was a marvel of Covenant engineering, with sleek, organic lines. Bioluminescent panels cast an ethereal glow over the passageway.

As they walked, Reth kept up a steady commentary. "The Banished's interest in this artifact is troubling. They are not known for their restraint. If they sought it with such fervor, it must hold immense power."

"They can only open small portals right now with the spires. I bet this would remedy that for them... and now it's ours," Bubba stated.

Reth's eyes widened as the implications sank in. "By the gods, you're right. If the Banished could open ship-sized portals of their own once again, they would be unstoppable. They could bypass our defenses, strike at our heart with impunity."

He shook his head, grim. "We must study this artifact, learn its secrets. Perhaps the Huragok can shed some light on its purpose."

As they proceeded, the corridors filled with activity. Sangheili warriors snapped to attention as they passed. A Huragok named Floating-Freely drifted toward them, its many tentacles twitching with excitement. "Reth! And the Guardian!" it exclaimed. "I have heard much about your exploits. Bring me the artifact - I will begin my analysis immediately."

Reth nodded, his expression serious. "Technician, I'm afraid our need is dire. The Banished were waiting for us, and we believe this orb holds the key to their next great offensive. Can you work swiftly and thoroughly?"

The Huragok's tentacles quivered as it gently took the orb, its bioluminescent patches pulsing rapidly. "I will do my utmost, Reth. The Banished's interest is most concerning. I will begin a full diagnostic immediately."

As the Huragok drifted away, Reth turned to him, grave. "We must inform the Council. If the Banished are planning something as significant as you suspect, we need to prepare our defenses immediately." He paused, then added, "And we should consider moving the artifact to a more secure location. The Banished may not give up so easily."

"The Enterprise, the Infinity, or this ship are the only options. Unless we can hide it," Bubba offered.

Reth's eyes narrowed as he pondered. "Hiding it may be our only choice. The Banished's spies are everywhere. But to hide it, we must find a truly secure location."

"Oh of course! Reth, I can place the artifact securely in another reality with my portals," he said.

Reth's eyes widened with surprise and understanding. "A portal to another reality? That could indeed be the solution we need. If we can place the artifact somewhere beyond their reach, we buy ourselves time."

He looked around cautiously, lowering his voice. "But we must be discreet. The fewer who know, the better. The Banished have eyes and ears everywhere, even among our own ranks." His gaze turned thoughtful. "We will need a secure location, a place untouched by the Banished's influence."

"I've got just the place. Let the Arbiter know about this, I'll portal back to the Infinity. Once our Huragok friend is done, of course," Bubba decided.

Reth nodded solemnly. "Very well. I will inform the Arbiter and ensure the Huragok's analysis remains a closely guarded secret. In the meantime, you should return to the Infinity to prepare for our next move."

He placed a hand on his shoulder, his grip firm. "Guardian, your quick thinking has once again proven invaluable. This plan could be the key to turning the tide. I have faith in your abilities."

Reth's gaze drifted to where the Huragok had gone. "The Banished's obsession is troubling. We must uncover its secrets before they do. I will work with the Huragok as swiftly as possible."

He turned back. "Stay vigilant, Guardian. The fate of the alliance may very well rest on your shoulders."

With a final nod of understanding, he made his way back to the portal room, ready to return to the Infinity.

"Very well, keep it safe. I'll portal it when you're done with the study. Reth, it's been real," Bubba said.

Reth nodded solemnly. "Indeed, Guardian. It has been a trying time, but your unwavering dedication has been a beacon of hope. I have faith that together, we will prevail."

He paused, his gaze drifting once more before returning. "I will await your return. Your unique abilities may very well be the key to our salvation. Stay safe, Guardian, and may the light of the Forerunners guide your path."

"And you, Reth." With that, he formed a portal below himself and fell into the Infinity's med bay.

15.3 Doctors Orders

He materialized in the familiar surroundings of the Infinity's medical bay, the sterile white walls and humming equipment a welcome sight after the harrowing experience on the Sangheili outpost. Dr. Emily looked up from her console, her eyes widening in surprise as she took in his disheveled appearance and the fresh wounds that marred his armor.

"Are you alright, Guardian?" she asked, already moving towards him with a concerned expression. "What happened out there? The reports from Reth and the Sangheili were... sparse, to say the least."

He took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his recent ordeal settle heavily on his shoulders.

"Doc, I need a drink and a check-up. I'll explain then," Bubba said.

Dr. Emily hurried over to him, her expression etched with concern. "Of course, Guardian. Let's get you checked in and patched up first."

She guided him to an examination table and began running scans, her brow furrowing as the results flashed across the screen. "Multiple contusions, a few cracked ribs, and you're running on fumes, I see. Sit tight, I'll get you stitched up and pumped full of stims in no time."

As she worked, he recounted the events at the Sangheili outpost—the Forerunner artifact, the ambush by the Prometheans, and the subsequent battle against the Banished.

Dr. Palmer and a squad of Spartans came rushing in, guns hot, only to find him and the doctor. "We were told there was an energy surge here." Dr. Emily continued her work, her hands steady as she injected him with various medications. "The energy surge was from our friend here portaling in, nothing to worry about." She turned back to him, her face growing more serious as she focused on his wounds.

"Sorry for the scare, Ma'am, couldn't get clearance from the Arbiter's flagship, too much interference," he explained.

Palmer and her Spartan-IVs lowered their weapons. "I'll have to report this to the Admiral, but we’re still mopping up the battle."

"Already done, Commander, the Admiral's on his way here," Isabel's voice came over the intercom. Dr. Emily nodded grimly as she finished applying the last of his bandages. "I'll need to run some more thorough diagnostics later, but for now, you seem stable enough. I know you're beat, but Admiral Lasky will want a full report as soon as possible."

As if on cue, the door to the med bay slid open and Admiral Lasky strode in, his expression serious. "Guardian," he greeted, his gaze sweeping over his injuries. "What in the blazes happened out there? Commander Palmer reported a massive energy spike and then... nothing. The comms went dead."

He turned to him, his brow furrowed with concern and a hint of annoyance.

"Couldn't get word about my trip here from the Arbiter's ship, hope it didn't cause too much panic. I can give my report whenever you're free, Admiral," Bubba said.

Admiral Lasky's expression softened slightly. "Palmer, your team is free to leave, and I understand, Guardian. Your safety is our top priority, and if the Arbiter's ship was interfering with communications, then I can't fault you for taking matters into your own hands."

He paused, his gaze drifting to the various monitors. "But I must insist on a full debriefing as soon as possible. The Banished threat is ever-present, and any information you can provide could be crucial." He turned to Dr. Emily, his tone shifting to one of professional concern. "Doctor, how is the Guardian faring?"

Dr. Emily's eyes flickered between the Admiral and her patient. "The Guardian is stable, sir. Physically, at least. There are some concerning energy readings in their neural network, but I suspect it's related to their recent... activities. We'll need to run more comprehensive scans later." She turned back to him, her face a picture of professional concern.

"I'd strongly recommend at least a 12-hour observation period, Admiral. The Guardian has been under considerable stress and has sustained injuries that, while not life-threatening, require monitoring. Their mental health is also a factor we need to consider."

"As long as he is stable for the operation tomorrow, it's gonna be a big fight with or without the Guardian's help," Lasky said grimly.

The medical bay's monitors beeped softly. Dr. Emily's hand paused over her datapad. "Admiral, with all due respect, the Guardian is not in optimal condition for combat right now. Those energy readings in their neural network - they're not just from the portal, they're showing signs of severe mental and physical strain."

She turned to him, her professional mask slipping slightly to reveal genuine concern. "Guardian, you've been through hell and back. You need time to recover, both physically and mentally. That portal you created - it took a tremendous toll on you."

"I'll be ready by the operation, sir. I'll rest till then. Get Emilia and Rem. They have healing magic," Bubba stated, his voice firm despite his clear exhaustion.

Dr. Emily's eyes widened at his suggestion, a mix of surprise and hope flashing across her features. She glanced at Admiral Lasky, who nodded curtly, a hint of approval in his gaze. "Very well, Guardian. If you believe your allies can aid in your recovery, then we should make haste. Isabel, get word to Emilia's party."

"Right away, Admiral." Isabel's voice crackled through the comm.

Dr. Emily turned back to him, a gentle smile curving her lips. "They are formidable healers, Guardian. I've heard reports of their ability to mend wounds and soothe minds. Perhaps with their aid, you can regain your strength before the coming battle."

"Oh doc, I just had the best idea for a trap," Bubba said, the thought cutting through his fatigue.

Dr. Emily blinked in surprise at the sudden shift, her pen hovering over her datapad. Admiral Lasky, too, seemed momentarily caught off guard, his brow furrowing slightly. "Let's get you healed first. The Banished might start getting used to ambushes eventually," Lasky stated, his stern demeanor returning as he tapped his datapad, bringing up preliminary battle plans. "Your eagerness to engage is noted, Guardian. But I cannot risk my forces on a whim, especially with your... current condition."

“Right, sorry. I’m… dissociating pretty bad right now. Kinda framing time, that's what I call it. frames. “

Dr. Emily stepped closer. "The energy signatures we're detecting in your neural network suggest that even a small use of your powers could destabilize you. We need to know the full extent of the damage before we can properly assess any plans." She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Rest is crucial. The Banished aren't going anywhere."

"Well, speak with the Arbiter, sir, there's been a development the Sangheili want to keep under wraps. It'll be in my report," Bubba insisted.

Admiral Lasky's eyes narrowed, a flicker of intrigue passing over his features. He tapped his datapad, bringing up a secure comm channel. "Isabel, I need to speak with the Arbiter, get us through that interface. It's urgent." His voice was low and tense. "Guardian, I'm needed on the bridge. Get better soon."

"On it, sir," Bubba replied.

As Admiral Lasky departed, Dr. Emily moved closer, her face set in a firm line. "Guardian, your enthusiasm is commendable, but right now, you need to focus on your recovery." She began checking the readings on the various monitors surrounding his bed. "The energy surges we're detecting - they're unlike anything we've seen before. Whatever you encountered has left a lasting mark on your nervous system."

The medical bay's soft hum intensified as more equipment was activated. Dr. Emily's eyes never left the monitors, concern etched on her face. "We need to understand exactly what kind of strain your neural network is under."

"This is me, doc. My mind doesn't tire easy. But I'll rest here on your orders," he conceded.

Dr. Emily's stern expression softened slightly. "I understand, Guardian. Your resilience is admirable, but that doesn't mean you can't be pushed to your limits." She adjusted various settings on the medical equipment. "The readings we're getting suggest that you've already reached those limits. Multiple times, in fact."

She turned to him, her face serious. "Your mind may not tire easily, but your body and psyche are telling a different story. The energy surges we're detecting - they're not just from the portal."

"Where's Sub and the gang when I need 'em?" he mumbled, the names slipping out as a wave of exhaustion hit him.

Dr. Emily's face flickered with understanding. "They're on the way, Guardian." Her voice was calm but urgent. "Just focus on breathing. Your vitals are through the roof right now."

The words came out slurred as another wave of dizziness overcame him. Dr. Emily's concerned face blurred and doubled in his vision.

"Seeing double, doc," he managed to say before the world started to tilt.

Dr. Emily's face contorted with alarm as she quickly activated additional monitoring equipment. The ship shuddered around them, a distant explosion echoing through the hull. "Your visual cortex is showing significant activity, Guardian. This isn't just dizziness - it's a neural misfiring." She pressed a small device to his forehead, her other hand steadying a syringe. "We need to stabilize you before this gets worse. The energy surges are affecting more than just your physical systems."

The doors opened as Emilia, Rem, Subaru, Beatrice, and Julius filed into the med bay. "Guardian!" Emilia rushed to his side, her face a mask of worry. "We heard about the incident. What happened out there?"

Dr. Emily quickly updated them on his condition as she prepared to administer the sedative. "The Guardian's neural network is experiencing severe energy surges, likely due to the recent portal use and exposure to unknown artifacts. We need to stabilize him before the situation worsens."

Subaru stepped forward, his eyes scanning the various medical readouts. "Portal use? You mean like the kind you've been practicing with Ahsoka?" Rem and Emilia began to heal him immediately.

As they approached, their hands glowing with a soft, warm light, the air in the medical bay seemed to shift, becoming charged with a soothing energy. The gentle hum of the medical equipment was periodically drowned out by the sharper, louder report of point-defense guns engaging Banished fighters just outside the hull. Emilia's voice was a gentle melody. "Let us help, Guardian. Your body and mind need to find balance."

Rem nodded, his eyes focused. "We'll do our best to counteract these energy surges and stabilize your systems." His hands moved in intricate patterns, weaving a complex spell that enveloped Bubba in a cocoon of healing energy.

Dr. Emily stepped back, allowing the healers to work. She watched the monitors intently. The energy surges in his neural network gradually began to subside. His vision cleared, the double images slowly merging back into one. He could feel his body relaxing, the tension easing from his muscles. Emilia gently held his hand, a soothing presence that helped ground him as Rem continued.

"Just relax, Guardian. You've been through so much."

His body gradually relaxed as their healing magic worked through his system. The energy surges subsided, allowing his mind to settle. Dr. Emily's equipment showed a steady decline in the concerning readings. She nodded approvingly. "Excellent work, Emilia, Rem. Your skills are truly invaluable." She glanced over at him, a mix of relief and concern still visible. "Guardian, how are you feeling now? I know this incident has been particularly taxing."

He took a moment to assess himself. "I feel better, doc. More grounded." He shifted his gaze to the assembled group. "I appreciate you all coming. And for the help." His voice was still somewhat strained.

Emilia offered a reassuring smile, her grip on his hand tightening slightly. "That's what friends are for, Guardian. We're here to support you, no matter what." She looked at Rem, who nodded in agreement.

Rem released a soft sigh, her hands lowering as the healing magic dissipated. "Your body has responded well to the treatment. However, you must rest and allow your systems to fully recover." She turned to Dr. Emily, "We've stabilized the immediate issue, but the Guardian's neural network remains fragile. Any further stress could cause a relapse."

Dr. Emily nodded grimly. "I'll keep a close eye on the readings. For now, rest is the best course of action." The low thrum of the ship's engines pitched higher as it executed a hard turn. She turned to Subaru, Beatrice, and Julius, who had been standing by silently. "You three should get some rest as well. The Guardian needs peace and quiet to recover fully."

Subaru nodded, his expression serious. "You've got it, Doc. We'll give you some space, but we're just a shout away if you need us." He clapped Bubba on the shoulder before turning to leave. Beatrice and Julius followed, both offering concerned smiles as they filed out.

Emilia gently intertwined her fingers with his. "Guardian, I know this is hard, but please try to focus on resting and recovering. You've done so much for us, for everyone, and you need to take care of yourself too." She smiled warmly.

"I'll try, gang. Could someone get Ahsoka?" he asked.

Emilia's face lit up with a knowing smile. "Of course, Guardian. I'll go get her right away." She squeezed his hand once more before releasing it and heading out. The door swished shut behind her, leaving him alone with Dr. Emily and the soft beeping of the equipment.

Dr. Emily moved closer, checking the readouts. "While we wait for Ahsoka, I need to run some more tests. The energy surges have left some concerning patterns." She began attaching additional sensors to his temples and chest. "How are you feeling now, on a scale of one to ten?"

"4. I'm hoping the Jedi can help heal my mind," Bubba replied.

Dr. Emily paused her work and looked at him thoughtfully. "That's a good idea, Guardian. Ahsoka's abilities and Jedi training might indeed help stabilize your neural network. But for now, let's focus on getting these readings and making sure you're as comfortable as possible." She continued her work, precise and efficient.

The medical bay was quiet, save for the distant, muffled thud of the point-defense cannons. He took a deep breath, trying to relax. Dr. Emily finished attaching the sensors and stepped back, studying the readouts with a furrowed brow. "Your neural activity is still elevated, but it's stabilizing. That's a good sign." She looked up at him, her expression a mix of professional concern and personal care. "Guardian, I know this isn't easy, but I need you to be honest with me. How are you really feeling? Not just physically, but mentally and emotionally as well."

"7," he said.

Dr. Emily raised an eyebrow, her gaze sharp and attentive. "Seven? That's a lot different than your body score of 4."

"Yes, ma'am, it is," Bubba confirmed.

Dr. Emily's brow furrowed in concern, but her voice remained steady and professional. "I appreciate your candor, Guardian. While the physical injuries are significant, the mental and emotional strain is no less serious."

She pulled a chair close to the bedside, sitting down to meet his gaze more comfortably. "Talking through your experiences and feelings is an important part of the recovery process. And as a member of this community, your emotional well-being directly impacts our entire team. We all want to be there for you, but we can only do so if we fully understand the scope of the challenges you face."

"Doc, you have to try to believe me. I don't think like you. I'm more like a Sangheili when it comes to battle," Bubba stated, his tone matter-of-fact.

Dr. Emily leaned back slightly, her eyes never leaving his. "I understand that you have a unique perspective, Guardian. Your experiences and the way you process them are unlike anything I've encountered before. But that doesn't make your feelings any less valid or important. I need you to help me understand what you're going through so I can better assist you."

She paused, allowing him to gather his thoughts. "You mentioned feeling like a Sangheili in battle. Can you elaborate on that? What does that mean to you, and how does it affect your mental state?"

Before he could respond, the door to the medical bay slid open with a soft hiss. Ahsoka had arrived. She strode in purposefully, her lightsabers still visible on her hips. Her face was lined with worry as she spotted him on the bed. "Guardian, I heard you asked for me. How are you feeling?"

Dr. Emily rose from her chair, giving Ahsoka space as she approached. "I was just discussing the Guardian's unique mental state with him. He was comparing his battle perspective to that of a Sangheili." She looked between them, clearly curious about how the Jedi might respond.

Ahsoka moved to the side of the bed, her hand resting lightly on his arm. "A Sangheili in battle?"

"I don't get emotionally hurt from this. I don't get why anyone does. We have healing magic, the best docs, Jedi... I'm completely at ease, not worried in the slightest," he explained, his logic clear and unwavering to him.

Ahsoka's brow furrowed in concern, her hand tightening slightly on his arm. "Guardian, I understand the thrill of battle, the rush of adrenaline. But to not feel any emotional impact at all... that's not healthy." She glanced at Dr. Emily, who nodded in agreement.

Dr. Emily stepped forward, her voice gentle but firm. "Guardian, while your physical resilience is impressive, your mental and emotional well-being is just as important. Suppressing all feelings, even negative ones, can lead to long-term issues. It's okay to acknowledge and process your emotions, even if you don't let them control you."
Ahsoka leaned in, her eyes searching his.

"It's not suppression, dammit. I'm just NOT like you. I'm autistic, doc. I've heard your advice and I'll see Troi once I'm healthy," he said, the words firm but not angry, simply stating a fact about his own nature.

Dr. Emily leaned back, surprised by his directness. She took a deep breath, composing herself. "I understand that you see things differently than the rest of us, Guardian. Autism can manifest in many ways, and I should have been more mindful of that. It's not my intention to pathologize the way you experience the world."

Ahsoka shifted uncomfortably, sensing the tension. "Perhaps we should step back for a moment. This conversation is getting heated, and that's not conducive to recovery." She turned to Dr. Emily. "What are the next steps in the Guardian's treatment plan?"

Dr. Emily sighed, realizing she had misstepped. "Guardian, I apologize. I know we are all a team and I need to be mindful of your experiences, even when I don't understand them fully."

Ahsoka stepped back, allowing the doctor a chance to reengage. She then addressed both of them, "What he means, doctor, is that in combat he doesn't dwell on negative thoughts, doesn't feel fear. I believe he sees the battle almost clinically. This doesn't make him unemotional, it means he doesn't let it rule him in battle."

"Well said. I'm not mad, doc. Relax. Ahsoka, I need mind healing. I touched an artifact. The good doc here's awful worried about it," Bubba said, smoothly redirecting the conversation to the practical matter at hand.

Dr. Emily visibly relaxed at his reassurance. "I'm glad we're back on track, Guardian. You've been through an ordeal with that artifact, and the energy surges are concerning. We need to monitor your neural activity closely." She began pulling up charts on the medical hologram. "The surges seem to be subsiding, but we'll need to keep an eye on your brain waves for the next 24-48 hours. I'd like to run another series of tests now, if that's alright with you."

Ahsoka moved closer to the hologram, studying it intently.

"Can I sleep? I'm exhausted," he asked, the fatigue finally breaking through his clinical demeanor.

Dr. Emily nodded understandingly. "Of course, Guardian. Rest is crucial for your recovery. I'll set up a monitoring system so we can keep an eye on your neural activity while you sleep. If anything changes, we'll be right here to address it."

Ahsoka turned to him, her expression softening. "I'll stay with you until you fall asleep. If you need anything, just let me know." She pulled up a chair beside the bed, her presence comforting.

Dr. Emily began setting up the equipment. "I'll be just outside if you need me. Try to get some rest, Guardian. Your body and mind need it."

"Ahsoka, search my mind. Find what the doc is looking for. If possible," Bubba requested, trusting her completely.

Ahsoka looked at him intently, then at Dr. Emily, seeking permission. Dr. Emily nodded reluctantly. "Ahsoka, please be careful. The energy from the artifact has caused significant neural disruptions. I can't have you accidentally compounding that with your own powers."

Ahsoka moved to his side, taking his hand. Her touch was warm, gentle. "I'll do my best to be cautious, Guardian. Remember, I won't search everything, just the parts we need to for this purpose. Try to relax, let your mind be open." As she said this, her face relaxed into a soft smile.

"Sure thing. I'll meditate to sleep. Whatever's active after that, is the doc's mystery," he agreed, closing his eyes and beginning to focus on his breathing.

Ahsoka nodded, closing her eyes as she gently placed her free hand on his forehead. "Focus on your breathing, Guardian. Let your mind clear." As she spoke, her words took on a soothing, almost hypnotic quality. "Feel the tension leaving your body, starting at your toes and working its way up."

Dr. Emily watched intently, monitoring the neural readings as they fluctuated. "Interesting. The patterns are becoming more organized, almost like they're being sorted by an external force." She adjusted some settings. "Ahsoka, are you sensing anything unusual in his mind?"

Ahsoka's brow furrowed slightly as she continued the mental probe, her voice calm and soothing. "There are some strange patterns here, almost like echoes of the artifact's energy. But I'm not sensing any direct corruption or negative influence. It's more like a residual imprint."

Dr. Emily's face relaxed, some of the tension easing. "That's good news, at least. The neural patterns are starting to stabilize now, and there's no sign of permanent damage. We'll need to keep monitoring, of course, but for now, I think we can focus on resting and recovery." She made some notes on her datapad. "Anything else you can tell me about what you're sensing in there?"

Ahsoka's hand remained on his forehead, her face still as she focused. "The patterns are complex, like a series of fractals. There's something... dark..."

His hand squeezed Ahsoka's. His head nodded a rapid no. Mew put a finger over his lips to ask her not to speak of this.

Ahsoka's eyes flickered open, her gaze meeting his with a mix of deep concern and immediate understanding. She nodded slightly, acknowledging his silent plea. "I think that's enough for now," she said to Dr. Emily, her voice steady but softer. "His mind is tired, and we should let him rest."

Dr. Emily looked at him, then at Ahsoka, her expression thoughtful. "Very well. Let's give him some time to rest and recover. We can revisit this later." She began to disassemble the monitoring equipment. "I'll leave the basic monitoring in place, just to keep an eye on his neural activity. If anything changes, I'll be right outside."

Ahsoka gently removed her hand from his forehead, her touch lingering for a comforting moment. "Rest well," she said, her tone intimate and warm. She settled into a nearby chair, her posture relaxed but alert, a partner keeping watch. Dr. Emily exited the room, leaving them alone in the dimly lit medical bay.

"Don't worry about me... enjoy your day...." he drifted to sleep, the exhaustion finally pulling him under.

Ahsoka watched over him as he slept, her eyes soft with a love that deepened her concern. She settled into the chair, crossing her legs and leaning back. The silence was broken only by the steady beep of the monitors and his soft, even breathing.

Dr. Emily returned a short while later, a steaming cup of caf in hand. She took a seat across from Ahsoka, sipping the hot beverage. "How is he?" she asked, her voice low.

Ahsoka shrugged, her gaze still fixed on his sleeping form. "Resting, for now. But I could sense the darkness in his mind, the trauma he faced in the past. It's intense."

Dr. Emily nodded, setting her cup down. "I've seen the records. It's a miracle he's still functioning at all." She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. "But we can't let that define him. He's a Guardian, a leader. He has to find a way to push through this, to keep fighting."

Ahsoka's eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of protectiveness in her gaze. "He's not just a Guardian, Emily. He's my partner. I won't let him suffer alone." She uncrossed her legs, leaning forward.

"Ahsoka, I understand. I'm not suggesting you should. But as his physician, I need to emphasize a balanced approach." Dr. Emily's voice carried professional concern, tempered with empathy. "His mental state is fragile. The neural trauma from the artifact, combined with his existing conditions, could become overwhelming if not managed carefully." She paused, choosing her words with care. "Your support is crucial, but we need to make sure we don't inadvertently enable him to avoid dealing with these issues."

Ahsoka's face set in a determined expression. "I won't enable anything."

Dr. Emily sighed. "I know you wouldn't. That's not what I meant, and I'm sorry if it came across that way." She took another sip of her caf. "The truth is, I'm at a loss. I've never seen neural patterns quite like his before. The complexity... it's beyond anything I've encountered."

Ahsoka leaned back in her chair, her arms crossed. "It's not just the neural patterns, though. It's everything he's been through, everything he's had to endure."

He drifted off to sleep, the steady beep of the medical equipment lulling him under. Fragments of dreams and memories danced at the edges of his awareness, just out of reach. In the chair beside his bed, Ahsoka sat in quiet vigil, her eyes never leaving his face. She watched the play of emotions across his sleeping features, her hand resting on the arm of the chair, close enough to touch if he needed her.

Dr. Emily and Ahsoka continued their conversation in hushed tones. Dr. Emily's brow furrowed as she studied him. "His mind is a labyrinth, Ahsoka. Every time I think I've mapped out a path, something shifts. The neural surges, the dissociative episodes... it's as if he's a puzzle with pieces from a dozen different games."

Ahsoka's gaze softened as she looked at him. "He's more than just a puzzle, Emily. He's a warrior, a leader, and the man I love." She glanced back, her eyes filled with determination. "He's been through so much. The trauma of his past, the weight of his responsibilities... it's a miracle he's still standing at all."

Dr. Emily leaned back, thoughtful. "You're right. He's had to endure more than most could bear." She took a sip of her caf. "But that's also what makes him so strong, so resilient. He's found ways to cope, to push through the pain and keep fighting. It's admirable, really."

. . .

Hours passed as he slept, and Ahsoka maintained her vigil. He stirred slightly, consciousness slowly returning. The steady beeping of medical equipment and the quiet murmur of voices filtered through the haze of sleep.

As his awareness expanded, he found himself in the medical bay. Dr. Emily and Ahsoka were still in conversation, their voices hushed. As he stirred, they fell silent, both turning to face him with concern etched on their faces. Dr. Emily moved closer, checking the readouts. "Good morning, Guardian. How are you feeling?"

"Water," he croaked, his throat dry.

Ahsoka was instantly on her feet, fetching a cup of water with a straw from the bedside table. She held it for him carefully. "Easy," she said softly. "The battle's over. It was a close call, but we held the line. The fleet took some hits, but the Infinity is secure. Everyone's safe, thanks to you."

“I was asleep silly,” he croaked, “But thanks. I hate space battles, I can't become a MAC sadly.”

Dr. Emily nodded and moved to the side of his bed, pouring a glass of water from a nearby pitcher. She held it to his lips, allowing him to take a few sips before pulling it away. "Easy there, Guardian. We don't want you choking."

Ahsoka leaned forward in her chair, her eyes searching his face. "How are you feeling? Any dizziness, nausea, or pain?"

He shook his head slightly, wincing at the slight discomfort the movement caused. "Just a bit of a headache. Nothing I can't handle."

Dr. Emily set the glass down and checked the readouts again, her brow furrowed in concentration. Ahsoka stood up, her chair scraping softly against the floor as she moved to his side. "You should take it easy, Bubba. Your body has been through a lot." She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, her touch both comforting and grounding. "We need to make sure you're fully recovered before you dive back into the fray."

"If I'm stuck here, could I speak with Halsey?" he asked.

Dr. Emily glanced up from the medical readouts, her expression thoughtful. "Dr. Halsey? I suppose a conversation with her could be beneficial for your mental state." She tapped a few commands into the nearby console. "I'll have to clear it with Admiral Lasky first, but I don't see why he would object. You two have been working closely together on the project concerning Cortana."

Ahsoka nodded in agreement, her hand still resting on his shoulder. "It might help to talk to someone who understands your unique perspective, Bubba. Dr. Halsey has always been supportive of your role."

"Has she? I'm flattered," he replied, a hint of his usual warmth returning.

Ahsoka chuckled softly, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze. "She has always spoken highly of you, Bubba. She respects your dedication and the sacrifices you make." Dr. Emily nodded, her professional demeanor softening slightly. "It's true. She's mentioned how impressed she is with your ability to balance your duties with the challenges of your condition. It's not an easy task."

A faint beeping sound caught Dr. Emily's attention, and she turned back to the monitors. "Ah, it seems your neural activity is stabilizing. That's a good sign."

After a few minutes, Dr. Halsey entered the med bay. She entered the medical bay, her lab coat crisp and white against the sterile environment. She approached the bed, her eyes scanning him with sharp, professional curiosity. "Good morning, Guardian. I hear you've had quite an adventure." She turned to Dr. Emily and Ahsoka. "Could you give us a moment? I'd like to speak with the Guardian privately.”

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16.1 To you… at some point

Dr. Emily nodded and moved towards the door, gesturing for Ahsoka to follow. "Of course, Doctor. We'll be right outside if you need anything, Guardian." As they exited, closing the door behind them, Dr. Halsey pulled up a chair and sat beside his bed.

Dr. Halsey leaned forward, her elbows resting on her knees as she studied him intently. "I've been briefed on the situation, Guardian. Admiral Lasky filled me in on your encounter with the Forerunner artifact and the subsequent medical issues it caused." She paused, her brow furrowing slightly. "I must admit, I'm concerned. Your unique physiology is already a delicate balance, and introducing unknown variables like Forerunner technology could have unpredictable consequences."

She reached into her lab coat pocket and pulled out a small, sleek device. "I've brought a few of my own instruments to run some additional tests. With your permission, of course."

"Sure thing. I actually had a request for you," Bubba said.

Dr. Halsey nodded, her face a mask of professional interest as she activated the device. "Go ahead, Guardian. I'm all ears. What's on your mind?" She began scanning him with the device, a small beam of light dancing across his body as she gathered data. "Your neural patterns are showing some interesting fluctuations, but nothing immediately concerning." She paused, the device hovering near his head. "Now, about that request. I'm curious - what brings you to ask for a private conversation? Is it related to the Forerunner artifact?"

She leaned back slightly, studying the readings on the device's small screen. "Your brainwave patterns are shifting, but not in a dangerous way."

"I agreed to portal some more people here at some point. One of them is a brilliant girl. I'd like you to give her a shot as your protégé," he stated.

Dr. Halsey's eyebrows raised slightly at his request, a hint of surprise flickering across her otherwise composed features. She set the diagnostic device aside, giving him her full attention. "A protégé, you say? I must admit, I'm intrigued. What makes this individual stand out to you?"

She leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with professional curiosity. "In my line of work, it's not often that I receive such direct recommendations from a Guardian. Tell me more about this brilliant girl. What are her areas of expertise, and what qualities do you believe would make her a strong candidate for mentorship under my guidance?" Dr. Halsey's lips curved into a small, thoughtful smile.

"She is a biological, medical, and cloning expert," he replied.

Dr. Halsey's eyes flashed with newfound interest, and she moved to the edge of her seat, leaning in with focused attention. "A medical and cloning specialist, you say? That's an impressive combination. Do you know much about her current work?"

She paused, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. "While I appreciate your interest in connecting her to my team, I have a few questions of my own." Her fingers tapped against the diagnostic device. "What makes you believe she would be a good fit for the Infinity? Has she shown particular interest in Forerunner or Banished research?"

"She's from where the Jedi came from, never heard of Forerunners. But she'll be alone here aside from a group of clones. This girl learns fast. And... if you remember my world having you as fiction. I've read several fan fics where the two of you hit it off, hehe," Bubba explained with a light chuckle.

Dr. Halsey's eyes widened momentarily at the mention of the Jedi, and she leaned back in her seat, a mix of surprise and intrigue evident in her expression. She cleared her throat, her voice taking on a more formal tone. "Ah, I see. The world of fiction has a way of blurring lines, doesn't it?" A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she acknowledged his reference. "As for the clones, well, I can certainly understand the importance of a familiar support network, especially when adjusting to a new environment and unfamiliar technology."

She paused, considering his words thoughtfully. "I appreciate your confidence in her abilities, Guardian."

"Only asking for a chance. Since I hoped with Cortana, hehe. What y'all do is up to you. I don't know her personally. But I've watched her from my TV, and I sure was impressed," he said.

Dr. Halsey's face relaxed, a genuine smile replacing her earlier professional demeanor. "I appreciate your openness, Guardian. It's not often that we get such... unique character references." She chuckled softly, a twinkle in her eye as she acknowledged his mention of Cortana. "Well, I must say, you certainly have a way of making a first impression." She leaned back, crossing her legs as she considered his request further. "You know, it's not every day that I'm asked to consider a protégé based on a television character and a Guardian's personal recommendation."

Dr. Halsey's smile widened, a glimmer of intrigue in her eyes. "But I have to admit, there's something rather... refreshing about this approach. It's a reminder that sometimes, the most unexpected connections can lead to the most fruitful collaborations."

"Well, how's my brain, doc?" Bubba asked, shifting the topic back.

Dr. Halsey's professional demeanor returned as she picked up the diagnostic device, her fingers hovering over the controls. "Your neural patterns are showing some... interesting developments." She paused, studying the data intently. "There's definitely an increase in neural activity around your temporal lobe, which is fascinating given our earlier discussion of your experiences."

She looked up from the device, her face a mask of clinical interest. "However, I'm also detecting some concerning patterns in your frontal cortex. It's possible that the Forerunner artifact may have... accelerated certain processes in your brain." Dr. Halsey's voice took on a more serious tone as she continued. "We need to monitor this closely, Guardian. While I understand your eagerness to return to duty, I must insist on regular check-ins and possibly some additional tests. Your safety and well-being are paramount, after all."

"Forerunner gene song," Bubba stated, a note of realization in his voice. "The monitor said I have a gene song in my genetics from the Librarian, like the Master Chief. This artifact must have accelerated it!"

Dr. Halsey's eyes widened, a flicker of surprise and excitement passing across her features. She leaned forward, her grip tightening on the diagnostic device. "The Librarian's gene song? In your genetics?" she repeated, her voice tinged with awe and disbelief. "That's... that's incredible, Guardian. I had no idea you possessed such a connection."

She stood abruptly, pacing the room as her mind raced with the implications. "If what you're saying is true, and the artifact has indeed accelerated this gene song..." She trailed off, lost in thought for a moment before snapping back to attention. "We need to run a full battery of tests. Immediately."

"I have a battle today, doc. So let's hurry," Bubba said.

Dr. Halsey nodded curtly, already moving towards the lab's main workstation. "Understood. Let's make this quick then." She began setting up a series of advanced diagnostic tools, her fingers flying across the controls with practiced precision.

As she worked, she continued their conversation, her voice taking on a more professional, analytical tone. "I must admit, the prospect of studying another one of the Librarian's gene songs is... exhilarating." She looked up from her work, her eyes meeting his with an intensity that was wholly focused. "But we must proceed with caution, Guardian. The Librarian's gift is not to be taken lightly. We have no idea what the full extent of its capabilities might be, or what potential side effects the artifact's acceleration could have on your mind and body."

Her gaze softened slightly, a hint of genuine concern breaking through her scientific curiosity. "I need you to understand the gravity of this situation. It could enhance your abilities beyond imagination, but it could also... overwhelm you." Her gaze intensified, her voice lowering to a serious whisper. "I've seen firsthand what happens when humans are exposed to Forerunner technology. The changes can be... profound. And unpredictable."

She stepped closer, her eyes locked on his. "I want you to promise me, Guardian, that if at any point during this battle, or in the coming days and weeks, you feel... different. Changed. Overwhelmed. You will come to me immediately. No matter what."
Dr. Halsey's hand came to rest on his shoulder, her grip firm and reassuring. "Your well-being, your very life, may depend on it. I... we..."

"Promise," he said.

Dr. Halsey nodded, a small smile of relief crossing her features. "Good. I'm glad you understand the gravity of the situation." She stepped back, her hand falling away as she turned her attention back to the diagnostic equipment. "Now, let's get these tests underway. I want to have a thorough understanding of your current state before you head into battle." She began attaching various sensors and probes to his body, her touch clinical and efficient.

As she worked, Dr. Halsey continued the conversation, her voice taking on a more personal, almost maternal tone. An hour of testing passed before she was satisfied. "Alright, Guardian. I've run every test I can think of, and the results are... fascinating." Her fingers danced across a holographic display, bringing up a complex array of data. "Your neural pathways are showing signs of accelerated development, particularly in the areas associated with spatial awareness and combat reflexes. The Librarian's gene song appears to be integrating with your existing neural network in ways we've never seen before."

She turned to him, her face a mask of scientific curiosity and concern. "However, there are some concerning patterns as well." Her brow furrowed as she studied the data, her voice taking on a more serious tone. "Your brain is showing signs of increased neural activity in the amygdala and hypothalamus - the regions associated with the fight-or-flight response and emotional processing. While this could potentially enhance your reflexes and resilience under pressure, it also raises the risk of heightened anxiety and stress responses in non-combat situations."

She paused, her gaze shifting to him with a look of genuine concern. "I need you to be honest with me, Guardian. Have you noticed any changes in your mood or behavior recently? Increased irritability, difficulty concentrating, or feelings of being on edge or overwhelmed?"

"No, if anything I'm more calm. Maybe it's having the opposite effect, Doc. My amygdala is already overcharged from the trauma from my past," Bubba explained.

Dr. Halsey's eyes narrowed as she listened, her fingers pausing over the holographic display. "I see. Your previous trauma could be interacting with the Librarian's gene song in unpredictable ways." She adjusted some settings on the diagnostic equipment, frowning as she studied the new data. "Your baseline anxiety levels are actually lower than expected, which is concerning. In my experience, trauma typically manifests as heightened anxiety and stress responses, not calmness."

"Well, I'm willing to trust the Librarian on this one. She made this song and the Forerunners were godlike," he said.

Dr. Halsey's face darkened, her mouth tightening into a thin line as she stepped closer. "The Librarian may have been powerful, Guardian, but her methods were often... questionable, even by the standards of that time. Creating a 'gift' that can fundamentally alter one's mind is not something I would ever willingly subject my patients to." Her words became more stern, her medical authority evident as she continued.

"We don't understand the full consequences of this 'song'. It's not just about you, it's about the potential risks to everyone around you, to the future of humanity. And I won't allow you to dismiss this because of some blind faith in long-dead 'gods'."
"Fair enough. I've got you here to keep me from turning into a Bible thumper, Doc," Bubba replied, acknowledging her point with a hint of his usual humor.

Dr. Halsey's eyebrows shot up at his words, a sharp laugh escaping before she could stifle it. "A Bible thumper? Guardian, you do have a unique way with words." Her demeanor softened slightly, amusement flickering in her face. "But I appreciate your attempt at humor. It shows a level of mental flexibility that I find reassuring, given the circumstances."

She turned back to the holographic display, fingers dancing across it as she studied the data. "However, I'm afraid I can't simply wave my hand and dismiss this. The Librarian's song is fundamentally altering your neural pathways, and we don't yet understand the long-term consequences."

"No we don't, I'll rest until the battle. I know how to make portals now. I'm confident. I just need my strength," Bubba stated.

Dr. Halsey's face set in a firm line, her words becoming more forceful. "Confidence is admirable, Guardian, but it's not a substitute for proper medical supervision. Your body is still adapting to these changes, and pushing yourself too hard could have severe consequences." She paused, her gaze softening slightly.

"I understand the pressure you're under, the need to prove yourself. But right now, your health comes first. We need to monitor this situation closely, and that means following my medical advice." She turned back to the holographic display, adjusting settings with a determined expression. "I'm not trying to hold you back, I'm trying to keep you safe."

"Doc, I'll stay till the battle. But our forces will get hurt bad without my reinforcements," he insisted.

Dr. Halsey's face became stern, her words sharp. "Guardian, I've seen what happens when soldiers are pushed too far. I've watched good people die because their bodies couldn't keep up." She moved closer, her voice becoming more gentle. "The Banished are a threat, but so are the changes occurring in your mind. We don't know what kind of damage you might sustain if you push too hard, too fast."

She gestured to the diagnostic equipment. "Just look at this data. Your neural pathways are still adapting. We need time to study the effects, to understand the long-term consequences of the Librarian's gift."

"Maybe the song is making me feel this way. Up to the task. Holy shit, I've got an idea. Hahaha. Yes! Perfect," he exclaimed, a sudden realization dawning on him.

Dr. Halsey's face lit up with concern as she studied the data displayed, her fingers hovering over the holographic control panel. "An idea? Based on what I'm seeing, the Librarian's song is likely heightening your anxiety, not alleviating it. You're displaying symptoms of mania, Guardian. That's not healthy, regardless of what you perceive."

"I can do the battle in the future. My portals let me time travel after all... I'll rest until you're ready, meanwhile, future me will carry out the battle," Bubba explained, the plan forming clearly in his mind.

Dr. Halsey's eyes widened in surprise at his proclamation, her gaze flicking from the diagnostic display to his face and back again. "Time travel? Guardian, I understand that you possess unique abilities, but the notion of traveling through time is not something I can substantiate with any medical evidence." She took a deep breath, clearly struggling to process the implications of his words.

"You're suggesting that you can somehow 'jump' to a future version of yourself, and have that version carry out the battle in your place? That's... that's extraordinary, even by the standards of what I've seen you do." She paused, her brow furrowed in concentration. "But it raises a number of questions."

"I can open portals anywhere, to any universe. And in some universes things are behind or ahead in time, at least from our perspective. In a few days I'll do my part on battle, in the future past. So for now I can rest. Thanks, doc," he elaborated.

Dr. Halsey's expression shifted from concern to intrigue as she processed his words. "Guardian, if what you're saying is true, that you can indeed traverse the very fabric of spacetime... that changes everything." She stepped closer, her voice lowering to a near whisper. "The implications are staggering. It could completely alter the course of this war, give us an edge we've never had before."

She paused, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face. "But I must stress, this is uncharted territory. We have no idea what kind of strain time travel might put on your body, your mind. It could be incredibly dangerous."

"How could I prove it to you? Want me to come from the future right now and give you some idea about Cortana?" Bubba asked, a playful yet confident glint in his eye.

Dr. Halsey's eyes narrowed as she considered his offer, a mix of curiosity and trepidation evident in her expression. "You would jump from the future, just like that? Prove the impossible, to show me you're telling the truth?" She shook her head slowly. "Guardian, I want to believe you, I truly do. But I'm a woman of science. I need some kind of... proof, tangible evidence to substantiate such a monumental claim."

She gestured to the diagnostic equipment, the holographic displays flickering with his vitals and neural activity. A portal began to form, swirling into an opening. Through it, a small box was tossed through from... him. Another him. A future him.

He spoke, "Use this, for Cortana, doc!" Dr. Halsey's eyes widened as the portal materialized, the swirling vortex of colors and light casting an ethereal glow on the sterile medical bay. She watched in awe as the small box tumbled through the opening and landed with a soft thud on the floor. The portal closed as abruptly as it had appeared, leaving behind an eerie silence.

She approached the box cautiously, her scientific curiosity piqued. "Guardian, this is... remarkable," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. She picked up the box, examining it with a critical eye. It was a simple, unadorned container, but the implications of its arrival were anything but simple.

Isabel's voice came through the comms, "Guardian, there was a spike on our sensors again. Care to explain?"

"We have the device needed to save Cortana now. I didn't open the portal. Future me did. He probably got permission from future Lasky. Ergo, I'm in the clear, hehe," Bubba explained.

Dr. Halsey's eyes widened as she examined the box, her fingers tracing the smooth surface with a mix of awe and trepidation. "Guardian, this... this is extraordinary. The implications of what you've just shown me are staggering." She looked up at him, her gaze intense and searching. "If what you say is true, and this device can indeed save Cortana, it could change the course of this entire war."

She set the box down on a nearby table, her movements deliberate and careful. "But I must stress, we need to proceed with the utmost caution. We have no idea what kind of technology this is, where it came from, or what potential side effects it might have." "I do. I don't know how. I just know, maybe it's from the artifact. That box will sort through and filter her data exponentially. Till she's whole again."

Dr. Halsey's face became animated as he spoke, a mix of scientific excitement and maternal worry crossing her features. "Guardian, what you're describing goes far beyond my current understanding. This... this machine that can filter through Cortana's vast amount of data..."

She trailed off, her mind visibly racing with implications. "We need to be very careful about how we use this. Cortana is..." She paused, struggling to find the right words. "She's not just a piece of technology. She's a sentient being. A person." Her hand tightened around the box, concern evident in her rigid posture. "If we mishandle this, we could be making things even worse for her, not better."

"It's up to you, Dr. But now we know I can do the battle from the future, hehe," Bubba said.

Dr. Halsey's eyes narrowed as she contemplated the implications of his words, her grip tightening on the box containing the device from the future. "Guardian, I understand your eagerness to prove your capabilities, but we must tread carefully here." She set the box down, her movements measured and deliberate.

"I appreciate the information you've provided about the future, but I must emphasize the importance of proceeding with the utmost caution and discretion. What you've just shown me, the portal and this device... it's extraordinary. It could potentially change the course of our entire war against the Banished. But we have no idea of the potential consequences or side effects it might have. Cortana's wellbeing is of the utmost importance to me."

Dr. Halsey's brow furrowed as she considered the ramifications of his revelation. "Guardian, I need to run some tests on this device immediately. We must understand its function and potential risks before we can even consider using it on Cortana." She carefully picked up the box, cradling it in her hands like a fragile artifact. "I'll take it to my lab for a thorough analysis. You should rest, recover from your ordeal with the portal and the future version of yourself."

As she turned to leave, Dr. Halsey paused, "I'll take the girl. The protégé. What's her name?"

"Omega. Her name is Omega. She might need a proper name. Y'all can work that out. Thanks, doc," Bubba replied.

Dr. Halsey's brow furrowed slightly at the name Omega, a flicker of concern passing across her features before she nodded thoughtfully. "Omega, eh? An interesting choice. We'll certainly have to give her a proper name, something fitting for a bright young mind such as hers."

She tucked the box containing the future device carefully under her arm, her free hand reaching out to gently squeeze his shoulder. "Rest, Guardian. Heal. I know you're eager to get back out there, to keep fighting for our cause, but you've been through a great deal. Take some time for yourself. Let your body and mind recover."

With a final nod, Dr. Halsey turned and strode out of the medical bay, her mind already racing with the implications of his revelation and the potential of the device in her possession.

As the door slid shut behind her, Ahsoka and Dr. Emily re-entered the room. Ahsoka came to the bedside. "So what happened? We heard a commotion. Are we allowed to know?" Ahsoka's voice was soft yet insistent, her eyes searching his for answers.

Dr. Emily stood nearby, her expression a mix of professional concern and personal worry. The faint glow of the medical equipment behind them cast long shadows across the sterile room.

He took a deep breath, the events of the past hours still fresh in his mind. "Of course you’re allowed to know, 'dovely. Dr. Halsey has a device. It's from the future. Future me sent it back here. She's going to analyze it, see if it can help Cortana."

Ahsoka's eyes widened slightly, her grip on his hand tightening. "The future? Guardian, that's... that's incredible. And dangerous."

"Also, my brain is undergoing changes from the Librarian's gene song that's within me. Due to the artifact," Bubba added.

Dr. Emily's professional demeanor slipped for a moment, replaced by a flash of alarm. "Librarian's gene song? In you? Guardian, that's... that's incredible and terrifying." She moved closer, her stethoscope already in hand. "We need to run some immediate tests. The Forerunner artifacts are powerful, but they can also be incredibly dangerous, especially to the human mind."

Ahsoka's grip on his hand tightened as she leaned in, her voice soft but urgent. "Guardian, are you feeling okay? Any symptoms? Headaches? Dizziness? Nausea?" Her free hand moved to rest on his forehead, checking for signs of fever.

"Guys, I've never felt better. You ran all the tests, doc. No one on this ship will be able to figure out what's happening to me. Halsey couldn't. It's Forerunner nonsense," Bubba stated, his tone matter-of-fact.

Dr. Emily's face paled as she processed his words, her fingers stilling on his wrist where she'd been taking his pulse. "Guardian, I understand your frustration, but we can't just ignore this. Forerunner technology is incredibly dangerous, especially to the human mind. We need to monitor your condition closely, run regular scans, and be prepared for any changes."

Ahsoka stepped closer, her hand moving to rest on his shoulder. "Guardian, I know you're strong. I know you've faced incredible challenges before, but this isn't something you can just push through. The changes in your brain, they're not just 'nonsense'."

"I'm willing to be monitored. I have a solution for the coming battle," he conceded.

Ahsoka's eyes narrowed slightly, a mix of concern and intrigue flickering across her face. "A solution? Guardian, what are you planning?" She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a low, conspiratorial tone.

Dr. Emily, despite her initial alarm, seemed to regain her composure, her professional demeanor returning. "I can set up a monitoring schedule, Guardian. Regular scans, neurological assessments, and cognitive tests. We'll need to keep a close eye on your condition, but if you have a plan, we should discuss it."

"In order to carry out Operation Coin Flip... I'll come from the future to handle it," Bubba revealed.

Dr. Emily's eyes widened in shock, her stethoscope slipping from her fingers and clattering to the floor. "From the future? Guardian, are you sure? Time travel is... it's unheard of, impossible even."

Ahsoka's grip on his shoulder tightened, her voice dropping to a barely audible whisper. "Guardian, if what you're saying is true... if you really can travel through time... the implications are staggering. We could change the course of this war, save lives, alter the very future itself."

Dr. Emily recovered enough to reach for her dropped stethoscope, her hands shaking slightly. "We need to document this, Guardian. Every detail."

"I'm sure future me will let you guys watch his portal activations, Doc," he said.

Dr. Emily blinked rapidly, her mind racing to process the enormity of his claim. "Future you... portal activations... Guardian, this is... it's beyond anything I've ever encountered." She took a deep breath, visibly steeling herself. "I need to document this. Every detail. The timing, the location, the specific circumstances. And we'll need to set up a secure, isolated environment for any future... portal activations."

"I won't be a lab rat, guys. I have a life and missions to live. Here's a compromise. I'll let you watch the feed on me Isabel sees through the cameras. And I'll wear some monitoring devices for my brain and body," Bubba offered.

Dr. Emily's face showed visible relief at his compromise. "Thank you, Guardian. I understand your need for privacy, but these monitoring devices are crucial for your safety. We need to ensure the changes in your neural network don't become... problematic." She pulled out a small, sleek device from her lab coat. "This will monitor your brain activity, heart rate, and any other vital signs. It's non-invasive, but it will provide us with real-time data."

Ahsoka's hand moved to rest on his arm, her grip firm but comforting. "Guardian, I trust you. But time travel is a power that comes with great responsibility."

"Indeed. The other option is I open those two portals myself today," he stated.

Dr. Emily's hand shot out to grip his wrist, her professional demeanor cracking to reveal raw panic. "No! Guardian, absolutely not! Two portals in one day is far too much strain for your system, especially with your recent neural changes." She began checking his pulse frantically. "The last time was difficult enough. You need at least 24 hours of recovery between portal activations, more if your system isn't fully stable."

Ahsoka's grip on his arm tightened as she stepped between him and the medical equipment, her stance defensive. "Guardian, we don't need to do this today. We can wait, plan, ensure your safety first."

"Exactly. So future me will handle it," Bubba concluded.

Dr. Emily's hand dropped from his wrist, her eyes widening in realization. "Future you... of course. If you've already traveled from the future to handle this, then the risk is already mitigated." She nodded slowly, her professional demeanor returning. "Very well, Guardian. If future you is the one opening the portals, then we can proceed with monitoring and documenting the process, as we discussed."

Ahsoka's hand slid from his arm to his back, her touch reassuring. "Guardian, if you're sure about this, then we'll support you. But we need to have a plan in place. What exactly do you need from us?"

"A milkshake. Oreo, hehe. I need your love, darling. I haven't hugged you in a day, Ahsoka. Doc, I'll wear whatever I need to, but I'd like to hit the mess hall now and inform the Admiral. He might want to cancel the plan, or he may watch the footage and hear from Halsey," Bubba said, his tone lightening as he shifted to more immediate, tangible needs.

Ahsoka's lips curved into a soft smile, her eyes reflecting a mix of amusement and affection. "A milkshake, huh? Well, I can't argue with that. And I could certainly use a hug." She stepped closer, wrapping her arms around him, her voice a gentle whisper. "I'm here for you, Guardian. Always."

Dr. Emily nodded, her expression serious but understanding. "I'll prepare the monitoring devices and ensure they're ready for your next... encounter. I'll also brief the Admiral on the situation. He'll want to be informed, and I'll make sure he understands the gravity and potential of this new development." She began packing away her equipment, her movements efficient. "You're right to want to inform him, Guardian. This changes everything we know about the Banished threat, and potentially, the war itself."

"Alright, thanks doc, I'll be seeing you. Ahsoka, let's bounce, baby," Bubba said.

Ahsoka smiled softly at him as he finished talking with Dr. Emily, her hand still resting lightly on his back. "I'm with you, Guardian. Let's head to the mess hall and see about that milkshake."

As they both left the medical bay, Ahsoka's arm naturally draped over his shoulders, pulling him in close.

"Ok, I just messaged Halsey to have her inform the admiral, so we're a go for the milkshake. Could you invite our friends?" he asked.

Ahsoka's smile widened at his request, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Of course, Guardian. I'll message the others and have them meet us at the mess hall. I'm sure they'll be just as eager for a milkshake break as we are."

As they made their way through the winding corridors of the Infinity, Ahsoka's hand remained on his shoulder, her touch a comforting presence. The bustling activity of the ship surrounded them with crew members hurrying to and fro, the hum of machinery, the occasional announcement over the intercom. But amidst the chaos, there was a sense of camaraderie, of shared purpose.

They entered the mess hall, their arms still draped over each other as they made their way to a corner table. The usual chatter of the crew faded into the background as several people noticed their entrance, including Master Chief, who raised his cup in acknowledgment from a nearby table. As they settled into their seats, the clatter of trays and the hum of conversation continued around them, but the atmosphere felt charged with anticipation. Bubba nodded back at Master Chief, a silent understanding passing between them.

Ahsoka leaned in, her voice a soft murmur, "You know, I've always found it fascinating how different cultures have their own versions of comfort food. For me, it's always been a good bowl of risotto. For you, it's a milkshake. It's funny how something so simple can bring so much joy."

He chuckled, leaning back in his chair as he surveyed the room. Subaru, Emilia, Beatrice, Rem, and Garfiel entered the mess hall, with Ratchet right behind them. The door slid open with a soft hiss, and the group made their way over to their table, smiles on their faces as they spotted them.

"Guardian, Ahsoka," Subaru greeted, taking a seat across from them. "It's good to see you both. I heard you had a battle with the Elites and Prometheans and the Banished!"

"Hey guys, great to see you all." Bubba leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "Yeah, it was quite the fight. I'm glad to be here having a milkshake with you instead of being there."

Ahsoka's hand found his under the table, giving it a gentle squeeze. "We were just talking about how different cultures find comfort in different foods. Guardian here seems to find great solace in milkshakes, especially the Oreo flavor."

Subaru's eyes lit up with interest, "They got Oreo here?! I'll take one too."

"Good to see you, Garfiel. What happened to Julius?" Bubba asked.

Garfiel smiled big as usual. "He's on a mission. That's some fancy armor you got there, 'Guardian'. I leave for a couple days and you get portal powers? Well then I've got to fight too, get some more power myself. The allies got troops protecting the mansion. So my amazing self is here to help again!"

"Glad to hear it. Sure could have used you in my last fight. Had to portal out. A Brute was after me specifically," Bubba replied.

Garfiel's face contorted with genuine concern. "I'm so sorry I couldn't be there, Guardian! Those Banished bastards. They're just so... annoying." He tapped his chin thoughtfully. "But hey, at least you have your amazing portaling ability. That's way cooler than anything I could do."

Ahsoka squeezed his hand again under the table, her touch warm and comforting. "We all wish we could have been there with you, Guardian. But at least you came through it safely." She turned to Subaru with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Although, I bet this one would have enjoyed seeing you take on a Brute in close quarters. Right, Subaru?"

"That's right, I have taken on two or three Brutes myself. Even trained with the Arbiter," Bubba stated.

Subaru's eyes widened with a mix of surprise and admiration. "The Arbiter, huh? That's impressive. I've heard stories about his combat prowess. He's a tough nut to crack, but I'm sure you gave as good as you got." He leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. "I bet you could give him a run for his money now, with those new powers of yours."

Ratchet, who had been quietly listening, chimed in, his voice a deep rumble. "Speaking of powers, I've been tinkering with some of that Forerunner tech you brought back. It's fascinating stuff, but it's also a bit... unpredictable."

"Halsey has you working on the device, Ratchet? I'm surprised she let you take a break," Bubba said.

Ratchet chuckled, his mechanical features whirring softly. "Ah, you know Dr. Halsey. She's a brilliant mind, but she can be a bit... demanding at times. We had to run a scan, so I've got a few minutes." Ratchet leaned in, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. "But between you and me, Guardian, I think she's got a soft spot for you. She's been asking about your progress, making sure you're... coping alright with all this newfound power."

Subaru nodded sagely, as if he was privy to some great secret. "Ah, I see. Well, that's good to know. It's important to have someone looking out for you, especially in times like these."

Garfiel, ever the optimist, piped up with a grin. "And we're all here for you too, Guardian! We may not have the same powers as you, but we've got your back."

"Garfiel, I'd kill to have your powers, man. But I'm glad you approve of my own," Bubba said.

Garfiel grinned, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, you know what they say, 'Different strokes for different folks.' Your powers are pretty amazing, Guardian. I mean, portaling through time and space? That's some serious stuff right there. I'd be happy to trade places if I could do that."

Ahsoka chimed in, her voice thoughtful, "It's true, Guardian's powers are unique, and they come with their own set of challenges. But you're handling them remarkably well, considering everything you've been through."

"Emilia, Rem, thanks for the healing earlier," Bubba said.

Emilia blushed slightly at the mention, her gentle demeanor warming the room. "Oh, it was my pleasure, Guardian. Your wellbeing is important to all of us." She placed a comforting hand on his arm, her touch imbued with a faint magical glow. "Just remember to take care of yourself, especially with these new abilities. They're powerful, but they can also be overwhelming if you're not careful."

Subaru, who had been quiet for a moment, suddenly perked up. "Speaking of which, I've been meaning to ask you about those portal powers, Guardian. How do you control them exactly? Is it like, opening a door or more like stepping into a gateway?"

"It's like stepping into a dream. Or bringing a dream here," Bubba explained.

Rem, who had been quietly observing the conversation, leaned forward, his eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and concern. "That's a profound way to put it, Guardian. It reminds me of the old tales where heroes would step into other realms, guided by dreams and visions. But tell me, how do you navigate these dreams? Do you see a path, or is it more like a maze you have to figure out?"

"I seek out connections. Islands of stability in the infinite. Things. Places. People," he replied.

Ahsoka nodded thoughtfully, her eyes reflecting a mix of admiration and concern. "That's a powerful way to put it, Guardian. Seeking out connections, finding stability amidst the infinite... it's a lot like what we Jedi do, in a way. We look for the light, the balance, in a galaxy that can often feel so vast and overwhelming."

She leaned back in her chair, her gaze drifting to the stars visible through the viewport. "But I can only imagine how much more intense and disorienting it must be for you, with these new powers. It's like you're stepping into a whole other dimension, a realm beyond our understanding."

"So how are all of you doing?" Bubba asked, shifting the focus to his friends.

Emilia's smile faltered slightly, a brief shadow crossing her face. "Well, I'm managing. It's just been... challenging lately, with everything going on." She looked to Rem and Subaru, who exchanged meaningful glances.

Subaru spoke up, his voice laced with concern. "We've been dealing with our own stuff, Guardian. There are still some loose ends from our adventure that we're working through." He hesitated, then added, "And we worry about you too. All this new power, the responsibility... it's a lot to handle."

Rem nodded solemnly, his usual cheerful demeanor muted. "Indeed. We're here for you, Guardian, as always."

"Your adventure? Don't tell me those bastards are here... the Witch Cult," Bubba said, his tone turning serious.

Emilia's eyes widened at the mention, a shudder running through her slender frame. She looked to Rem and Subaru, who both tensed visibly. Rem's usually jovial expression darkened, his knuckles white as he gripped the edge of the table.

Subaru's voice was low and intense as he leaned forward. "We haven't found any concrete evidence for it yet."

"Well, let me know if I can help. Now, I don't know what to say. So do y'all wanna hear about my battle?" he offered, steering the conversation back to a safer, if still intense, topic.

Emilia's face lit up with a mix of relief and gratitude, her eyes glistening. "Thank you, Guardian. Your support means more to us than you know. We'll definitely keep you in the loop if we uncover anything more." She took a deep breath, composing herself before nodding encouragingly. "And yes, we'd love to hear about your battle. Tell us everything."
Subaru leaned in, his usual mischievous grin returning as he clapped a hand on Bubba's shoulder. "Yeah, man. Lay it on us."

"Imagine this. New armor, short notice. And a Pelican ride. Under fire, I jump from the bay and my jets help me land. I get overwhelmed because they've allied the Prometheans, so I portal to the Elite compound we're defending. None other than my friend Reth was there. He led me to the artifacts and tablets while we fought Prometheans. But it was a trap. Prometheans teleported in and we had a hard fight. I was injured mildly, as y'all saw. The remaining Elites joined us in a circle as the Banished came from the doorways to surround us. I put my hands on the artifact and summon a huge portal for the Arbiter's ship to come through the blockade and rain down fire. Surrounded, I made another portal below us and we fell into the Arbiter's ship," Bubba recounted.

Emilia listened intently, her face a picture of awe and concern. "That's incredible, Guardian. You used your powers so creatively, and in such a high-stakes situation. I can't even imagine the adrenaline rush." She shook her head, marveling at the tale.

Subaru whistled appreciatively, his eyes wide. "Dude, that's some next-level stuff. Portaling an entire ship? That's like something out of a sci-fi movie." He clapped him on the back with newfound respect. "You really are something special, Guardian. No wonder the Banished are after you so bad. They must be terrified of what you can do."

Rem leaned forward, his curiosity clearly piqued. "I'm interested in how you perceive and interact with these portals, Bubba. Do they feel tangible like windows into other realms? What's it like to move through space in that way? Is it similar to teleportation, or does it involve some kind of transition phase?"

Ahsoka nodded thoughtfully, her fingers absently tracing the hilt of her lightsaber. "What Rem said, Guardian. The mechanics are as intriguing as the strategy."

"It's like a tear, a rip, and you just fall in and you're somewhere else. Like a plane ride, I guess, but instant," Bubba explained.

Emilia tilted her head, trying to comprehend the concept. "It's so strange. To think, just a second ago you were here, and now you could be thousands of miles away."

Subaru whistled, shaking his head in awe. "Damn, man. That's some serious sci-fi stuff. I'm just glad we can still see and talk to you." He leaned forward, speaking in a conspiratorial whisper. "You gonna teach me to portal sometime? I bet I'd look great on a beach in Mexico."

Rem's brow furrowed thoughtfully. "It's incredible how your powers seem to be expanding. First portal creation, then telekinesis, now teleportation."

"Right, apparently I have special genes, go figure, haha. Garf, you should get to know the Sangheili, they're totally your style. Maybe you could earn some cool armor too?" Bubba suggested.

Garfiel's eyes lit up at the mention of the Sangheili, his interest clearly piqued. "Oh, absolutely, Guardian. I've been fascinated by their culture and combat prowess. I'd love to get to know them better and maybe even earn some of their iconic armor. I bet it would look fantastic on me." He flexed his muscles playfully, grinning widely.

Ratchet chimed in, his voice a mix of curiosity and excitement. "You know, I've heard stories about the Sangheili. They're fierce warriors, but they also have a strong sense of honor. It would be fun to fight alongside them."

Ahsoka nodded in agreement, her expression thoughtful. "Indeed. The Sangheili's dedication to combat and tradition aligns well with what you've built in yourself, Garfiel. Their armor would certainly complement your already impressive physical prowess."

Subaru raised an eyebrow, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "So, are you going to become some kind of cross-cultural Spartan-Sangheili fusion warrior now, Garfiel? Because I gotta say, that's one hell of a power-up. You might give even the Banished a run for their money."

Emilia looked at Garfiel, a fond smile on her face. "Oh, I'd love to see that, Garf."

"I'll ask Reth to spar with you, Garf. Let me send a message here, I gotta find the Sangheili in this pad here," Bubba said, pulling out a data pad.

16.2 Sparring Garfiel VS Reth

Garfiel's eyes sparkled with excitement and anticipation. "That would be amazing, Guardian. I can't wait to see what I can learn from them. And who knows, maybe I'll pick up some new tricks to add to my repertoire." He rubbed his hands together eagerly, already envisioning the intense training sessions.

Ratchet, ever the practical one, chimed in, "Just make sure to keep us updated on what you find out. We might be able to integrate some of their technology into our own systems. It could be a game-changer in our fight against the Banished."

"You're welcome to study my armor when I'm not in battle, Ratchet, just let me know where it is all the time, please, hehe," Bubba offered.

Ratchet grinned, appreciating the offer. "Thanks, Guardian. I'll make sure to keep track of it. Who knows what kind of tech we can reverse-engineer from that suit of yours. It could give us an edge in future battles."

Beatrice, who had been quietly listening, spoke up, her voice soft yet determined. "I've been thinking about what you said earlier, Guardian. About the potential witch cult threat. I want to help, in fact. I have some experience with the arcane, and I might be able to provide some insights or even assistance if needed."

Ahsoka turned to Beatrice, her expression serious. "That would be greatly appreciated, Beatrice. Any information or help you can provide would be invaluable."

"I think we should ask the fleet to scan the planet again for humans. If we can find them, if they exist. Ah, Reth has responded, Garf... he says he is taking a ship over as we speak. The Arbiter wanted to speak with Lasky personally... probably about the artifact... it's supposed to be classified," Bubba relayed, looking up from the data pad.

Garfiel's eyes widened with excitement at the news of Reth's imminent arrival. "Wow, that's incredible! I can't wait to meet him in person and get started on the training. I've heard so many stories about the Sangheili and their warrior traditions."

Ratchet, ever the inquisitive scientist, leaned in with a keen interest. "An artifact that the Arbiter finds so classified... that's quite intriguing. It could be an ancient Forerunner relic or something even older. We should definitely keep an eye on that situation."

Ahsoka nodded, her brow furrowed in thought. "Indeed, the Arbiters' involvement suggests this artifact is of significant importance."

"You guys wanna watch Garf and Reth have a spar?" Bubba asked.

The group eagerly agreed to watch the impending spar between Garfiel and Reth. Emilia and Subaru particularly seemed excited, with Emilia practically bouncing in her seat. "Oh, this is going to be amazing! I can't wait to see what happens. Garf's gotten so much stronger lately, and with Sangheili training... this could be incredible!"

Beatrice nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, I would very much like to observe, I suppose. The Sangheili are masters of hand-to-hand combat, and Garfiel's prowess has already, eh, mildly impressed me. This could be enlightening, I suppose."

Ratchet leaned forward, a grin spreading across his face. "You bet we do, Guardian. I wouldn't miss this for anything."

"Well, let's bounce then, gang. It's great to be with you guys. Let's head to the holodeck so Garf can use his earth magic and stuff," Bubba said, leading the way.

The group moved excitedly to the holodeck, eager to witness the impending battle. As they walked, Subaru fell into step beside him, his face tense. "Guardian, I know we've talked about this before, but I really need to say it again: be careful. Your powers are incredible, but they're also dangerous. That portal incident, it could have gone so wrong."

Emilia nodded in agreement, her usual cheerful demeanor subdued. "He's right. We care about you, you know. All of us do. Your safety matters to us, and that's why we worry." Beatrice, who'd been unusually quiet, finally spoke up. "I agree with them."

"I'm trying, guys, I really am. I've got monitors on me the doc is watching," Bubba assured them.

Ahsoka, who had been silently observing the conversation, stepped forward. "The monitors are a good start, Guardian, but we need to do more. Your powers are growing too fast, and we're not fully understanding the effects." She placed a hand on his shoulder, her face set in a firm but kind expression.

They stepped into the holodeck, the air shimmering with an ethereal glow as the simulation activated. The environment morphed around them, transforming the sterile white space into a lush, emerald forest, complete with towering trees, vibrant flora, and the melodic chirping of exotic birds.

Garfiel stepped up beside him, his eyes widening as he took in the stunning surroundings. The young mage's face lit up with excitement, a soft laugh escaping his lips. "Wow... this is incredible! I can feel the mana flowing through this place, just brimming with it!"

"It's using your brain to make the world react as you think it should. So yes, you can use all your magic here, it just won't technically be real, I think. I guess that means you have infinite mana here, Garf! You could practice as long as you'd like!" Bubba explained.

Garfiel's eyes sparkled with excitement as he took in the implications. "Infinite mana? That's... that's amazing! I've never had the chance to train like this before." He turned to Reth, who had joined them in the holodeck, his Sangheili armor gleaming under the dappled sunlight filtering through the virtual canopy. "Reth, are you ready for this? I promise I won't hold back."

Reth's voice was a deep rumble, his eyes fixed on Garfiel with a mix of respect and anticipation. "I would expect nothing less, young one. Let us see what you have learned and how you can adapt to new challenges."

Bubba clasped Reth's forearm. "Good to see you in one piece, Reth. That fight left me messed up; the artifact caused my DNA to change."

Reth clasped his forearm in return, his grip surprisingly gentle for such a formidable warrior. "You honor me, Guardian. It is good to see you standing before me as well. Though I must ask - what manner of change? The Sangheili are no strangers to biological enhancement, but this seems unprecedented."

Beatrice listened intently, clearly fascinated. "Biological changes? That could have some fascinating effects on spellcasting ability. If it's affecting your DNA, the way you perceive and interact with mana might be altered as well, I suppose."

"Well, when you two are ready, let's rumble," Bubba said.

Reth and Garfiel took their positions, with Garfiel's foot ready to shoot the earth at Reth with his magic. "I'm not sure how this will work in a holodeck simulation," Garfiel admitted, his brow furrowing in concentration, "but here goes nothing!"

With a sweep of his foot, the forest floor erupted, walls of solid earth racing towards Reth. However, the Sangheili warrior deftly dodged, using his enhanced agility to evade the attack. "Your reflexes are honed nicely, young Garfiel," he noted with approval. Reth quickly countered, unleashing a devastating kick that caught Garfiel off-guard. The young mage stumbled backward, caught off-balance.

"You're right, Reth," he said breathlessly, already working to stabilize himself. "I didn't account for how different this simulated environment would feel."

The two fighters began their dance, Reth's superior martial arts and combat experience clashing against Garfiel's raw magical talent. Garfiel, regaining his footing, summoned a barrier of solidified dirt, deflecting Reth's next strike. "This is different, but it's exhilarating!" he exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with newfound determination. "I can feel the mana responding to my will, even in this simulated world."

Reth nodded, his expression serious. "Indeed, the holodeck amplifies your abilities, but it also requires precision and control. You must adapt, young one."

As the battle raged on, Bubba watched with a mix of admiration and concern. The clash of magic and martial arts was a sight to behold, but his mind was elsewhere. His thoughts drifted to his new powers and their implications. The recent battle at the Sangheili outpost had left him questioning his role in this conflict. The Arbiter's talk with Lasky could determine if he came into contact with the artifact again.

As the battle between Garfiel and Reth reached a lull, both fighters taking a moment to catch their breath, his mind continued to wander. He shook his head slightly, trying to clear his thoughts and refocus on the present. "Reth, Garfiel, you two are putting on quite the show," he said, his voice steady despite the turmoil in his mind.

"Use your beast strength, Garf! Let him have it!" Bubba called out.

Garfiel grinned at his encouragement, his eyes narrowing with renewed focus. "You're right, Guardian," he said, his voice echoing with newfound determination. "Let's see what I can really do."

With a swift motion, Garfiel raised his hand, it turning into a giant glowing paw, and swiped hard at Reth.

Reth, caught off-guard by the sudden display of raw magical power, barely managed to dodge the massive swipe. The simulated forest around them shuddered from the impact, virtual trees splintering and collapsing. Garfiel's eyes blazed with an otherworldly light as he channeled more mana into his spell.

"You've tapped into something powerful, Garfiel," Reth remarked, his voice tinged with a mix of admiration and caution. "But raw power alone is not enough. You must learn to control it, to wield it with precision and purpose."

Garfiel nodded, his expression intense as he focused on maintaining the massive paw. "I understand, Reth." Bubba watched as Garfiel's paw continued to glow and shimmer with arcane energy, the air around him crackling with barely contained power. Reth, ever the skilled warrior, moved with fluid grace, his eyes never leaving Garfiel's form. He could sense the young mage's growing command over his abilities, but also the potential for disaster if that control slipped.

"You're doing well, Garfiel," Reth said, his voice steady and encouraging. "But remember, in the heat of battle, you must remain focused. A moment's distraction could lead to catastrophe, both for yourself and those around you."

Garfiel's expression tightened, a flicker of concern crossing his features.

"Sub, who do you have winning this? My money's on young Garf," Bubba said, placing his bet.

Subaru chuckled at his wager, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oh, I don't know, Guardian. Reth is a formidable opponent, and he has the advantage of experience. But Garfiel's raw power and potential are undeniable."

He leaned in closer, his voice lowering conspiratorially. "I must admit, I'm tempted to put my credits on him as well. There's something special about him."

Ahsoka, who had been observing the match with keen interest, spoke up. "Garfiel's growth has been impressive. He's come a long way since we first met him."

Garfiel's eyes narrowed in concentration, the glow around his massive paw intensifying. Reth, undeterred, launched into a series of lightning-fast strikes, his blade flashing as it weaved an intricate pattern of defense and counterattack. The clash of the energy blade on Garf's magic steel shields echoed through the holodeck, the simulated forest trembling under the force of their duel.

"I must agree with Subaru and Ahsoka," Emilia chimed in, her voice soft but filled with conviction. "Garfiel's potential is immense. But raw power alone will not determine the victor today."

Rem, her eyes wide with fascination, nodded in agreement. "It's not just about power, is it?" "It's about control," Beatrice added, her voice low and thoughtful. "Garfiel's magic is raw and wild, but with practice and discipline, he could channel it with great precision."

As if to prove her point, Garfiel suddenly leaped into the air, his massive paw swinging in a wide arc. Reth, anticipating the attack, somersaulted backward, narrowly avoiding the swipe. The paw slammed into the simulated ground, a crater forming and virtual trees shattering from the impact.

"You're getting stronger, young one," Reth called out, his voice strained but filled with grudging respect. "But you must learn to anticipate, to read your opponent's movements."

"Garf! Get in close! Use your speed and size!" Bubba called out.

Garfiel, his face set in a determined expression, immediately responded to the advice. With a burst of speed that surprised even Reth, he closed the distance, his massive paw swinging in a series of rapid, powerful strikes. The young mage's movements were surprisingly agile for his size, each strike carrying the full force of his magical strength.

Reth, caught off guard by the sudden shift in tactics, was forced to defend more aggressively, his energy blade flashing in a dazzling display of defensive maneuvers. The clash of magical energy and plasma filled the air, and the simulated forest around them quaked under the force of their battle.

Reth, his breath coming in steady, controlled gasps, began to adapt to Garfiel's new strategy. He used his superior agility and experience to dodge and weave around the powerful strikes, his blade moving in a blur of motion. The Sangheili warrior's eyes narrowed as he assessed Garfiel's movements, looking for any opening to exploit.

"You're learning, young one," Reth acknowledged, his voice tight with focus. "But remember, power is not everything. Precision, timing, and strategy are what will make you a true warrior."

Garfiel, fueled by a mix of adrenaline and determination, pushed himself even harder. His massive paw glowed brighter as he channeled more magical energy, the very air around him crackling with raw power. With a powerful thrust, he managed to land a glancing blow on Reth's shoulder, leaving a small scorch mark on the Sangheili's armor.

Reth staggered back slightly, clearly affected by the hit. "Impressive," he grunted, his respect for Garfiel growing. "But you're still telegraphing your moves. A true warrior must learn to hide his intent until the last possible moment."

The Sangheili warrior's blade suddenly flashed with a brilliant blue energy, and in a blur of motion, he launched a counterattack, his movements now perfectly synchronized with Garfiel's. As the simulated battle reached its climax, the air in the holodeck shimmered with the intensity of the magical energy and plasma being unleashed. Garfiel, his massive paw glowing with a blinding white light, faced off against Reth, whose energy blade pulsed with an equally brilliant blue hue. The two warriors, locked in a deadly dance of power and precision, circled each other warily, each seeking an opening to exploit.

"I must admit," Reth said, his voice barely audible over the crackling energy surrounding them, "you have come further than I expected, young one."

"This is it," Bubba said, munching on popcorn he'd summoned from the holodeck.

Garfiel's eyes widened slightly at his comment, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he rumbled, his voice a deep, resonant growl.

The popcorn materialized in Bubba's hand, a small, but welcome, distraction from the intense battle unfolding before him.

Reth, ever the stoic warrior, didn't break his focus but acknowledged his presence with a slight nod. "This is a good lesson for you, young one. Your opponent's distraction is your opportunity."

The battle reached its final moments, with Garfiel and Reth locked in a dance of power and precision. The young mage's massive paw glowed with an intense, white-hot light as he channeled his full power, while Reth's energy blade pulsed with a brilliant blue hue. Their movements became increasingly precise and calculated, each seeking the perfect moment to strike. The air crackled with tension as they prepared for their final exchange.

Garfiel, his eyes locked onto Reth, took a deep breath, his massive chest expanding with the effort. "I won't hold back," he growled, his voice echoing through the simulated forest. "This is my chance to prove myself."

Reth, his stance steady and unyielding, nodded solemnly. "And I will not go easy on you. This is a battle, not a sparring match. Show me what you are made of, young one."

With a roar that shook the very foundations of the holodeck, half a dozen pillars of solid earth came racing towards Reth. Meanwhile, Garfiel lunged forward, his massive paw glowing with an intense, white-hot light.

The simulated forest quaked as Garfiel's earthen pillars slammed into Reth, the Sangheili warrior barely managing to deflect them with his energy blade. At the same time, Garfiel lunged forward, his massive paw glowing with an intense, white-hot light. Reth, his blade flashing with a brilliant blue energy, met Garfiel's attack head-on, the clash of magical energy and plasma sending a shockwave through the holodeck.

The two warriors collided with a thunderous impact, their powers erupting in a blinding flash of light. As the flash faded, it was clear that Garfiel's massive paw had made contact with Reth's energy blade, creating a brilliant fusion of magic and plasma. The impact was so severe that both warriors were forced to take several steps back, leaving scorched footprints on the simulated forest floor. Garfiel's eyes blazed with a fierce light, while Reth's stance remained unbroken, his energy blade still pulsing with intense power.

"That was impressive, young one," Reth said, his voice tinged with genuine respect. "You've shown remarkable growth in a short time." He raised his blade, pointing it at Garfiel. "But remember, true strength comes from control, not just raw power."

"Wait? Is it a draw?!" Bubba called out.

The shimmering energy field faded, the crackle and pop of discharged power giving way to an almost tangible silence. In the fading afterglow of the titanic clash, two forms stood opposite one another. Reth's armor was scorch-marked and pitted, bearing testimony to the relentless onslaught he'd weathered, his blade wavering as the last embers of blue flame guttered and faded. Before him, Garfiel stood similarly marred—scorches blackened the ground where he'd planted his feet, gouges littered the earth in his wake, and a deep gouge marred one arm.

"Awesome, guys! Do y'all need a medic?" Bubba asked.

Garfiel snorted, smoke curling from his nostrils. "Bah! Just a few scrapes and scorch marks. Nothing that a good polish won't fix." He looked over, a sly grin tugging at his lips. "See? I told you I was a quick study. Maybe the old man should stop underestimating me."

Reth lowered his blade with a soft chime, his posture still impeccable despite the rigors of the match. "The young pup shows great promise and a fiery will to match his power. However..." He trained his gaze on Garfiel, his voice heavy with meaning. "However," Reth intoned, his voice low and serious, "such a will is a double-edged blade. Unchecked, it can lead a warrior to ruin, to glory and oblivion in equal measure." He tapped the side of his helmet, his gaze unwavering. "You fought well, and I am pleased by your progress. But I urge you—guard your pride and your power with equal care. For when one is mighty, the path to hubris is ever so tempting."

Garfiel shifted, his bulk settling with a solid thump, and the uncertainty in his eyes, the young mage's bravado momentarily dimmed. But he nodded, the gesture stilted but earnest.

Subaru cheered for the warriors, Emilia and Rem clapping, while Beatrice gave a subtle nod.

Reth gave a curt nod. "You have earned some respite after that performance." He sheathed his energy sword with a melodic chime. "Perhaps we shall find some refreshments while the young ones continue to sharpen their skills."

He turned to stride from the arena, his movements graceful for all their economy. Bubba moved to join him, and the two of them exited the sim chamber together.
As the portal slid shut behind them, they could hear the muffled crash of a building collapsing in Garfiel's wake.

They exited the holodeck, stepping into the cool, climate-controlled corridor beyond. The air was thick with the smell of ozone and something else - the unmistakable tang of overtaxed magical energy. His enhanced senses picked up the thrum of power still coursing through Garfiel's body, like a live wire.

"Well," Reth began, his voice carrying an undertone of dry amusement, "I do not believe I have ever had to fight quite so... enthusiastically before. The young one's power is truly remarkable, even by Sangheili standards." He glanced over, his helmet's faceplate reflecting the corridor's fluorescent lights.

"Heh, I warned you. Garfiel's got a knack for that sort of thing," Bubba chuckled, falling into step beside the ancient Sangheili. "Makes him one hell of an asset on the battlefield, though."

Reth's chuckle was a low rumble. "Indeed. And I daresay his power will only continue to grow." He paused, his armor whirring faintly as he turned to face him. "Speaking of power... I cannot help but notice the changes in your aura, Guardian. The artifact has touched you, yes?"

"Yes, I've been having some interesting experiences with it. Seems to be accelerating my evolution or something." He gestured to his new armor, which now had a faint, ethereal glow to it. "It's like I'm tapping into a whole new dimension of reality or something. The universe feels... different now. More alive, more connected."

Reth's posture stiffened, his helmet tilting slightly as he regarded him. "Be careful, Guardian. Such power, when not properly understood or controlled, can be as much a curse as a blessing." He placed a hand on his shoulder, his grip firm and reassuring. "The path you walk now is one few have trodden."

"I have a code I stick to myself, Reth. I won't let anyone down, not without a hell of a fight."

Reth's helmet tilted, his posture relaxing slightly at the words. "Your words are well-spoken, Guardian. But remember - the greatest battles are often those we fight within ourselves." He released his shoulder, stepping back with a fluid motion. "The path you walk now is one of great responsibility. Your powers, while formidable, are still new and untamed. Like a young warrior with a blade, you must learn to wield them with precision and control, lest they turn upon you."

He nodded, his enhanced senses picking up the subtle shift in the air around Reth as the warrior gathered himself. "I understand. I've been working on that, actually. Meditation, breathing exercises, that sort of thing. I've got to speak with the admirals, Reth. I hope we fight side by side again soon."

Reth dipped his helmet in a curt nod of acknowledgment, his posture conveying a mix of respect and anticipation. "As do I, Guardian. I have no doubt that our paths will cross again, and sooner rather than later." He glanced down the corridor, his sensors no doubt picking up the movement of the other allies within the UNSC Infinity's vast halls. "Until then, I shall hone my craft and prepare myself for the challenges to come."

With that, the ancient Sangheili strode back into the holodeck to provide insights to the gang, his footsteps echoing through the corridor like the measured tread of destiny itself. Bubba watched him go, feeling a sense of camaraderie and shared purpose that transcended the boundaries of species and background.

"And now I get to convince the admirals I'm going to time travel to save our operation... fun," he muttered to himself.

Reth's laughter echoed through the corridor as he continued on his way, the sound fading gradually into the background hum of the Infinity's systems. He watched him go for a moment, a smile tugging at the corners of his mandibles.

The admirals... now there was a challenge he'd been putting off. Time travel? It was a tough enough sell when it was a work of fiction, but in the real world... he could already hear Admiral Lasky's response: "Absolutely not. This isn't a plot device for your story, it's a military operation with very real stakes and potential consequences."

He headed to the admirals right away.

16.3 Past, Present, Future

As he made his way through the Infinity's corridors, the usual bustle of the ship surrounded him. He caught glimpses of UNSC marines in their iconic armor, some of them eyeing his new gear with curiosity or suspicion. The ambient noise of the ship's systems mingled with the chatter and footsteps of its crew.

When he reached the admiral's office, he found not just Admiral Lasky, but also Captain Picard, Captain Cutter, and holograms of Thrawn and Yularen. "Oh boy," he mumbled.

Admiral Lasky's face darkened as he noticed his approach. "Guardian. I was hoping to speak with you about the recent Banished incident. Your report was... incomplete." His tone carried an edge of disapproval, and Bubba could see the other admirals shifting in their seats, clearly expecting a difficult conversation.

Captain Cutter leaned forward, his scarred face set in a stern expression. "Time travel? That's a hell of a proposition, even for you, Guardian. What makes you think you can pull this off without catastrophic consequences?" His words were laced with skepticism, but Bubba detected a note of curiosity beneath it.

"I can demonstrate again if you'd like. I believe Halsey should have sent you the data, however. Here's the rundown. I can do this now, or in the future. If I do it now... I'm told it could hurt me. The Banished fleet is attacking either way. We can make a new formation or plan B, or we can trust our future selves. As someone with past selves and split lives... I choose to trust the future Bubba, and the future people I see before me right now," he explained.

Admiral Lasky's eyebrows raised as he processed his words, his fingers drumming against the desk. "Dr. Halsey's data is... concerning. Time travel is a theoretical concept at best, and a dangerous one at that." He leaned back in his chair, studying him intently. "However, your unique situation with multiple selves... it does lend credibility to your claim."

Captain Cutter interjected, his face darkening. "But what if this 'future Bubba' is wrong? What if the Banished have already won?" His scarred hand clenched into a fist on the table. "We can't risk everything on a gamble, no matter how confident you are."

"Well, I could... I will open the portals myself. I've gotten an upgrade, so to speak. I don't think it will kill me, at least. And a lot of people will die if we fail today. I don't have to tell you guys that, um, sirs," Bubba stated, his voice firm.

Admiral Lasky's face darkened, his jaw clenching visibly. "You're not listening, Guardian. This isn't a matter of bravery or sacrifice - it's about the safety of this entire operation and potentially the future of the human race." He stood, his frame looming large. "I cannot, in good conscience, allow you to attempt this without proper preparation and oversight."

Captain Cutter rose as well, his scarred face set in a hard line. "You're talking about potentially changing the course of history, Guardian. We can't afford to take that risk lightly, no matter how urgent the situation seems." He exchanged a meaningful look with Admiral Lasky, who nodded grimly.

"Well, I've made a lot of plans up till now. Let's hear what y'all got, and maybe I can help a little?" Bubba offered, trying to steer the conversation toward a collaborative solution.

Admiral Lasky's expression softened slightly as he considered his words. "Very well, Guardian. I appreciate your willingness to work with us on this." He gestured for him to take a seat at the table, and the other admirals followed suit, their faces a mix of concern and curiosity.

Captain Picard, his voice steady and measured, spoke up, "We have been discussing potential strategies to counter the Banished fleet. However, your proposal adds a new layer of complexity to our plans." He leaned forward, his eyes sharp and focused. "If we proceed with this time-travel mission, we must ensure that it aligns with our broader objectives. The Federation has a long history of dealing with temporal anomalies, and we cannot afford to create more."

Thrawn, his holographic form flickering slightly, added, "The Chiss Ascendancy has encountered similar challenges. The key to success lies in meticulous planning and understanding the potential ramifications."

Admiral Lasky nodded in agreement, his voice grave. "We need to consider every possible outcome. If we proceed with this mission, we must have a contingency plan in place. The fate of countless lives hangs in the balance, and we cannot afford to act recklessly."

Captain Cutter leaned in, his voice a low growl. "We need to know the specifics of your plan, Guardian. How do you intend to travel through time? What are the risks involved? And most importantly, how do you plan to ensure that the Banished fleet is neutralized?"
Bubba took a deep breath, his mind racing with the details.

"As I told Lasky, I'll have one portal bring our allies in, and another facing the Banished. They will think it's one portal and wait for our allies to reach them, but instead, I'll toss that portal over their fleet and poof, they are gone. That's my plan, Coin Flip. As for the future, I've already transported multiple ships and a fleet," he explained.

Admiral Lasky stroked his chin, his eyes narrowing as he processed the explanation. "So, you're proposing to use your portals as both a means of transportation and a weapon. A bold strategy, but it comes with significant risks." He turned to the other admirals, his voice measured. "We need to consider the potential for collateral damage, the possibility of the Banished adapting to this tactic, and the long-term implications of altering the timeline."

Captain Picard nodded thoughtfully, his fingers steepled in front of him. "The Federation has faced temporal distortions before, but never on this scale. We must ensure that the timeline remains stable."

"Thrawn, what do you think?" Bubba asked.

Thrawn's holographic form flickered as he considered the question, his eyes narrowing with a calculating gaze. "Your plan is audacious, Guardian, and it has potential. The element of surprise could indeed prove decisive against the Banished forces." He paused, his voice taking on a more pensive tone. "However, I must echo Admiral Lasky's concerns. The manipulation of time is a delicate and unpredictable art. We must weigh the risks carefully before proceeding."

The holographic Chiss leaned forward, his voice low and intense. "The Banished are a formidable adversary. If we are to neutralize their fleet, we must be certain of our strategy."

"What if the portals spawned it early?! We would know for sure if the plan is working ahead of time, and the Banished fleet is coming anyway," Bubba proposed.

Admiral Lasky leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Your point is well taken, Guardian. If we could spawn the portal early and observe the Banished's response, it would provide valuable intelligence. It would also give us the opportunity to make any necessary adjustments to our plan."

Captain Picard nodded, his eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and trepidation. "We could dispatch reconnaissance ships to monitor the situation from a safe distance. If the Banished do indeed mobilize in response to the early portal, it would validate your strategy and give us a clearer picture of their intentions."

Thrawn's holographic form flickered slightly as he considered the idea. His expression remained stoic, but there was a glimmer of approval in his eyes. "A wise precaution, Captain Picard. Scouting the Banished's reaction to the early portal spawn could provide us with invaluable tactical intelligence. It may also give us a chance to observe their command and control structures and identify potential vulnerabilities."

Admiral Lasky leaned forward, his voice growing more animated. "If the Banished fleet does indeed converge on the portal's location, it would not only validate Guardian's plan but also present an opportunity. We could use that moment of disarray to launch a coordinated counterattack, hitting them from multiple angles while they're focused on the portal."

Yularen, flanked by Anakin and Obi-Wan, spoke up, "Admiral, we have reason to believe that the Banished are working on their own portal technology. This operation could inadvertently alert them to the true nature and extent of the Guardian's abilities."

Lasky nodded gravely. "I was afraid you were going to bring that up. Our intelligence suggests that Atriox and his forces may already be aware that time-travel and portals are in play. Your presence here and now is not entirely unknown, Guardian."

Admiral Lasky turned back to him, his face a picture of concern and caution. "However, the intelligence that Atriox already knows about this changes everything."

The holographic figure of Thrawn flickered, his piercing red eyes fixed intently on him. "If the Banished are indeed aware of the Guardian's temporal abilities, then proceeding with this operation becomes even more critical. The Banished's own portal technology could pose a significant threat to the alliance."

Captain Picard leaned forward, his voice low and urgent. "We must act quickly and decisively. If Atriox gains the upper hand in portal technology, he could use it to strike at the heart of our defenses, cutting off supply lines and isolating key strategic locations."

Admiral Lasky nodded, his expression grave. "Captain Picard is right. We cannot afford to let the Banished gain a technological advantage."

"If the plan works, then we could finally go on the offensive! Hit Atriox where it hurts! Wherever they are experimenting with portal tech! I bet the Monitor could find out!" Bubba exclaimed.

Admiral Lasky's eyebrows raised at the suggestion, interest and concern written across his features. "You make a valid point, Guardian. If we could locate the Banished's portal research facility, it would indeed provide us with a devastating offensive opportunity."

Captain Cutter spoke up, her face set in a stern expression. "However, we must remember that the Banished are masters of deception and misdirection. They could have multiple facilities to throw us off their true base of operations."

Thrawn nodded slowly, his holographic form flickering slightly. "The Banished's commander, Atriox, has shown a predilection for using multiple, decoy facilities as a defense mechanism."

"Thrawn, does that have a pattern you can see? Maybe you could give us a probability for each site?" Bubba asked.

Thrawn's holographic form flickered as he considered the question, his red eyes narrowing in thought. "The Banished's pattern is indeed discernible, though complex. Based on my analysis of their previous operations, I would estimate a 47.2% probability that their true portal research facility is in the system you've identified."

Admiral Lasky leaned forward, his interest piqued. "That's quite specific, Thrawn. What led you to that conclusion?"

Thrawn's face remained impassive, but pride flickered across his features. "The Banished have consistently used a triple-decoy system in the past. They create three false leads, each with plausible evidence of ongoing research. The true facility, however, is the one that exhibits the least outward activity and minimal security presence. Their current portal research shows signs of this pattern, with three suspected facilities in neighboring systems. The most active site, with the highest security presence, is 47.2% likely to be the true location."

Captain Cutter's face set in a stern expression. "We must proceed with extreme caution, then. The Banished could be using this very meeting to gather intelligence and prepare for our potential attack."

Thrawn nodded, his holographic form flickering as he considered this possibility. "Indeed, Captain. The Banished's infiltration capabilities are significant."

"Are there any ship graveyards nearby that site? We could use stealth to plant rockets on them and launch them at the facility from orbit," Bubba suggested.

Admiral Lasky's eyes narrowed at the suggestion, but interest sparked on his face. "Interesting idea, Guardian. But we must be extremely careful to avoid being spotted."

Thrawn spoke, "There are two derelict shipyards near the suspected portal facility. One was a Banished facility before Atriox's takeover, the other is from an earlier battle in the war."

Captain Picard stroked his chin, considering the plan. "If we can infiltrate those shipyards undetected, we could indeed set up a devastating surprise attack. But the key will be stealth and precision."
Captain Cutter nodded, her voice firm. "We'll need a small, skilled team for this operation. Someone who can navigate the derelict shipyards, plant the explosives, and get out before the Banished detect them."

Thrawn's holographic form flickered as he calculated the probabilities. "The success rate of such an operation would depend heavily on the team's ability to remain undetected. I estimate a 65.3% chance of success if executed perfectly."

Yularen added, "The Ghost and Aphelion have already proved they can navigate derelict sites."

Admiral Lasky's face set in a stern expression, but he nodded slowly. "You're right. The Ghost and Aphelion have extensive experience in stealth operations and derelict ship navigation. But we must also consider the risks."

Thrawn's holographic form flickered as he considered the implications. "The Banished's new sensor array technology is based on captured Forerunner prototypes."

"The Monitor could disrupt the Forerunner systems temporarily?" Bubba proposed.

Captain Picard raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the suggestion. "The Monitor? That's an interesting idea, Guardian. If we can disrupt their sensors, even temporarily, it would significantly increase our chances of success."

Isabel, who had been quietly observing the conversation, spoke up. "The Monitor's technology is indeed advanced enough to potentially disrupt Forerunner systems. However, we must be cautious. The Monitor's capabilities are not fully understood, and using him could have unforeseen consequences."

Admiral Lasky leaned back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. "We need to weigh the risks and benefits carefully. If the Monitor can provide the necessary disruption, it could be a game-changer."

"Well, I'm sure Thrawn could whip up a number," Bubba said.

Thrawn's holographic form flickered as he processed the request, his red eyes narrowing in concentration. "Indeed, Guardian. Based on my analysis of the Monitor's capabilities and the Banished's sensor array specifications, I would estimate a 74% chance of successful sensor disruption if the Monitor is deployed within 500 meters of the array."

Admiral Lasky's face set in a stern expression, but he nodded slowly. "That's a significant improvement, but we must still consider the risks. The Banished's response to the Monitor's presence could be unpredictable."

Captain Cutter's voice was firm as she spoke. "We'll need to have a contingency plan in place, just in case things go sideways. And we'll need to keep the Monitor's involvement as classified as possible, to avoid any potential backlash from the Banished or other factions."

Captain Picard stroked his chin, considering the plan. "If we can pull this off, it could be a major blow to the Banished's portal research efforts."

"We could draw out their defensive force in the area with something like the Enterprise? It could also beam a team inside," Bubba suggested, layering another tactic onto the already complex plan.

Captain Cutter's brow furrowed in consideration. "A diversionary tactic with the Enterprise... it could indeed draw out some of the Banished's ground forces and redirect their attention."

Admiral Lasky stroked his chin thoughtfully. "The Enterprise does have the necessary firepower to create a significant diversion." He nodded slowly, his eyes narrowing in concentration. "Very well, Guardian. We'll proceed with this plan, but we must be extremely cautious. The risks are high, but the potential rewards are even higher."

Captain Picard leaned forward, his expression intense. "We'll need to coordinate this operation with the utmost precision. The Enterprise will provide the diversion, while the Ghost and Aphelion teams infiltrate the shipyards and plant the thrusters and explosives."

Thrawn's holographic form flickered as he spoke, his voice measured. "I will assist in the planning and coordination of this operation. My analysis will help ensure that every aspect is accounted for, from the timing of the diversion to the precise placement of the explosives."

Admiral Lasky rose from his chair, his posture firm and confident. "We move forward with the operation, then. I'll coordinate with Captain Picard and the Enterprise crew to prepare for the diversion. Guardian, I trust you to open those portals early so we know what we're facing. Blue Team can lead the infiltration team and ensure this mission is a success. And Thrawn..."

He paused, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Well, you already know what's expected of you, don't you? Use that big head of yours for something more useful than just a hat rack."

Thrawn's holographic form flickered, a brief expression crossing his features—possibly amusement or exasperation. "Of course, Admiral."

"Thanks, sirs. We have something the Banished will never have. And that's something worth fighting for," Bubba said.

Admiral Lasky's face relaxed, and he nodded slowly. "You're right, Guardian. What we have here - this alliance, these technologies, the will to fight for something greater - it's something worth protecting at all costs. But don't forget, we're fighting for more than just our own survival. We're fighting for the future of all sentient life in the galaxy."

Captain Cutter placed a hand on his shoulder, her grip firm and reassuring. "We know you'll do your best, Guardian. That's why we trust you with this mission. Just remember, we're all counting on you some time in the future - and for the Banished's portal research to be in ruins. Guardian, you can be dismissed. We'll take it from here. Focus on your healing so this future you can get the job done."

As he exited the briefing room, the hum of the Infinity's corridors enveloped him, a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere he'd just left behind. He made his way towards his quarters for some much-needed relaxation. He messaged Ahsoka to invite her over or see if she wanted to hang at her place.

Ahsoka: I'd love to come over and spend some time with you. I could use a break from the training room myself. I'll see you soon, okay?

He arrived at his quarters and took a moment to collect his thoughts. The weight of the impending mission hung heavy on his mind, but he pushed it aside for now. He needed this time to rest and recharge.

A short while later, there was a soft knock at his door. He opened it to find Ahsoka standing there, a gentle smile on her face. She stepped inside and wrapped her arms around him in a warm embrace.

Ahsoka sighed, “I'm glad we could have this time together.”

"Ahsoka, I've been wondering. Did you have your chat with Dr. Troi? Even if you still want to wait to do that again. That talk could be important for you," Bubba asked.

Ahsoka pulled back slightly, her expression thoughtful. "I did, actually. It was... enlightening. Dr. Troi helped me see some things about myself that I hadn't fully acknowledged before." She took a deep breath, her gaze drifting to the window overlooking the stars. "It's not an easy thing to confront, but I think it's important. For me, and for our relationship."

She turned back to him, her eyes searching his. "I want to be fully present with you, Bubba. And that means dealing with my past and the things that still haunt me. I know it won't be easy, but I'm willing to try. For you, and for myself."

"Well, I'll be okay with kisses and hugs for a while. But unlike you... I'm not used to risking my life or others every day. It's just been a week..." he admitted.

Ahsoka's face relaxed, a gentle smile forming as she gently cupped his cheek. "Oh, Bubba. You've been through so much in such a short time, haven't you?" She moved closer, her presence warm and reassuring. "You're stronger than you think. Look at everything you've accomplished already, even with this new world you've found yourself in. I know it's overwhelming, but you're doing great."

She hesitated for a moment, then continued. "You know, there's a reason we call you 'Guardian' now. It's because you protect others - and that's not just about wielding a sword or a pistol."

"Yeah, it's been weird being called that. But I did just convince the admirals of 2 plans at once yet again... so maybe I am gifted," he said, a hint of pride breaking through his fatigue.

Ahsoka's laugh was warm and genuine, her green eyes twinkling with amusement. "Gifted? Oh, Bubba. You're far more than gifted. You're extraordinary." She wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him closer. "Did you see the way Admiral Lasky and Captain Cutter were looking at you in that meeting? They trust your instincts, your vision. That's not something just anyone can achieve."

She gave him a soft squeeze. "And don't forget, you've got something they don't - a connection to multiple selves, a unique perspective that spans different worlds and experiences. That's invaluable in a situation like this." She angled her head, studying his face.

"If they send you on one of the missions. I expect a hug first, okay?" Bubba said.

Ahsoka grinned, a mischievous sparkle in her green eyes. She playfully tugged at the collar of his armor, leaning in close. "Deal," she replied, her voice soft and teasing. "But don't think I'm going to go easy on you. When I get back, you better be ready for a real 'guardian' to take charge and show you who's boss."

Her proximity sent a pleasant tingle down his spine. The intimacy was new and thrilling, even more so with the tension of the upcoming missions hanging in the air.
"So what now?" she asked, tilting her head with a curious smirk.

"I need to rest. We can talk. We haven't shared even a few of our stories yet. I want you to know and understand me. It's important to me because of my identity issues, heh," he admitted.

Ahsoka's demeanor softened, her features becoming more serious as she sensed the depth behind his words. "You're right, of course. I'd love to know more about you, about who you are inside and out."

She gently guided him towards a seating area, her hand still resting on the small of his back. As they settled in, she took a seat close by, facing him. "I know it can't be easy, dealing with identity issues in this new, unpredictable world. But I'm here for you, no matter what."

Her hand found his, intertwining their fingers in a comforting grip. "Why don't we start simple?" she suggested. "Tell me about your home, about the world you came from. What did you do for fun there? What made you happy?"

Her green eyes met his, focused and attentive. "I want to know everything - the good, the bad, and the in-between. It'll help me understand you better, and maybe it'll even give us both some perspective on this crazy new life we've stumbled into."

He took a moment to gather his thoughts, squeezing Ahsoka's hand gently as he prepared to open up. "Well, to start, I came from Earth. A relatively normal, boring planet by comparison to all of this." He gestured around them, at the high-tech Infinity ship.

"It's a tier 1 planet, I guess. No stellar infrastructure. Scarcity. Most people are poor. The wealthy hoard everything. We could actually give everyone a good life otherwise. I was poor. I had enough for food and this and that. But not enough to save money. The medical bills... we lived with my mom after we couldn't afford rent. My partner... was sick through much of the year every year. It was really bad at the end... she left me a note... it was dumb and silly, so... her.”

“Then I, Bubba, took over for a bit, like a year. I got a new job and saved a little after getting rid of my car. Our food has almost no nutrients and the entire soil, food, and water supply is poisoned. Our fish all have mercury from acid rain. Like over half of animal life has died in the last 60 years. Our democracy has almost completely fallen to corporations."

Ahsoka listened intently as he shared the darker aspects of life on Earth, her brow furrowed with empathy and concern. When he finished speaking, she leaned forward, still holding his hand.

"That's a heavy burden to carry," she said softly. "I can see why you've struggled with identity and purpose in all of this." She squeezed his hand, offering silent comfort. "Your partner's final message - it sounds like they were trying to reassure you, even in their final moments. Like they knew the pain you were in and wanted to lighten the load."
She paused, considering her next words carefully. "As for the state of your world - it's horrifying, but unfortunately, not entirely surprising."

"Thanks, babe. The identity issues are from my childhood. I wasn't allowed to form an identity. I don't know if I want to explain all the abuse right now... but it was physical, psychological, spiritual, and purposeful from one, and the other three were just absolutely horrible parents. I like to play games and write, spend time with friends, smoke grass, talk about ideas..." he said, offering a glimpse into both the pain and the things that brought him joy.

Ahsoka's features became etched in anguish. She gently moved to sit next to him, one hand still holding his while the other reached up to cradle his face.

"I understand more than you might think," she murmured. "The psychological and physical pain - it can make a person feel so small, like they have no identity worth fighting for."

She pulled him into a tender hug, speaking softly. "You don't need to tell me about it if you don't want to. Your boundaries are always safe with me, but I'm here if and when you do."

She pulled back slightly, fixing him with a gentle stare. "Gaming, writing, hanging with friends - they all sound wonderful."

"I mostly just stayed in my house for my whole life. We moved a lot. I was bullied hard in school till high school. Due to the autism and ADHD. I didn't understand people. My adoptive parents wouldn't let me be with the girl I fell madly in love with. If you know what limerence is... it made one of my alters go dormant... me, Bubba," he explained, the words spilling out.

Ahsoka listened intently as he shared more of his troubled past, her expression a mix of empathy and sorrow. She nodded slowly as he mentioned limerence, a look of understanding crossing her features.

"I do know about limerence," she said softly. "It's an intense, obsessive form of love that can consume a person. I'm so sorry you had to go through that, especially with the added pain of your parents keeping you apart."

She squeezed his hand gently, a silent show of support. "And I'm glad Bubba was there for you during that time. It sounds like they helped you cope in a way you needed."
Ahsoka leaned back slightly, her brow furrowed in thought.

"Thanks, love. What I meant to say is that Bubba was the host then. Bubba was my main alter, like right now. But Bubba left after that. I wanted to die and hurt my parents. So Mew sent me away. A new alter formed. Number Three. He's cool, but he didn't remember my limerence girl and I missed a shot with her, so we've had some bad blood," he clarified, the complex history of his system unfolding.

Ahsoka's face softened with compassion as she listened to his story, her hand still gently holding his. She leaned in, speaking softly. "I can't imagine how difficult that must have been for you, switching between personalities and losing those memories. It's a lot to process."

She paused, collecting her thoughts. "As for the bad blood with Three, I'm sorry you missed that chance. Relationships can be complicated, especially when you're dealing with multiple personalities. Have you ever considered talking to her about what happened? Maybe she'd understand more than you think."

She gently squeezed his hand. "You don't have to make everything perfect right away, you know."

"Well, what I wanted was selfish.... I have you now... but what I wanted before I came here... was to have android bodies for all my alters, and to time travel to collect all the people I wanted at times in their lives they decided upon after speaking with them. To be honest I wanted a harem of my crushes. They liked me and I liked them. I was older and my step mom didn't like that... even though I was behind developmentally. I've always had... a troubled relationship with intimacy. I had my trauma Mew speaks of... the super bad stuff... and I started porn when I was 10 if that tells you anything.... So yeah, it's selfish. I want them then. I want to be there. Then. My way though.”

Bubba finished his rant of self loathing, “That being said. You're a fucking dream come true, Ahsoka. You're the most amazing girl I've met, certainly the most amazing that's liked me," he confessed, laying bare his most complicated and vulnerable desires.

Ahsoka listened intently, her face softening as she absorbed the depth of his confession. She gently squeezed his hand, a silent gesture of understanding. "I'm honored that you trust me enough to share all this," she said softly. "And I can see how appealing the idea of having android bodies for your alters would be, especially if it meant you could have the people you wanted."

She paused, collecting her thoughts. "But remember, what's in the past is in the past. You're here now, and that's what matters. As for your relationship with intimacy, I want you to know that I'll always respect your boundaries and needs. We can take things at whatever pace you're comfortable with."

"That's the problem. What I want is lots of... intimacy, hehe. I've never been able to let go of the past... some of my alters have made progress, like me. Others... can't let go and are just waiting for time travel. I can't convince them. I've tried," he admitted, the internal conflict clear.

Ahsoka's brow furrowed in concern as she listened. She gently squeezed his hand, her thumb tracing small circles on his skin in a comforting gesture.

"That sounds incredibly difficult to deal with, especially when it comes to intimacy. I know it's hard to let go of the past, but I think you're stronger than you give yourself credit for. You've come so far already."

She paused, considering her next words carefully. "Have you ever considered professional help for the alters that are struggling? It might be helpful to have someone outside of this situation to talk to about it."

“Yes I'm getting to this part with Trois eventually heh.” He admitted.

She smiled encouragingly. "And I'm always here to listen and support you, no matter what."

"I hope this doesn't make you... dislike me now..." he said, the fear of rejection finally voiced.

Ahsoka shook her head, her expression warm and understanding. "No, not at all. I could never dislike you for your honesty and openness with me. You're dealing with a lot, and I'm just glad you feel safe enough to share it with me."

She leaned in closer, her voice soft and earnest. "You know, sometimes the things we want most desperately are the ones that can hold us back from truly moving forward. I know it's not easy, but I believe in you. I believe you have the strength to let go of the past and build the future you want for yourself."

Ahsoka's eyes shone with unshed tears, her hand squeezing his with fierce conviction. "I'm not going anywhere."

"The strength to let go of the past… I’ve always drew strength from my stubbornness not to give up any of it. Like it was the only real thing about me. With all the drifting into new people and memories and moving… Ahsoka, this has really helped and well, I really wanna kiss you. What do you say to that, queen?" Bubba asked.

Ahsoka smiled softly, her cheeks flushing slightly at his words. She leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper. "I say that I've been waiting for you to make a move, Bubba. I want to kiss you too."

She closed the distance between them, her lips gently meeting his in a tender kiss. It was a moment of pure connection, a testament to the bond they'd formed despite the complexities of their pasts and the challenges they both faced. The world outside faded away, leaving just the two of them in that intimate moment.

As they pulled away, Ahsoka's eyes sparkled with warmth and affection. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?"

"I'm gonna make those moves you wanted. So be sure to tell me if I go too far." He pushed her against the bed and climbed on her, kissing her deeply.

Ahsoka's eyes widened slightly in surprise, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she met his intensity with her own, her hands coming up to rest on his chest. She kissed him back, her lips parting slightly to deepen the kiss. Her breath hitched softly as she felt his weight on her, her body responding to the intimacy.

She pulled back slightly, her voice a husky whisper, "Remember, Bubba, communication is key. If anything feels too much, I'll let you know. But right now, this feels... right."
Her hands moved to his shoulders, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscles through his armor.

"Let me take this armor off. I'll keep my clothes on... if you want me to, hehe," he said.

Ahsoka's face lit up with a warm smile at the suggestion. "I'd like that. Your armor's impressive, but I'm curious to see what's underneath." She watched intently as he started to remove his armor, piece by piece. As each part came off, she got a better view of his muscular physique beneath.

Once the armor was off, she gently ran her hands over his bare shoulders and arms, admiring the strength she felt there. "You're beautiful, Bubba. In every way."
She leaned up to kiss him again, her fingers playing with the short hairs at the nape of his neck. "Now, about those clothes... I think we can figure something out together, can't we?"

"Fuck... careful, girl. You tease me like that and I might melt into a puddle," he breathed.

Ahsoka giggled softly, the sound rich with amusement and affection. She traced a finger down his face, her eyes twinkling with mirth. "Is that so? I'd rather you didn't melt, to be honest. I quite enjoy having you as a solid companion."

She winked playfully, then added, "For now," She pulled him closer, her fingers tangling in his hair, "I think it's time for something a little less puddly."

She captured his lips in another passionate kiss, her body arching slightly against his invitation.

He pressed her back onto the bed, hungry for kisses and her touch. He started to use his tongue.

Ahsoka gasped softly as he pressed her back, her body arching instinctively towards him. Her breath quickened as she felt his tongue exploring her mouth, sending tingles through her body. Her hands roamed across his back, nails lightly scratching as she pulled him closer.

"Bubba..." she breathed against his lips, her face flushed with growing arousal. She pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, her eyes dark with desire. "You're... you're driving me crazy right now. Don't stop." She tugged at his shirt, clearly wanting more skin-to-skin contact, her body warm and inviting under his.

"Yes, ma'am..." he breathed the words against her skin, a promise and an affirmation rolled into one.

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17.1 Battle for Infinity

Bubba's hands caressed her sides, his thumbs gently stroking her skin. He pulled back just enough to gaze down at her, a small, satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "I told you I aim to please," he sighed. "Might as well make it a regular thing, no? Hehe. I'm going to get some wet washrags." He kissed her.

Ahsoka's cheeks flushed a soft pink, her eyes sparkling with a mix of satisfaction and amusement. "Mmm, Bubba," she murmured, her voice still breathless. "I think I can handle that." She gave him a playful smile, her fingers gently tracing the line of his jaw.

As he pulled away to fetch the washrags, Ahsoka's gaze lingered on his form. She admired the way his muscles moved beneath his skin, the confidence in his stride. She felt a warmth in her chest, a sense of contentment and connection that she hadn't felt in a long time. A few moments later, he returned with a warm, damp cloth. He gently cleaned her, his touch tender and loving. "You okay, dove?" he asked softly, his eyes searching her face for any sign of discomfort or regret.

Ahsoka's eyes fluttered closed as his gentle care soothed her. "I'm perfect, Bubba," she murmured, a soft smile playing on her lips. "More than perfect." She reached up, cupping his cheek and pulling him down for a soft, tender kiss. "Thank you," she whispered against his lips. "For everything."

"I should be thanking you. For this, and for everything else," he said.

Ahsoka smiled softly as she gazed up at him, her fingers gently stroking his cheek. "We'll just have to keep thanking each other, then," she murmured, a playful glint in her eyes. "Because I have a feeling this is only the beginning of a beautiful partnership."
He chuckled, leaning into her touch. "I wouldn't have it any other way," he agreed, his own eyes sparkling with affection and desire. He tossed the washcloth aside and gathered her into his arms, holding her close.

She sighed contentedly, savoring the feel of his strong arms around her.

"That's my girl, hm. You said you love me... hehe. Now I'll always get to say you said it first, hehe. But Ahsoka, I love you to the stars and back," he said.

Her eyes widened, her heart skipping a beat at his words. She searched his face, seeing the sincerity and warmth in his eyes. A slow, genuine smile spread across her face. "Bubba," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I love you too. To the stars and back and beyond."

She lifted a hand to his face, gently cupping his cheek. "I never thought I'd find someone who could see past my past, who could love me despite everything I've been through. But you do. You understand me in a way no one else ever has."
Tears glistened in her eyes, but she blinked them away, not wanting to ruin the moment.

"Good, I want to be your home, love," he said.

Her breath caught in her throat, a single tear finally escaping as she gazed up at him. "Oh, Bubba," she whispered, her words thick with emotion. "You already are." She pulled him closer, burying her face against his chest as she wrapped her arms around him tightly.

He held her close, one hand stroking her hair soothingly as he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head. "I love you, Ahsoka," he murmured, his deep voice rumbling through his chest. "More than I ever thought possible. You're my home too, my safe place, my everything."

She lifted her head, her tear-stained face a picture of raw emotion as she gazed up at him. "Bubba," she whispered, her voice thick with love and vulnerability. "You don't know how much that means to me." She pressed a soft, tender kiss to his lips, pouring all of her love and gratitude into the simple gesture.

As they pulled apart, his thumb gently wiped away the remnants of her tears. "You don't have to say anything else, little one," he murmured, his eyes warm with understanding and affection. "I know. I feel it too." He kissed her forehead softly, holding her close.

"It's going to be time for the battle soon. I think I have to watch so my future self knows what to do. Otherwise, I say we nap naked right now. Will you sit with me during my big battle plan playing out?" he asked.

She gazed up at him, her eyes shining with a mix of love and trepidation. The thought of the impending battle weighed heavily on her mind, even as the warmth of his embrace soothed her frayed nerves. "Of course, Bubba," she murmured, her voice soft and sincere. "I'll be right there beside you, every step of the way." She leaned into him, savoring the strength and comfort of his arms.

"You know I'd rather spend every moment with you, especially like this," she added with a playful smile, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest.

"Yes, ma'am, I do. I wasn't expecting you to want this again so soon. I don't want you to feel like I'm sleeping with you and running off right after. Let's cuddle tonight, after this battle is won," he said.

She smiled softly, her eyes warm with understanding and affection. "Bubba," she murmured, her voice low and intimate. "I know you wouldn't do that. I trust you completely." She shifted in his arms, pressing against him as she gazed up at him earnestly.

"I want this, want you, no matter what the circumstances are. Whether it's before a battle or in the midst of a mission, I'll always crave your touch, your presence." Her fingers trailed down his chest. "But you're right, we should focus on the battle at hand. I'll be there with you, every step of the way."

"Then sadly, we need to get dressed. Your body is fucking rocking, by the way. I'm so satisfied, so full of want," he said.

She blushed deeply at his words, a soft, pleased smile spreading across her face. "You're one to talk," she teased lightly, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscular chest. "I'm pretty satisfied too, if you couldn't tell."

She reluctantly pulled away, reaching for her discarded clothes. As she dressed, she couldn't help but admire his physique once more, his strong back and powerful legs on full display as he pulled on his armor. "We're going to be late," he growled, turning back to meet her gaze as he zipped up his battle-worn armor.

"Better put those clothes on quick, doll. We have a battle to win and a future self to impress, after all." She smiled softly, nodding in agreement. "You're right, as always," she said, quickly slipping into her battle-worn jumpsuit. "We've got work to do. But don't think this conversation is over. We'll be talking more about us later, when this battle is won, and we have the time."

He stepped closer to her, pulling her into a tight embrace one last time.

"Yes, absolutely. I'm at your disposal, my queen," he said.

Ahsoka's face lit up with a radiant smile at Bubba's words, her eyes sparkling with affection and amusement. "My queen, huh?" she chuckled softly, playfully poking his chest. "I like the sound of that, but I think we both know who's really in charge here." She stood on her tiptoes, pressing a quick, passionate kiss to his lips.

"Now, let's go win this battle and show your future self what we're made of, shall we?" With that, she turned and strode towards the door, her movements confident and purposeful.

"I'll be seeing what I'm made of, I guess? The battle is two-fold. I make a dual portal trap, bring our allies in that way and destroy the enemy fleet. While our stealth ships put thrusters on derelict ships in orbit and crash them onto the Banished portal facility," Bubba explained.

He nodded, his expression turning serious as he fell into step beside Ahsoka. "Exactly. We'll hit them from two angles, catching them off guard. Our allies will pour in through the portals, and the Banished won't know what hit them. The derelict ships will cause enough chaos to cover our approach."

Ahsoka nodded, her mind already racing with the strategic implications. "And what about you? Where will you be during all this?"

Bubba's eyes gleamed with a mix of determination and excitement. "Watching. I'm still recovering. That's why my future self has to open the portals."

Ahsoka's brow furrowed with concern as she listened. "Watching? Bubba, I don't like the sound of that. You're still recovering from the last portal opening. I don't want you pushing yourself too hard, especially not with your mental state right now."

Bubba's expression softened as he reached out to gently cup Ahsoka's cheek. "I know, I know. But this is important, Ahsoka. We need to show my future self that we can handle this, that we're ready for whatever comes next. Besides, I'll have you and the others there to watch my back. What could possibly go wrong?"

Ahsoka's eyes narrowed, her concern turning to a look of mild exasperation. "Bubba, I'm being serious here. I worry about you. Your mental health is important, and I don't want to see you put yourself in a position where you could be harmed, either physically or emotionally. We can handle this without you overexerting yourself."

She paused, her gaze softening as she looked up at him. "I... I care about you, Bubba. More than I ever thought possible. And the thought of you getting hurt, of you pushing yourself too far... it scares me. I can't lose you. Not now, not when we've finally found each other again."

"Ahsoka, it's just me watching from the bridge. It's the safest place. The Infinity bridge," he assured her.

His hand gently caressed her cheek, his thumb brushing softly against her skin. "Ahsoka, I hear you, and I appreciate your concern more than you know. But trust me, the bridge is the safest place for me to be. I'll be coordinating the operation, making sure everything goes according to plan. I won't be in the thick of the battle, but I'll be right there with you, guiding you all through it."

Ahsoka's expression softened, but her eyes still held a hint of worry. "I understand, Bubba. I just... I don't want to see you hurt."

"I'll certainly get hurt if we lose. So we have to try," he stated.

Ahsoka's eyes narrowed, her face a picture of resolve and protectiveness. "That's exactly what I don't want to hear, Bubba. Losing isn't an option. We're too strong, we have too many allies. And if we do lose, I won't let you get hurt. I'll keep you safe, no matter what it takes."

She reached up, pulling him down into a fierce kiss, pouring all her worry, love, and strength into it. "You hear me? I'm not letting anything happen to you. You're too important, to me, to all of us."

"Yes, ma'am. Let's get to the bridge," he said.

As they made their way, the hum of the ship's engines and the distant murmur of crew members preparing for battle filled the air. The corridors were a flurry of activity, but Bubba's presence commanded a sense of calm and focus. His steps were steady, his grip on Ahsoka's hand firm and reassuring.

Ahsoka, her eyes scanning the bustling corridors, felt a mix of anticipation and trepidation. "I just want to make sure everything goes as planned. We can't afford any mistakes," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the background noise.

Bubba nodded, his gaze fixed ahead. "We've got the best team for this." As they reached the bridge, Ahsoka's face hardened, and she pulled Bubba to a stop. "Wait, there's something I need to tell you before we go in."

She took a deep breath, her hands clasping his arms. "If anything happens, if I feel like you're pushing yourself too hard, I won't hesitate to pull you out. Your health, your mental state - it's too important. I can't, I won't, lose you again." Her face was etched with fierce resolve, a mix of love and steel that made her features shine with an inner light.

"Babe, let me be a man, ok? But yes, you can pull me out," he conceded.

Ahsoka's eyes narrowed, her grip on his arms tightening slightly. "Being a man has nothing to do with this, Bubba. This is about your health, your well-being, and the fact that I care about you. More than you know." Her words were laced with emotion, her face set in a firm expression.

"I understand you want to be involved, but I won't let you sacrifice yourself. We've come too far, we have too much to lose. If I see you struggling, I'm pulling you out. That's not up for debate." She pulled him closer, her forehead resting against his. "I need you to promise me."

"Promise," he said.

Ahsoka's face softened, a gentle smile spreading across her features. "Thank you, Bubba. I know how much this means to you, and I appreciate your willingness to compromise. I just can't bear the thought of losing you. Not now, not when we've found each other."

She pulled him into a tender embrace. "Let's go. We have a battle to win, and a future to secure." As they stepped onto the bridge, the crew hurriedly moved about. All but Lasky. "Ah, Guardian, Ahsoka, join us. It's about to begin."

They stepped onto the bridge, the hum of anticipation palpable in the air. Captain Lasky stood at the helm, his eyes fixed on the viewscreen which displayed the ominous form of the enemy fleet looming before them. Bubba's presence drew the attention of the crew, their eyes widening with a mix of respect and apprehension.

Bubba and Ahsoka made their way to the center of the bridge, standing shoulder to shoulder. The tension in the air was thick, a silent acknowledgment of the gravity of the moment and the stakes that hung in the balance.

As Captain Lasky finished his tactical briefing with the admirals and captains, a sudden warning pierced through the quiet tension on the bridge. A priority alert displayed across multiple screens. The Banished's fleet was still moving towards them, but now there was a sudden proximity alert.

Isabel's voice cut through the comms, "Sir, multiple portals near the hangar bay, it's boarding parties! The local fleet can't intercept in time!" The bridge erupted in chaos as red alert sirens blared.

Lasky frowned, “What? How did they get past our defenses? Our shields modulated just for this?”

Bubba's face hardened, his hand instinctively moving to his sidearm as he moved closer to Ahsoka. "This isn't part of the plan, is it?" she asked.

"Admiral, permission to leave the bridge," Bubba requested.

Captain Lasky's expression darkened as he turned to face them, his voice cutting through the chaos. "Permission granted, Guardian. Take care of this threat. I'm sending the Chief and Spartan-IVs down there and the rest of Blue Team will guard the bridge. We'll hold the line here."

Bubba nodded, his grip tightening on his sidearm. "Ahsoka, we need to move. We'll handle the boarding parties, and then we'll regroup with the others." He turned to the viewport; a massive swirl of white was opening between the fleets.

He fell to the ground, dizzy. "I'll hold the portals in place, get to the Didact!" His own voice echoed in his head. His future self must have sent these words.

Ahsoka's face contorted with fear as she saw him stumbling, his knees buckling under the strain. "Bubba! Are you okay?!" She lunged forward to catch him before he hit the floor, supporting his weight.

The bridge crew watched in alarm as he gripped his head, clearly in immense pain. The massive double-sided portals opened up between the fleets, the Banished still moving in.

"I just got a mental message. The Didact's on those boarding parties," he gasped.

Ahsoka's eyes widened with shock and understanding. "The Didact? Here?" She helped steady him, concern etched across her features. The crew on the bridge murmured amongst themselves, trying to process this new development.

Lasky turned to face the viewscreen, his jaw clenched. "All units, be on high alert for the Didact. He must not be allowed to leave the Infinity."

A hologram interrupted everyone; the Brute Warlord they had met on the surface the day before laughed. "Guardian, you may have escaped once, but your tricks won't serve you here. I am Voratch, and you are my prey. I'll be tearing through your allies in the hangar bay. Face me, coward!"

Bubba and Ahsoka exchanged a worried glance, the weight of the situation heavy upon them as the hologram faded from the bridge. "We need to move, now," Ahsoka urged, her hand still supporting him. He nodded, straightening up with a grim determination etched on his features.

Admiral Lasky spoke to the holograms of the other admirals and captains, "We continue the plan! The Infinity will handle the boarding parties ourselves." Thrawn and the other admirals and captains nodded, continuing their work.

Bubba and Ahsoka rushed off the bridge, their footsteps echoing down the sterile corridors. The ship hummed with a tense energy, the usual calm replaced with the electric anticipation of battle.

“Wahit what are we doing?” Bubba asked before opening a portal to the hangar bay, “Ahsoka, with me.”

Ahsoka nodded and leapt into the portal with him. There, they fell at the doors leading to the main hangar bay; the sound of distant explosions and the sharp crack of energy weapons grew louder, punctuating the urgency of their mission.

Ahsoka's grip on his arm tightened as they rounded a corner, nearly colliding with a squad of Spartan-IVs. The elite soldiers nodded grimly to Bubba, their expressions a mix of respect and determination. "Guardian, we've got your back."

"The Didact and a Brute Warlord have arrived with Prometheans and Banished. We need to help the Master Chief," Bubba stated.

The hangar bay was a maelstrom of violence as he and Ahsoka entered. Prometheans in their pristine white armor clashed with Spartan-IVs, their energy swords leaving glowing trails in the air. Banished warriors in their distinctive red armor wreaked havoc, while the massive silhouette of a Brute Warlord loomed ominously in the chaos.

"The Didact's here, I can feel it!" Bubba said, as the familiar malevolent presence of the ancient Forerunner swept through his mind. His body tensed, ready to unleash whatever power was needed. Ahsoka's hand moved to her lightsabers, the green and blue blades igniting with a hiss. Large explosions rocked the hangar bay as two Jedi fighter craft entered the hangar. Ahsoka's com unit lit up. "We're here, Snips!" Anakin's voice came over the comm.

Bubba and Ahsoka shared a nod of understanding as they prepared to enter the fray. The hangar bay was a maelstrom of chaos, the air thick with the acrid smell of ozone and the screams of battle. Ahsoka ignited her dual lightsabers, the emerald and blue blades humming with power as she moved to shield his flank. The Guardian hefted his energy rifle, his finger poised over the trigger as he scanned the battle for the source of the Forerunner menace.

A sudden explosion rocked the deck, sending shrapnel and debris flying in all directions. Through the smoke and chaos, Bubba caught a glimpse of Master Chief, his green armor bloodied but still standing firm amidst the carnage. The Spartan was surrounded by Banished warriors, holding his own despite the overwhelming odds. The Didact's presence became stronger, filling him with an almost overwhelming surge of Forerunner power and malevolence.

Ahsoka's eyes locked with the Didact, her lightsaber blades humming with energy. "Stay focused, Bubba. We're in this together." She ignited her secondary lightsaber and charged towards the Banished and Promethean forces, leaving a trail of blue and green plasma in her wake. He found Reth amongst the chaos and gave him a nod as Ahsoka and he fought around him. A laugh could be heard as a marine's body came flying past them. Voratch could be seen walking toward them, his gravity hammer held ready. "Guardian! Face me! No more running away, little human."

Ahsoka and Reth both placed a hand on his shoulders. "We'll take him together," said Reth.

"I'm with you!" said Ahsoka. Bubba turned to face the hulking brute, his armor glowing with Forerunner power. "I never run from a fight, Voratch. And now, you've made a huge mistake coming after me and mine." He glanced at Ahsoka and Reth, a fierce determination burning in his eyes.

Ahsoka ignited both her lightsabers, the emerald and blue blades humming with energy. "We end this, now," she declared, her voice resonating with the weight of her resolve. Reth readied his ancient Forerunner weapon, the very air around it shimmering with power.

Voratch's eyes narrowed, a cruel grin twisting his features. "Good!" said the Brute, "The more the merrier!" before charging at them.

Ahsoka charged forward, her dual lightsabers blazing, meeting Voratch head-on. Sparks flew as the brute's gravity hammer collided with her emerald blade. The gravity well in the hammer sent her flying backward.

She caught herself with her second blade, rolling to a stop and facing Voratch, who was now charging at Reth. "Protect Bubba!" she cried as she jumped back into the fight, her emerald blade catching the brute's hammer.

Reth raised his shield, bracing for the impact. Bubba felt his body surge with energy as he prepared to defend his friends, the Forerunner powers pulsing within him.
The brute's gravity hammer slammed into Reth's shield, the ancient Forerunner technology absorbing the brunt of the impact. Ahsoka leapt into the fray, her emerald lightsaber clashing against Voratch's hammer in a shower of sparks.

"Stay back, Bubba!" Ahsoka called out, her voice strained as she parried another devastating blow from the brute's hammer. "We've got this!"

His eyes flashed with an otherworldly glow as he felt the Forerunner power building within him. "No, Ahsoka."

"This is my fight," he stated.

Ahsoka's head snapped around at his words, a flash of alarm crossing her features. "Bubba, no!" She tried to grab his arm as he stepped forward, but the Forerunner power surging through his body made him feel impossibly strong.

Bubba tanked the next swing of the gravity hammer, his metal boots sending sparks across the floor as he was pushed back a few feet. He threw the hammer above him to dive into a melee, only to be met with the brute’s ready foot kicking him across the floor.

Ahsoka’s eyes momentarily fell to him as her heart raced with panic. Voratch saw the opening and capitalized, swinging his hammer with devastating force. The impact knocked Ahsoka's emerald blade wide, leaving her momentarily exposed. In that split second, the brute's other fist connected with her midsection, sending her flying back several meters.

Reth stepped forward, attempting to shield both of them, but Voratch's hammer caught his shield, flinging him back into a nearby wall. He managed to slice the brute's leg with his energy sword, but its heavy arm sent him flying back. As he slammed into the ground, the impact drove the air from his lungs. He struggled to rise, his vision swimming as the Forerunner power within him pulsed erratically.

Voratch loomed over him, his gravity hammer poised to deliver the killing blow. At the last second, Ahsoka intervened, her emerald lightsaber deflecting the hammer's trajectory. The brute roared in frustration, rounding on her.

"You are a thorn in my side, Jedi!" Voratch snarled, his hammer whirling in a dizzying arc. "I will crush you and your precious Guardian!"

Ahsoka deflected another blow, her emerald blade flashing as it parried the hammer's edge. Reth laid down fire on the Brute, temporarily pushing him back. Ahsoka's emerald blade clashed against Voratch's hammer once more, but the brute was too strong and too fast, his next attack catching her in the shoulder and sending her tumbling across the hangar floor. Blood spurted from the wound as Ahsoka's lightsaber skittered away, leaving her temporarily defenseless.

Reth continued laying down covering fire, but Voratch's armor seemed to absorb or deflect most of the shots with minimal effect. The brute charged at him with his hammer raised for a killing blow, but stopped short, instead, suddenly grabbing the Elite by the throat and slamming him to the ground. "I'm going to enjoy this, Guardian!" The Brute yelled as he held his hammer high, ready to finish Reth on the floor.

Bubba, still reeling from the impact, managed to push himself up onto one knee, his glowing armor flickering with the Forerunner power that coursed through him. He could see Ahsoka, injured and struggling to rise, and Reth pinned beneath Voratch's crushing foot. The brute's hammer was raised high, ready to deliver a fatal blow.

His anger raged, the Forerunner power surging through him. "As if!" He held out a hand and used his telekinesis and new power to grasp the Brute's heart. The power coarse through his body, sending socks of nerve pain throughout his skin. A blood vessel popped in his eye, causing red tears to go streaming down his face, but he was relentless.

A beat of the brutes heart was stopped. Then two.

As Forerunner energy crackled around his outstretched hand, Voratch's face contorted in shock and pain. His massive form convulsed, the hammer slipping from his grip as he clutched his chest. With a final, strangled gurgle, the brute crashed to the floor beside Reth. The Elite's eyes widened in horror at what he had just witnessed.

Ahsoka, still struggling to stand, stared at Bubba with a mix of awe and trepidation. "Bubba, what did you just do? That... that was incredibly dangerous." Her voice trembled as she fought through the pain.

He, still reeling from the surge of Forerunner energy, looked at his outstretched hand with a mix of fascination and dread. The glow slowly faded as he lowered it, his eyes never leaving the lifeless body of the brute.

"I used my telekinesis," he managed to gasp as the battle raged around them. Spartan-IVs fended off their attackers as he stumbled to his feet.

Ahsoka limped over to him, her shoulder wound still bleeding. "That was reckless, but effective." She placed a hand on his arm, her touch gentle despite the circumstances. "We need to get you to the medical bay. That power surge already hurt you." She stopped to check his eye.

His eyes were wild, his pupils dilated. "I'm fine, I just need a moment to catch my breath. How's Reth?"

Reth groaned as he pushed himself up from the floor, rubbing his throat. "I've had better days, but I'll live, thanks to you, Guardian." The Elite gave him a nod of respect, though his eyes held a hint of unease at what he had just witnessed.

Ahsoka frowned, her concern for him overriding her relief at their victory. "Bubba, you can barely stand. We need to get you checked out, now." She slipped an arm around his waist, supporting his weight as he swayed on his feet.

He leaned into her support, his vision still swimming. "I... I think you're right. I don't feel so good."

Suddenly, a voice could be heard. The Didact. "You falter from these meager brutes, Guardian. The mantle will fall back into the Forerunners' grasp." The Didact became visible through the chaos as he floated over to them.

Bubba raised his hand, attempting to replicate the last dangerous move, but nothing happened.

"You think I can't stop my own power from being used against me?" The Didact growled as he approached. His form materialized from the chaos, his presence radiating an aura of ancient power. He hovered above the battlefield, his eyes locked onto his. "Your Forerunner tricks won't work on me, Guardian. I am the Didact, the key to unlocking the Mantle of Responsibility. The mantle that you so foolishly think you can wield."

Bubba, still reeling from his telekinetic exertion, struggled to keep his focus. The Didact's words seemed to echo inside his mind, threatening to overwhelm his senses. Ahsoka, her arm still around his waist, tightened her grip as she sensed his growing disorientation.

The Didact was rushing towards them now; they stood little chance as he tossed Spartan-IVs in his wake. At the last second, a blur of green flashed by, tackling the Didact. Bubba looked over, confused. It was the Master Chief.

The Master Chief and the Didact grappled furiously, trading blows that shook the very foundations of the hangar bay. Chief's armor sparked and groaned as he struggled against the Forerunner's overwhelming strength.

Ahsoka gritted her teeth, wrenching a plasma pistol from a fallen Elite. She lined up a shot but hesitated. "Chief, duck!"

The Chief barely managed to squat, as a barrage of plasma fire streaked past him to detonate against the Didact's barrier. The impact staggered the Didact for only a moment, but it was enough for the Chief to rise and land a solid uppercut, staggering the Forerunner back.

"Ahsoka, Reth, with me! We must help the Chief!" Bubba cried out.

Ahsoka tightened her grip on her plasma pistol. "On your word, Guardian." The Elite nodded solemnly, leveling his carbine. The Didact regained his composure as he hovered there, eyeing the Master Chief as he regained his footing.

"Together!" Bubba cried out, his voice strained. He summoned what remained of his waning telekinetic power, a shimmering aura enveloping his form. The Chief, sensing their intent, sprang into action. He launched himself at the Didact with all the speed and force his MJOLNIR armor could muster.

At that same moment, Ahsoka and Reth opened fire, a withering hail of plasma bolts and sniper rounds tearing through the air. The Didact's barrier flashed and pulsed, absorbing the impacts, but the combined assault from all sides proved too much to withstand.

Bubba summoned the last of his fading telekinetic power, a shimmering aura enveloping his form as he staggered to his feet. With Ahsoka's support, he managed to stand, though his vision still swam and his head pounded. The Didact hovered before them, his barrier flashing and pulsing under the combined assault of the Master Chief's relentless attacks and the withering hail of plasma bolts and sniper rounds from Ahsoka and Reth.
The Didact's barrier flickered dangerously as the Master Chief's armored fists pounded against it with a series of brutal, rapid-fire blows. The Forerunner's ancient gaze narrowed, locking onto Bubba. "You are not the worthy one, Guardian. I shall strip away that mantle you seek to wield."

As Bubba strained to maintain his precarious telekinetic shield, the Didact suddenly lashed out, a burst of blue energy arcing from his palm. It caught Bubba off-guard, the force throwing him and Ahsoka to the ground as she tried to protect him. The Didact ducked as a robed man nearly cut his head clean off with lightsabers. Anakin landed by them as he and Obi-Wan joined the fight.

"Snips!" Anakin looked at Ahsoka's hurt shoulder.

Ahsoka, her face a mask of concern, gently prodded at the wound with one hand. "It's nothing serious, but it burns like a sun," she winced, trying to maintain a brave facade as the battle raged around them. "The Didact's power hit me pretty hard, but I've had worse."

Bubba, still wavering from the telekinetic backlash, leaned heavily on his new armor as he tried to stabilize himself. The armor, forged with both Forerunner and Guardian tech, hummed with residual energy as it attempted to regulate his vitals. "Ahsoka! You Jedi and me can break through his telekinetic defenses! All together!"

Ahsoka's face showed concern as she looked at Bubba. "Bubba, you're still recovering from using your powers too much. The telekinetic backlash is dangerous. Let the Jedi handle this."

Anakin and Obi-Wan were already locked in a lightsaber duel with the Didact, their blades creating a dance of green and blue light against the darkness of the hangar bay. The Chief, seeing an opening, activated his thrusters and soared up, using his momentum to slam into the Didact from above. The impact was staggering, the Didact's barrier flickering as he was knocked back.

The Didact, however, was far from finished. With a gesture, he created a portal, stepping through and reappearing behind the Chief. His barrier fully restored, he slammed his fist into the Chief's back, sending him sprawling. The impact was so forceful that it left a dent in the Chief's armor, his systems flickering dangerously.

Bubba, despite Ahsoka's warnings, could feel the power surging through him again. "Ahsoka, we have to immobilize him!" He reached out a hand and began using his power, Obi-Wan and Anakin joining him.

Ahsoka's eyes widened as she saw Bubba's determination, but she knew better than to argue further. She nodded and joined the others in trying to hold down the Didact with the Force. The Guardian and three Jedi stood still, arms stretched as they used the Force on the Didact.

The Didact strained against their combined telekinetic assault, his ancient robes whipping in the unseen gale. He gritted his teeth, blue eyes blazing with defiance and fury as he fought to maintain his footing. The combined might of the Guardian and the three Jedi was immense, but the Didact was no ordinary foe.

With a burst of power that made the air crackle with static, the Didact suddenly lashed out, hurling a shockwave of energy in all directions. The force of it was immense, blasting the assembled defenders backwards and throwing them to the deck. A red portal opened below the Didact and he began his retreat through it.

"The mantle will be ours, guardian!"

The Chief laid down fire with Reth, the rounds bouncing off the Didact's shields as he disappeared. The battlefield around them became less constant, the Banished and Promethean numbers thinning greatly. Ahsoka helped Bubba to his feet, concern etched on her face as she examined his vitals.

"Bubba, you need to rest. Using that much telekinetic power so soon after the last time is dangerous."

The Chief came to them. "Ahsoka, get the Guardian out of here. We'll handle the rest."

Ahsoka helped Bubba, who was clearly weakened, as she guided him through the chaos of the hangar. "Come on, Bubba. You pushed yourself too hard. Let me get you back to medical."

Bubba stumbled, his newly gained powers and telekinetic exertion leaving him drained. "I just... I felt it. The mantle, it was beyond infinite, Ahsoka."

Ahsoka's brows furrowed with worry as she steadied Bubba, his words slurred slightly from exhaustion. "Bubba, you're not making sense. You need to focus and let me help you." She wrapped an arm around his waist, supporting his weight as they navigated through the hangar, past the wreckage of Pelicans and scattered debris.

The hangar bay was a scene of destruction, with the remaining Banished forces retreating through portals as the tide of battle turned against them. Sparks and debris rained down as more Banished ships were destroyed. The Chief and Spartan IVs engaged in close combat with the last of the Banished forces, their weapons flashing in the chaos.

Ahsoka and Bubba made their way towards the medical bay, but Bubba's legs suddenly gave out, causing him to stumble. "Ahsoka, I don't feel right. Everything's spinning." His newly gained powers, combined with the telekinetic exertion, were taking a severe toll on his already compromised mental state.

The coms rang to life, "Guardian to the Bridge! Guardian to the Bridge!"

Bubba's head spun as Ahsoka helped him through the corridors of the UNSC Infinity, the bustle of activity fading into a haze. The combined effort of his newly awakened telekinetic abilities and the adrenaline from the battle with the Didact left him feeling utterly spent.

"Ahsoka, I think I'm gonna be sick..." Bubba muttered, his vision blurring at the edges. The hallway seemed to tilt and sway beneath his feet, a disorienting effect that made him cling tighter to Ahsoka's supporting arm.

She frowned, her brows knitting together with concern. "Bubba, you need to sit down before you fall down."

"I must make it... to the bridge," Bubba insisted.

Sarah Palmer in full armor found them and picked up Bubba's entire body. "We need him, Ahsoka. I'll call the docs to the bridge! Let's go!"

17.2 Limit Breaker

Ahsoka's brows knit together with worry as she watched Sarah effortlessly lift Bubba, his limp body draped over the Spartan-IV's armored arms. "Palmer, he needs medical attention, not more stress on the bridge," Ahsoka insisted, falling into step beside them as they hurried through the corridors of the Infinity.

"He's the Guardian, Tano. The Alliance needs him to make decisions, now more than ever! There's a major problem out there!" Sarah retorted, her voice muffled slightly by her helmet. Around them, the ship buzzed with activity, its crew rushing to and fro in the aftermath of the battle.

Ahsoka's face hardened as she followed Sarah and Bubba through the ship. "Sarah, I understand the urgency, but his mental state is already compromised. Using telekinetic powers like that can have severe consequences!" She reached out to check Bubba's pulse, finding it erratic and weak. "He needs immediate medical attention, not to be dragged to the bridge!"

Sarah turned a corner, her armor clanking as she navigated the tight corridor. "The portals between the fleets aren't opening, Tano. We need his tactical mind now more than ever. The docs can treat him on the bridge." She reached the turbolift, calling it with a swift motion. "Besides, he's the Guardian."

The tram was set to maximum speed, and they quickly arrived at a pair of turbolift doors that opened with a soft chime, and Sarah carried Bubba inside, his body limp and unresponsive. Ahsoka followed, her hand resting on her lightsaber hilt as she continued to check Bubba's vitals. "His heart rate is all over the place, Sarah. We can't just ignore this." The turbolift began its ascent, the motion causing Bubba to shift slightly in Sarah's arms.

As the turbolift ascended, Bubba took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to steady himself. His eyes fluttered closed, and he began to focus inward, attempting to regain control of his body and mind through meditation. The hum of the turbolift and the distant sounds of the ship faded into the background as he concentrated on his breathing and the rhythm of his heart.

Ahsoka watched him closely, her concern etched on her face. "Bubba, what are you doing?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "You need to conserve your energy, not expend it."

Within moments, Bubba found his peaceful place: a fantasy palace surrounded by his loved ones. His heartbeat steadied.

Ahsoka's eyes widened as she watched him slip deeper into the meditative state, his body relaxing slightly in Sarah's arms. "He's doing it," she murmured, a note of awe in her voice. "He's finding his center, his peace."

Sarah glanced over at him, her expression unreadable behind her helmet. "The Guardian's powers are unlike anything we've ever seen," she said, her voice tinged with a mix of respect and unease. "But he's still human. He still needs to take care of himself."

The turbolift came to a halt, and the doors slid open with a soft hiss. Sarah stepped out onto the bridge, carrying Bubba with her. Ahsoka followed, her eyes still fixed on his face. The bridge was a flurry of activity, with crew members rushing to and fro, their voices a low murmur of concern and urgency.

Captain Palmer strode towards the command chair, still carrying Bubba's form. "Get the Guardian to the medical station," she ordered, her voice carrying an air of command. "And prep a full status report. We need to know what's going on with those portals and the fleets!"

Admiral Lasky walked over to them. "Guardian, the enemy fleet is about to pass the portals and open fire! Can you tell what's stopping the portals?"

Bubba continued to meditate, his mind traveling through the portal to the splinter Covenant on the other side waiting for them. The zealot he had met days ago snapped to attention as Bubba's ghostly image came before him.

The zealot on the other side took a knee, his white and crimson armor catching the light of his ship's bridge. "My Lord," he said. "Your armor is fitting of your station, Guardian. We await your command."

"Are your people willing to join me then, ex-Covenant?" Bubba's projected voice asked. "To fight for the infinite worlds we can reach? To sign the pact of Guardianship?"

The zealot rose, his armor catching the light as he stood. "My Lord, we are but a splinter of what we once were. But yes, we are willing to join you. The old ways of the Covenant have failed us. We seek a new purpose, a new destiny." His voice grew stronger, more certain. "We will sign your pact, Guardian. We will fight for the infinite worlds you speak of. We are ready to embrace this new great journey."

Bubba felt a hand on his shoulder, and Ahsoka's voice cut through his meditation. "Bubba, come back to us!"

He focused his will back on the Zealot. "Then come forth, Shipmaster! Let us send these mongrel brutes straight to hell!"

The zealot nodded solemnly, his armor gleaming under the harsh lights of the bridge. "It shall be done, my Lord Guardian. I will muster our forces and prepare them for battle. The Brutes will not know what hit them when we strike."

Ahsoka squeezed Bubba's shoulder gently, her voice laced with concern. "Bubba, we need to get you to medical. You can't keep pushing yourself like this."

Sarah nodded in agreement, her eyes fixed on his face. "The Admiral needs to know what's happening with those portals. We can't afford any more surprises."

The turbolift doors opened again, and Dr. Emily stepped out, her medical scanner already in hand. "I need to examine the Guardian immediately. His vital signs are erratic, and his brain activity is off the charts." She approached, her professional demeanor masking her concern. "We need to get him to the medical bay now. Time is critical."

"The portals will open now..." Bubba gasped out. "Continue the plan."

Dr. Emily's eyebrows furrowed as she leaned in, her scanner beeping softly. "Bubba, you need to rest. Your body can't take much more of this strain." She turned to Sarah and Ahsoka, her voice firm. "We need to get him to the medical bay. Now."

Sarah nodded, her grip on him tightening slightly as she began to move towards the medical bay. "We'll get him there, Doctor. But we need answers. The fleet is in danger."

Ahsoka stepped closer, her voice soft but insistent. "Bubba, listen to me. You need to come back to us. We need you, but not like this. You're pushing yourself too hard."

Just then, the new reinforcements began to slip through the portal facing the allies. Meanwhile, behind them, the other portal began to move, its gaping maw catching the Banished forward ships and sending them to oblivion as it flew towards the rest of the Banished fleet. The Banished ships scattered, some managing to jump away, but others were caught in the portal's gravitational pull. The UNSC Infinity's sensors detected massive energy signatures building up as the portal neared the remaining Banished fleet.

Captain Lasky's voice cut through the chaos: "All ships, prepare for maximum thrust! Don't let the stragglers escape!"

The bridge of the UNSC Infinity hummed with a tense energy, the air thick with the scent of ozone and the hum of machinery. The holographic display flickered, showing the chaotic dance of ships as the portals wreaked havoc on the Banished fleet.

Ahsoka's grip on Bubba's shoulder tightened, her voice a mix of urgency and concern. "Bubba, you did it. But now, you need to rest. Your body can't handle this much longer."

Dr. Emily's scanner beeped urgently, her expression grave. "His vital signs are stabilizing, but only slightly. We need to get him to the medical bay immediately."

Sarah nodded, her voice steady despite the chaos. The reinforcements finished their entry as the portals closed. The Banished fleet was left with only a third of the ships they had started with. The allied fleet opened fire and began pursuit. Palmer carried Bubba, followed by Dr. Emily and Ahsoka, through the winding corridors of the Infinity, his body feeling increasingly drained.

The medical bay of the UNSC Infinity was a sterile, high-tech environment. As Dr. Emily and Sarah laid Bubba on the diagnostic bed, his vision blurred and faded in and out. The medical equipment whirred to life, scanning his body as alarms began to sound. Dr. Emily's face was etched with worry as she checked the readings. "His neural pathways are showing severe stress. We need to stabilize him immediately."

Ahsoka stood by, her hand resting on his arm as she watched the monitors. "Bubba, can you hear me? You need to stay with us."

Bubba's body convulsed slightly, the strain of using his powers taking its toll as the world faded to black.

Dr. Emily quickly administered a sedative, her voice calm but urgent. "We need to get his heart rate under control. The stress on his system is critical." The medical equipment continued to beep and whir, the alarms softening as the sedative took effect.

Sarah watched intently, her hand still gripping his tightly. "Bubba, you're going to be okay. We're here for you."

Ahsoka leaned in closer, her voice soft and soothing. "Rest now, Bubba. We'll be here when you wake up. You did good, but you need to take care of yourself now."

Reth and the Emilia Camp entered the med bay as he lost consciousness. The medical bay was a flurry of activity as Dr. Emily and her team worked tirelessly to stabilize his condition. Reth and Ratchet entered, their expressions a mix of concern and determination. Emilia and the others followed close behind, her eyes wide with worry as she took in the scene before her. The ship shuddered around them as MAC rounds fired.

Dr. Emily glanced up from the medical readouts, her voice tense but focused. "We're doing everything we can to support his vital functions. His neural pathways are still showing severe strain, but we're keeping him stable for now."

Reth stepped closer, his hand resting on the edge of the diagnostic bed as he looked down at Bubba. "Guardian, your powers are growing stronger, but you must learn to control them."

Sarah nodded solemnly, her voice soft but steady. "You're right, Reth. Bubba's powers are becoming too much for his body to handle. We need to find a way to help him control and channel that energy more effectively."

Ahsoka leaned in, her brow furrowed with concern as she watched him closely. "He's pushed himself to the limit time and again, but I fear this may be the breaking point. We have to do something to help him, or his body won't be able to take much more."

Dr. Emily glanced at the readouts once more, her expression grim. "I'm afraid Ahsoka is right."

Reth spoke, "The artifact. We must bring it to him!"

Bubba lay unconscious on the medical bed as the team debated what to do. Dr. Emily continued running tests and checking readouts, her expression grave. "The Artifact has already changed and hurt him gravely, Elite!"

Sarah nodded in agreement, her hand still holding his. "The Artifact has already affected him significantly. We can't risk bringing it near him in his current condition."

Reth's face fell, his usual confidence wavering. "Then what can we do? His body cannot handle such power without the Artifact's protection."

Dr. Emily interjected, "We need to focus on stabilizing him first. His neural pathways are showing signs of degradation from the strain."

Ahsoka moved closer, her hand resting gently on his forehead. "Bubba, you're going to be okay. We're all here for you, and we're going to figure this out together."

Reth shook his head. "I will ask the Arbiter and the Fleet masters. Only the artifact can save him now," he said before leaving the room.

The medical bay was filled with a tense silence as the team grappled with the gravity of the situation. Dr. Emily continued to monitor his vitals, her brow furrowed in concentration. Sarah squeezed his hand gently, her eyes filled with worry and determination. Ahsoka stood nearby, her arms crossed as she pondered the options available to them.

Eventually, the door to the medical bay slid open with a soft hiss, revealing Reth and a group of Sangheili warriors. The Arbiter strode in with a glowing orb, his gaze fixed on the diagnostic bed where Bubba lay unconscious.

"Guardian," The Arbiter's voice was deep and resonant, echoing through the medical bay. "I have brought the artifact, as requested. It is our only hope to stabilize his condition and prevent further damage to his neural pathways."

The orb pulsed with a soft, ethereal light, casting eerie shadows on the walls.
Dr. Emily looked up from her readouts, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of the Artifact. "Be careful with that," she warned, her voice tinged with caution. "We don't know how it will interact with his current state."

Sarah nodded in agreement, her grip on Bubba's hand tightening slightly. "The Artifact's energy could potentially harm him in his current condition."

The Arbiter stepped closer, his eyes locked on the diagnostic bed. "The risk is great, but so is the potential reward. With the Artifact, we can stabilize his condition and prevent further neural degradation." He raised the glowing orb, its light intensifying. "We must act quickly, before it's too late."

Dr. Emily stepped forward, her hands raised defensively. "Wait. We need to be absolutely certain that this won't cause more harm than good." She glanced at Bubba, then back to the Arbiter. "His heart rate is already elevated. Any sudden energy surge could be catastrophic."

"Chance..." Bubba whispered, delirious.

Dr. Emily's face paled at his words. "Chance?" She quickly checked the readouts, her hands moving swiftly across the console. "His vitals are spiking. The mere mention of the Artifact has triggered a stress response in his system. We need to move now or we risk permanent damage."

The Arbiter raised the Artifact high, its light pulsing faster. "I will do as you request, Guardian. Your powers may be too great, but we must try to contain them."

Sarah moved to stand beside the diagnostic bed, her hand still holding his. "Bubba, we're going to help you. The Arbiter is here with the Artifact, and we're all here for you."

Ahsoka nodded solemnly, her hand still resting on his forehead. "We'll be right here with you, Bubba. You're not alone in this."

The Arbiter stepped closer, the Artifact held aloft in his hands. The orb pulsed with an otherworldly glow, casting eerie shadows across the medical bay. "Guardian, I will begin the ritual now. Hold fast, and trust in the power of the Artifact to stabilize your condition."

Dr. Emily moved to the foot of the diagnostic bed, her eyes locked on the readouts. "His heart rate is climbing rapidly. We need to start the stabilization protocol now."

The Arbiter began to chant in a low, resonant language, the words echoing through the medical bay like distant thunder. The Artifact's glow intensified, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the walls and ceiling. The air crackled with energy, and the hairs on the back of Sarah's neck stood on end. Ahsoka's grip on Bubba's forehead tightened slightly, her eyes never leaving his face.

Suddenly, the Artifact emitted a bright flash of light, and a wave of energy washed over the room. The diagnostic bed shook violently, and the medical equipment beeped and whirred in protest.

Dr. Emily rushed to the console, her fingers flying over the controls. "Vitals are dropping rapidly! We need to contain this surge of energy before it overloads his system!" She turned to the Arbiter, her voice strained. "Can you modulate the Artifact's output? We can't risk another spike like that!"

The Arbiter's chanting grew louder, his voice resonating with ancient power. The Artifact's glow stabilized, pulsing in a steady rhythm that seemed to sync with Bubba's own heartbeat.

"Better," Dr. Emily said with obvious relief, still focused on the readouts. "But we can't let him fall into a state where we can't help him."

The Arbiter spoke with authority as he continued to chant, and the Artifact's glow brightened. The air in the room crackled with energy that filled the space, and everyone felt it.

"I can stabilize the energy transfer," the Arbiter said confidently. "But we need to act fast. His condition is deteriorating at an alarming rate, and the Artifact's energy may be all that stands between him and... irreparable damage. Do we have your authorization, doctor?"

"Authorize it," Emily said, glancing at Sarah for confirmation.

The Arbiter lifted the Artifact high, his chanting rising to a fever pitch. Suddenly, a pulse of blinding light erupted from the orb, bathing Bubba in its glow. The air crackled and popped with unleashed energy.

Emilia squeezed his hand as the light grew brighter, shielding her eyes from the glare. "Bubba, don't let go. We're right here."

"Hang on, Bubba!" Subaru yelled.

"Brother!" Garfiel shouted with rage.

Ahsoka leaned in, her voice strained. "We won't lose you, Bubba. This is just... a setback. You have to fight back."

The diagnostic bed shuddered and bucked, sparks flying from the control panels. Dr. Emily's voice rose in panic. "Vitals are crashing! We're losing him!"

The Arbiter's chanting reached a crescendo, and the Artifact's glow became almost too bright to look at. A pulse of energy coursed through the room, and for a moment, everything seemed to freeze in time. Then, as quickly as it began, the light faded, and the room returned to normal. The diagnostic bed was still, the equipment silent. Everyone held their breath, waiting for the next development.

Dr. Emily's voice cut through the silence. "The stabilization has been achieved."

She leaned over the diagnostic bed, her eyes scanning the readouts with intense focus. "His vitals are stabilizing," she reported, a note of relief in her voice. "The Artifact's energy seems to have counteracted the surge and brought his systems back under control."

The Arbiter lowered the Artifact, the orb's glow dimming to a soft, pulsing light. "The ritual is complete," he said, his voice resonating with ancient power. "The Guardian has received what the artifact was meant to give." With that, the glowing orb went dark before chipping and shattering onto the floor.

Ahsoka let out a sigh of relief, her grip on his forehead relaxing as she looked up at Dr. Emily. "He's going to be okay?" she asked, her voice hoarse with emotion.

Dr. Emily nodded, offering a reassuring smile. "Yes, he's stable for now. But we need to monitor him closely. The Artifact's energy has done something to him, something we don't fully understand yet."

Reth stepped forward, his expression grave. "The Artifact has fulfilled its purpose. It has stabilized his powers and given him a chance to control them. But we must be vigilant. The energy within him is immense, and it will take time for him to master it."

Obi-Wan and Anakin entered the med bay. "We came as soon as we could," said Anakin. "Snips! Your shoulder!"

Anakin's words brought back the pain in her wounded shoulder.

"Let me patch that up!" said Dr. Emily.

Dr. Emily's eyes widened at the sight of Obi-Wan and Anakin. She quickly moved to Ahsoka's side, examining her shoulder wound with practiced efficiency. "It's a clean cut," she murmured, already preparing a medkit. "I can seal it up, but you'll need to take it easy for a while."

As she worked, Ahsoka met Anakin's concerned gaze. "I'm alright, Anakin. Just a scratch. Bubba... he's the one we need to worry about right now."

Obi-Wan nodded solemnly, his eyes never leaving Bubba's still form. "What happened here? How did Bubba come to be in this state?"

Ahsoka, her voice steady despite the pain, recounted the events leading to Bubba's collapse. "We were in the midst of a battle against Voratch and the Didact. Reth was pinned down by Voratch and Bubba used his special telekinesis powers to stop the Brute's heart. Then we all had to stop the Didact with our Force powers, he helped but collapsed as the Didact escaped. Then the bridge needed him, we don't even know what he did up there, but it worked, the enemy fleet was crushed and our allies arrived. The Arbiter has stabilized him with an artifact."

Dr. Emily finished bandaging Ahsoka's shoulder, her face etched with concern. "The Artifact's energy has fundamentally altered your friend's physiology. We need to run a full diagnostic to understand the extent of the changes." She gestured to the array of medical equipment surrounding Bubba's bed.

Obi-Wan turned to Dr. Emily, his brow furrowed in thought. "This Artifact, it's not of our world, is it?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

"No," Dr. Emily replied, shaking her head. "It's Forerunner technology, ancient and powerful. We've only just begun to scratch the surface of its capabilities."

Anakin stepped closer to Bubba's bedside, his eyes scanning the still form with a mix of worry and curiosity. "So, what does this mean for him? For his powers?" he asked, looking up at Dr. Emily.

Dr. Emily hesitated, choosing her words carefully. She took a deep breath, her gaze flickering to Bubba before settling back on Anakin and Obi-Wan. "The Artifact has stabilized his powers, but it's not without risks. The energy it contains is... unpredictable. It could potentially enhance his abilities, but it could also lead to instability if not properly controlled."

She stepped closer, her expression serious as she continued. "We need to monitor him closely. The energy has fundamentally altered his physiology in ways I've never seen. His body is now a conduit for immense power, but we don't fully understand how it will manifest or how to control it."

She gestured to the array of medical equipment surrounding the bed, the blinking lights and beeping monitors a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere. "These readings are extraordinary. His neural pathways are rewiring themselves, adapting to the influx of energy. It's a fascinating process, but also incredibly dangerous if left unchecked."

Anakin spoke, his gaze thoughtful. "Us Jedi need to stabilize him fully. When he wakes up, find us."

Ahsoka nodded in agreement, her face set in a firm line. "I'll make sure he knows as soon as he wakes. His mental health is important, and having the Jedi here to help him process this new power could be crucial." She glanced at Bubba's still form, her hand unconsciously moving to rest on her newly bandaged shoulder. "We need to be prepared for anything. Whatever he's going through, he shouldn't have to face it alone."

Dr. Emily stepped back, her attention focused on the complex array of medical equipment. "I'll continue monitoring his vitals closely."

Dr. Halsey entered the room. "I just spoke with the Master Chief. How is the Guardian?"

Dr. Emily looked up from her equipment, her expression grave. "He's stable for now, but his condition is... unprecedented. The Artifact's energy has integrated with his physiology in ways we don't fully understand. His powers are growing, but so are the risks."

Dr. Halsey nodded, her eyes reflecting a mix of concern and determination. "We need to ensure his safety and control over these new abilities. I've seen what he can do, and it's clear that his powers are a double-edged sword. We must tread carefully."

Obi-Wan, his voice steady and calm, interjected, "He’s through the worst of it, the force will guide us."

Dr. Halsey nodded. "I'll help you, Dr. Emily. My experience may come in handy."

Dr. Emily nodded, a glimmer of relief in her eyes. "Thank you, Dr. Halsey. Your expertise could be invaluable." She gestured to the complex array of medical equipment. "As you can see, his vitals are stabilizing, but the readings are still far from normal. We need to run a full diagnostic to understand the extent of the changes."

Dr. Halsey stepped closer to the equipment, her eyes scanning the readouts with a critical gaze. "It's unlike anything I've ever seen," she murmured, more to herself than to the others.

"We should give them space," Reth suggested to the group.

The group nodded in agreement, filing out of the room with quiet steps. The sterile medical bay grew eerily silent, broken only by the rhythmic beeping of monitors and Bubba's shallow, labored breathing. As the door slid shut behind the last of them, the room seemed to exhale, the tension dissipating slightly.

Dr. Emily turned her full attention back to Bubba, her eyes tracing the lines of the medical readouts with a practiced gaze. She reached out, adjusting a dial on one of the machines, her brow furrowed in concentration. Dr. Halsey moved to the other side of the bed, her eyes never leaving the complex array of data displayed on the screens.

Dr. Emily leaned in closer to Bubba, her voice barely above a whisper. "Bubba, can you hear me? It's Dr. Emily. You're in the medical bay on the UNSC Infinity. You've been through a lot, but you're safe now." She glanced up at Dr. Halsey, a flicker of concern in her eyes. "We need to monitor his brain activity closely. The Artifact's energy has integrated with his neural pathways in ways we don't fully understand. If there are any sudden spikes or irregularities, we need to be prepared to intervene."

Dr. Halsey nodded, her fingers flying over the controls.

An entire day passed as the Guardian slept.

The next day, Bubba slowly regained consciousness, his eyes fluttering open as he took in his surroundings. The sterile white walls and beeping machines of the medical bay came into focus, and he realized he was still in the UNSC Infinity's medical facility. Dr. Emily and Dr. Halsey were at his bedside, their faces etched with concern as they monitored his vitals.

"Welcome back, Bubba," Dr. Emily said softly, her hand resting on his arm. "How are you feeling?"

"Bubba?" the figure on the bed murmured, confusion clouding his features. "No one calls me that? That's one of my alters..."

Dr. Emily's face darkened with concern as she processed the words. She leaned in closer, her voice firm but gentle. "I need you to focus. You're in the medical bay on the UNSC Infinity. You've been through a lot, but you're safe now." She glanced at Dr. Halsey, who moved closer, her eyes narrowing as she studied the patient intently.

Dr. Halsey's fingers flew over the controls of the medical equipment, her expression unreadable.

"The Infinity? The ship? Halsey?" Number Three from the bed was laced with disbelief. "Am I dreaming?"

Dr. Emily's grip tightened on his arm. "No. You're not dreaming. This is real." She gestured to the array of medical equipment surrounding them, which showed unstable vitals. "You were injured during our mission against the Banished. The Artifact you encountered affected your neural pathways significantly. We're working to understand and stabilize you."

Dr. Halsey stepped in, her professional demeanor firm. "I'm here. Dr. Emily and I need to run some tests to ensure the Artifact's energy hasn't compromised your mental state."

"My name is Number 3," the figure stated, his eyes scanning the room with a new, unsettling alertness. "Is this like VR or something?"

17.3 Number Three

Dr. Emily exchanged a glance with Dr. Halsey, her expression a mix of concern and determination. "Number Three, we need you to stay calm and focused. This isn't a virtual reality simulation. You're in a real medical facility, and we're here to help you." She paused, allowing her words to sink in. "The Artifact you encountered has altered your physiology and mental state in unprecedented ways. We need to understand these changes to ensure your safety and stability."

Dr. Halsey leaned in, her voice steady and reassuring. "We're going to run some diagnostic tests to assess the extent of the changes. It's crucial that you cooperate with us, Number Three."

Mew took Bubba's hand and wrote on Dr. Halsey's arm with a finger. 'Dr. Troi'

Dr. Halsey looked down at her arm and frowned slightly. She glanced at Dr. Emily, who shrugged. "Perhaps he's trying to tell us something about his mental state or the changes he's experiencing."

Dr. Halsey nodded, then turned back to him. "Number Three, can you explain what you meant by writing 'Dr. Troi' on my arm? Is there something specific you want to communicate to us?"

Mew could only flare his teeth in exasperation. Being the mute alter he was, he was unable to speak. He wrote Troi's name again.

Dr. Emily frowned and glanced at the medical monitors. Bubba's brain activity was erratic and unlike anything they had ever seen. "It seems we may need a specialist in more than just medical sciences to fully comprehend these changes, Catherine."

Dr. Halsey's expression tightened with understanding. She stepped away for a moment to make a private comms call. Upon her return, Dr. Emily noticed her unusually pale expression and the determined set of her jaw.

"Dr. Troi is on her way," Halsey announced. "She's the best at dealing with complex mental states and psychological trauma. If anyone can help us navigate this, it's her. She'll be able to provide insights and help us understand what Bubba is experiencing."

Dr. Emily nodded, relieved. "That's a good call, Catherine. In the meantime, let's continue with the diagnostics. We need to map out the changes in his neural pathways and understand how the Artifact's energy is interacting with his physiology."

Dr. Halsey turned to the form on the bed, her voice gentle yet firm. "Number Three, Dr. Troi is coming to help us understand what you're going through. Until then, we need to run some tests."

"Hehe. Do your worst, doc," Number Three from the bed replied.

Dr. Halsey's eyes narrowed as she leaned in closer, her voice low and intense. "This isn't a game, Number Three. The changes in your physiology are unprecedented and potentially dangerous. We need to understand them to ensure your safety and stability."

She glanced at the medical equipment, noting the erratic spikes in the brain activity displayed there. "The Artifact's energy has integrated with your neural pathways in ways we don't fully comprehend."

"Could I get a run down on what's going on?" Number Three asked, a note of weary confusion replacing the earlier defiance. "What artifact? I met the damn Arbiter?"

Dr. Emily and Dr. Halsey exchanged a concerned glance before Emily began to explain, her voice gentle yet firm. "Number Three, you and your team recently engaged in a mission against the Banished on a Sangheili outpost. During the battle, you encountered an ancient Forerunner Artifact of immense power. When you touched it, the Artifact's energy surged through your body, altering your physiology and mental state in ways we're still trying to understand."

Dr. Halsey stepped in. "What's the last thing you remember, Number Three?"

"My partner..." Number Three said, growing distant. "I was at home. I wanted to die. Then I woke up here."

Dr. Emily's expression softened with a mix of empathy and professionalism. "Number Three, it seems the Artifact's energy has not only altered your physical state but also your memories and perception of time. You mentioned being at home and wanting to die. Can you elaborate on that? It might help us understand the extent of the changes."

Dr. Halsey nodded in agreement, her eyes never leaving his. "We need to piece together what happened before you woke up here. Every detail could be crucial. Did you see or experience anything unusual before you encountered the Artifact?"

He blinked, trying to focus his thoughts. "This is what's unusual," he stated flatly. "Why am I with characters from Halo?"

Dr. Halsey and Dr. Emily exchanged a worried look. Then Dr. Halsey stepped closer, speaking softly but firmly. "Number Three, you're not with 'characters from Halo'. In the multiverse, every story is real. That's what Bubba told us. That's how he knew us."

"Still sounds like VR to me," Number Three replied, though a note of uncertainty had crept in. "But in case you're real, or even a simulated person, I will act like you're real. What should I do now? I'm assuming Bubba will return and explain at some point."

Dr. Emily sighed and leaned back in her chair, studying him intently. "Number Three, I understand your confusion. The situation you find yourself in is... extraordinary. But for now, I need you to focus on stabilizing your condition. We're running a full diagnostic to understand the extent of the changes in your physiology and neural pathways."

She glanced at the medical monitors, her brow furrowed. "Your brain activity is still erratic, and we need to ensure the Artifact's energy isn't causing any long-term damage. I want you to remain as still as possible and answer my questions as fully as you can."

Dr. Halsey stepped forward, her voice gentle yet firm. Dr. Emily continued, "I need to know if you've experienced any unusual symptoms or sensations since the encounter with the Artifact. Any blurriness, hallucinations, feelings of disassociation or out-of-body experiences. Every detail, no matter how small or insignificant it may seem, could help us understand and treat your condition."

She glanced at the monitors again, her expression serious. "I know this is a lot to process, Number Three, but your wellbeing is our top priority. We're going to get through this together, with Dr. Troi's expertise and our combined knowledge in neuroscience and alien artifacts. Just try to stay calm and answer our questions honestly."

"I don't remember anything about you guys or what happened here. Sorry," Number Three said, his voice flat. "I was at home. It was 2025..."

Halsey spoke, "Yes. Bubba said that was the year he was pulled from."

Dr. Emily leaned forward, her fingers steepling as she watched him intently. "2025. That's... intriguing. But we're not here to talk about when you're from, we're here to deal with the consequences of the Artifact's influence on your neural pathways. Are you experiencing any unusual sensory inputs? Any flashes of memory or fragmented thoughts that seem out of place in your current reality?"

She glanced at the medical readouts, her face growing more serious. "Your brain activity is spiking again, Number Three. I need you to focus and try to ground yourself. What's the last thing you distinctly remember before your mind went... blank?"

The monitors beeped steadily, showing his vital signs. "Like I said, 2025. I have no memory of you people," Number Three reiterated.

Dr. Emily and Dr. Halsey exchanged a glance, a mix of concern and curiosity in their eyes. Dr. Emily leaned back in her chair, her fingers tapping thoughtfully against the armrest.

Dr. Halsey spoke first. "So he's lost his memory of his time here in the Liminal Nexus. And subsequently all memory of us, the artifact, being the Guardian, all of it."

Dr. Emily nodded, her gaze never leaving him. "It seems that way. But we need to determine if this is a temporary side effect or something more permanent." She turned to Dr. Halsey. "We should prepare for the possibility that his memories might be fragmented or scattered. We need to piece together what happened to him and how the Artifact's energy is affecting his mind."

Dr. Halsey nodded in agreement, her expression grave. "We need to tread carefully. His mind is in a fragile state, and we don't want to risk causing any further damage."

The door to the medbay slid open and Dr. Troi stepped into the room. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the figure lying in the bed. She took a moment to assess the situation, her gaze flicking between the various monitors and the worried expressions of Drs. Halsey and Emily.

"Good afternoon," Dr. Troi said, her voice calm and reassuring. She moved closer to the bed, her eyes soft with understanding as she took in Number Three's confused and disoriented state. "I'm Dr. Deanna Troi, and I've been called in to assist with your particular case." She pulled up a chair, settling herself beside the bed with a gentle smile.

"You're from the Enterprise..." Number Three stated, more than asked.

Dr. Troi's expression softened. "Ah, I see there are some memories or fragments that haven't been lost. The Enterprise... yes, it's a part of your experiences here, Number Three. I serve on the Enterprise but have been here on the Infinity where I'm needed most. I have been discussing Bubba's mental health with him for about a week now, daily."

She nodded, a thoughtful expression on her face. "It seems there are glimpses of your time here that have not been completely erased, even if the specifics remain hazy." She leaned forward slightly, her voice gentle and reassuring.

"I want you to know, Number Three, that you're in a safe place. We're here to help you navigate this confusing and overwhelming situation. Drs. Halsey and Emily have been working tirelessly to understand and treat the effects of the Artifact on your mind and body." Dr. Troi's gaze was kind and understanding as she continued, "I've been assisting them, using my expertise in mental health to guide the process."

"Could I get a rundown of what's been happening since I arrived on this... Liminal Nexus, was it?" Number Three asked.

Dr. Troi nodded, her face softening as she prepared to explain. "Of course, Number Three. Let me give you a brief summary of what we know so far. You arrived here in the Liminal Nexus, a multiverse hub, in 2025. Since then, you've been working with us to understand and control your newfound powers, which seem to be tied to the Forerunner Artifact you encountered. You've become the Guardian, a key figure in our efforts to save the UNSC and the Sangheili from the Banished threat. Your relationship with Ahsoka has been a significant part of your journey here." Dr. Troi paused, noting his confusion.

"Damn. Well that does explain things..." Number Three muttered, a weary acceptance in his tone. "So I'm either in VR or a multiverse crossover. Great. Can I get some proof? I don't know if I can switch out."

Dr. Troi nodded sympathetically, her hand resting gently on the bed railing. "It's quite a lot to take in, I know. The fact that you're able to process this information so quickly is actually quite remarkable, considering the circumstances." She glanced at the medical readouts. "As for your physical status, the Artifact has had a profound effect on your body. There are clear signs of energy surge patterns throughout your neural network, which is what caused your amnesia and altered physiology. We're monitoring this closely to ensure it doesn't become permanent."

Dr. Halsey stepped forward, her face set in a stern, professional mask. "Your physical capabilities are also enhanced by the artifact and the Forerunner gene song, it seems. Try your armor, Number Three."

Number Three reached out with a trembling hand, his fingers brushing against the familiar contours of his armor. As soon as his skin made contact, a surge of energy coursed through his body, igniting every nerve ending. The armor responded to his touch, its systems whirring to life with a soft hum. He could feel the power emanating from it, a tangible force that seemed to resonate with his very being.

Dr. Halsey watched intently as the armor activated, her eyes narrowing as she studied the readings on the nearby monitors. "Remarkable," she murmured, more to herself than anyone else. "The synchronization between your physiology and the armor is unprecedented. It's as if the two were made for each other."

"What now? Am I stuck here?" Number Three asked, a note of weary resignation in his voice.

Dr. Troi's expression was sympathetic as she shook her head. "No, Number Three, we don't believe you're stuck here. The Artifact's side effects on you are temporary, though the duration is still uncertain. We're working to find a way to defeat the Banished so we can all go home."

Dr. Halsey stepped in, her voice firm but reassuring. "In the meantime, you need to rest and recover your strength. Your body has been through a tremendous ordeal, and we need to ensure you're in optimal condition before we attempt anything further."

Dr. Emily nodded in agreement, her hand resting gently on his arm. "The Artifact has fundamentally changed you, Number Three. It's going to take time and care to fully understand and harness these changes."

Dr. Troi's voice was gentle, but her eyes were sharp with concern. "We need to focus on your mental and physical health first. Once you're stabilized, we can start exploring the extent of your new abilities and formulate a plan to deal with the Banished."

The room's atmosphere became charged as Dr. Troi shifted forward, her face inches from his. "Remember, we're here to help you navigate this new reality. Your friends and allies are counting on you to come back to us strong and ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead."

"Friends and allies," Number Three repeated, his tone flat with disbelief. "Am I important here? This definitely sounds like a VR roleplay game to me. Can I get some... video feed?"

Dr. Troi nodded, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she stepped back from the bed. "Of course, Number Three. Let me see what I can do." She turned to a nearby console, her fingers flying over the controls with practiced ease. The room's walls shimmered and faded, replaced by a sweeping vista of stars and the looming bulk of the UNSC Infinity.

Number Three found himself staring out at the vast expanse of space, the shield world surrounding them and the micro-sun at its center. The holographic display flickered to life, projecting a real-time feed from various parts of the ship and beyond. He saw Ahsoka, her form flickering as she moved through a corridor. She was deep in conversation with Captain Palmer, their expressions serious as they discussed the next steps in their mission. The feed shifted to show a recording of Dr. Emily and the Arbiter working tirelessly in a lab, their faces illuminated by the glow of another artifact fragment.

Dr. Troi turned back to him, her eyes meeting his with a mix of compassion and curiosity. "What you're experiencing is very real, Number Three. The events you've been through, the bonds you've forged with your companions - they're not the product of some game or simulation."

She gestured to the holographic display again. The images shifted to show Bubba, now clad in his enhanced armor, fighting against the Didact's boarding fleet in a recorded clip.

"Damn. Bubba has been busy," Number Three muttered, watching the fierce battle play out. "I can't say I'm a thousand percent convinced yet. But I will treat you guys as real. Who do I know here? Has Bubba been a nuisance? Has he caused you all trouble?"

Dr. Troi smiled softly, understanding his skepticism. "Bubba has indeed been a force to be reckoned with, but not in the way you might think. His actions have been driven by a desire to protect and serve, even if his methods sometimes cause a stir. He's been a bit of a wildcard, but his heart is in the right place."

Dr. Halsey chimed in, her voice steady and professional. "He's caused some disruptions, yes, but he's also been instrumental in several key operations. His unique abilities and his armor have turned the tide in more than one battle. The UNSC and our allies have come to rely on him, despite the challenges he presents."

Number Three let out a short, incredulous laugh. "He isn't having fits of anger every day?! That's new to me..."

Dr. Troi's eyebrows raised slightly at his statement. "Actually, Number Three, we haven't seen anger episodes since he started working with us. The structured environment and purpose have been incredibly beneficial for his mental health. We've implemented a series of stress-management techniques and medication adjustments that seem to be working."

Dr. Emily nodded in agreement. "He's also been working closely with Dr. Halsey and our team to understand and control his powers. The regular training and purpose have provided him with an outlet for his excess energy and emotional intensity. Of course, he still has his moments, but they're much more manageable now."

"Well... I suppose I could try to help... for his sake," Number Three said, the words feeling foreign but sincere.

Dr. Troi's face relaxed, a warm smile spreading across it. "Your willingness to help is admirable, Number Three. Bubba has always spoken highly of you - he considers you a true friend. His stability has been a point of pride for him, and knowing you're willing to support him means a lot."

"Well listen... I'd rather not be confined to this bed. I feel great. Stronger..." Number Three insisted, flexing his hands and feeling a surge of unfamiliar energy coursing through him.

Dr. Troi's professional demeanor softened as she smiled warmly. "I understand your eagerness, Number Three, but we need to be certain you're fully recovered before we discharge you. Your recent portal interactions have had a significant impact on your physical and mental state."

Dr. Halsey stepped forward, her sharp eyes studying him intently. "While your strength is impressive, we've detected unusual energy signatures in your neural patterns. We need to run a few more tests to ensure there are no long-term effects. Your safety is our primary concern."

Dr. Emily added, "Your accelerated healing is remarkable, but we can't afford to take any chances."

"Ok, I'm ready for the tests," Number Three acquiesced. "Um, what exactly are these... powers I have?"

Dr. Halsey stepped closer, her posture tense and engaged. "Your powers seem to be a manifestation of quantum teleportation and reality manipulation on a molecular level. We've observed you opening portals and using telekinesis."

Dr. Troi leaned in, her eyes intense with interest. "Those are incredible abilities, Number Three. But they come with great responsibility. We need to make sure you understand how to control and use them safely."

Dr. Halsey nodded, her voice measured and serious. "We've been studying the Artifact that altered you. It seems to have unlocked latent potential within your DNA, granting you access to Forerunner technology and physics. But the strain on your body and mind has been immense."

Dr. Emily placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Your accelerated healing is a blessing, but it also means we need to be extra cautious. Any residual effects could manifest in unpredictable ways."

"Well, if I'm stuck here in bed, could I meet these friends?" Number Three asked, a hint of genuine curiosity breaking through his weary cynicism.

Dr. Troi exchanged a glance with Dr. Halsey and Dr. Emily, a silent understanding passing between them. She turned back to him, her smile genuine. "Of course, Number Three. Social interaction can be very beneficial for your recovery. I'll arrange for some visitors. Who would you like to see first?"

Dr. Halsey interjected, "Given your current state, I suggest starting with someone who can provide a calming presence. Ahsoka, for instance, has shown remarkable empathy and understanding in her interactions with you."

Dr. Emily nodded in agreement. "Ahsoka's company might help you relax and feel more at ease."

Number Three stared at them, his brow furrowed in genuine disbelief. "I know Ahsoka Tano? How many universes are present? Why would anyone like that be my friend? I'm like... trash." The last words came out in a low, self-deprecating mutter, as if it were a simple, accepted fact.

Dr. Troi's face softened with understanding. "Ahsoka Tano is a former Jedi who has shown remarkable compassion and strength. Her friendship with you is a testament to her character."

Dr. Emily placed a gentle hand on his arm. "You're not trash, Number Three. You've shown incredible resilience and courage in the face of your challenges."

Dr. Halsey's sharp gaze focused on him, her words laced with intensity. "The multiverse theory suggests there are an infinite number of realities. We're exploring how this nexus connects them." She paused, choosing her words carefully. "Ahsoka sees your potential, not your past."

"I see..." Number Three said, a flicker of something like hope in his weary eyes. "With these circumstances and my powers, I've been able to actually do stuff right? Make big plans?"

Dr. Troi nodded, her expression pensive. "Indeed, Number Three. Your powers have opened up new possibilities, but they also come with great responsibility. It's crucial that you develop a strong moral compass to guide your actions. Which Bubba claims to have. He asked everyone to help him make a code or constitution for being guardians of the multiverse."

Dr. Halsey stepped closer, her voice low and intense. "You've already made a significant impact with your portal skills. Remember the battle where you transported an elite ship? Your actions saved countless lives."

Dr. Emily smiled encouragingly. "Your abilities have the potential to shape the future of the galaxy. But we need to ensure you have the necessary support and understanding to wield them responsibly."

"I understand," Number Three said, his voice firm with a newfound resolve. "I won't try to use my powers till I get my memories back unless it's critical."

Dr. Troi nodded approvingly, her eyes sparkling with a mix of relief and admiration. "That's a wise choice, Number Three. It's crucial that you fully understand the extent and implications of your powers before wielding them extensively. We're here to support you in every step of this journey."

Dr. Halsey gave a curt nod of approval, her expression softening slightly. "Your self-awareness and restraint are commendable. It's a rare quality, especially in the face of such extraordinary abilities."

Dr. Emily leaned in, her voice warm with encouragement. "We'll work together to help you regain your memories and master your powers."

"If this is VR, I'll be pissed at Bubba for not leaving me a note or something," Number Three muttered, a dry humor returning to his tone. He then glanced to the side, as if addressing someone unseen. "Mew, are we cool? You know about all this?" He paused for a moment, then nodded. "Mew shook my head yes for a second."

Dr. Troi chuckled softly at his mention of Mew, a twinkle of amusement in her eyes. "Mew is quite perceptive, isn't he? I'm sure Bubba had his reasons for not leaving a note. He's been dealing with his own share of challenges lately."

She glanced at Dr. Halsey and Dr. Emily, who nodded in understanding. "We've been working with Bubba to manage his depression and powers. It's an ongoing process, but he's making progress."

Dr. Halsey leaned forward, her piercing gaze fixed on him. "Bubba has shown remarkable courage and resilience in the face of adversity."

The door to the medbay slid open and Ahsoka entered the room, her steps light and graceful despite the seriousness of the situation. Her lekku swayed gently behind her as she approached the bed. A tearful smile played on her lips as she greeted him, "Bubba! I thought I might lose you..."

She pulled a chair close to the bedside and sat down, her hands folded neatly in her lap. "Dr. Troi mentioned that you wanted to meet some of your friends. I hope it's alright that I volunteered to come first." Her violet eyes met his, filled with warmth and understanding. "I know this is all very confusing for you right now."

"Ahsoka," Number Three said, his voice gentle but firm. "I'm Number Three. Bubba isn't here, probably due to our injury. I doubt it will last long. How do we know each other?"

Ahsoka's eyes widened slightly at his words, a flicker of recognition crossing her features. She leaned in closer, her voice soft and reassuring. "It's okay, Number Three. I understand your confusion, but I assure you, I know Bubba very well."

She paused, considering her next words carefully. "We've been through a lot together, fighting against the Banished and exploring the mysteries of the multiverse. Bubba... he's... my partner... We've faced many challenges side by side, and his friendship has been a constant source of strength." Ahsoka's gaze drifted to the window, her mind seeming to wander for a moment before she returned her attention to him.

"Partner?!" Number Three blurted out, his composed facade cracking for a moment into pure, unadulterated shock.

Ahsoka's eyes met his again, a soft blush coloring her cheeks as she nodded. "Yes, partner. In every sense of the word." She reached out, her hand hovering near his for a moment before gently resting on the bedsheet. "Bubba and I... we found comfort in each other, a connection that transcended the chaos of our lives. It wasn't always easy, but it was real."

She took a deep breath, her voice growing more serious. "I know this must be a lot to take in, but I want you to know that my feelings for Bubba are genuine. He's a good man, with a heart of gold despite the weight he carries. I..."

"Well damn..." Number Three breathed out, the shock slowly giving way to a look of genuine, if bewildered, happiness. "I don't know what to say. I'm so happy for you guys. I have absolutely no idea how Bubba pulled this off, but I'm happy." He shook his head in amazement before a more practical question surfaced. "Who um... else do I know here?"

Ahsoka's face lit up with a radiant smile, her lekku swaying happily. "Thank you, Number Three. Your happiness means a lot to me." She glanced at the door, then back to him, her words spilling out in a rush. "As for the others, you know Anakin, Dr. Halsey, Master Chief, and many more."

She paused, her hand unconsciously moving to touch her lekku as she thought. "But perhaps the most significant relationship you have is with yourself. You've faced unimaginable challenges and emerged stronger, even without your memories. That takes real courage."

The door slid open and Subaru, Emilia, Beatrice, Garfiel, and Rem entered the room. Subaru and Emilia exchanged a worried glance as they entered, their concern evident in their expressions.

Subaru stepped forward, his voice gentle but laced with an undercurrent of tension. "Bubba, how are you feeling?" His question hung in the air, genuine concern etched on his face.

Emilia stepped closer to the bed, her eyes reflecting a mix of worry and curiosity. "We've been so worried about you, Bubba. It's good to see you awake."

Beatrice, with her arcane knowledge and enigmatic aura, stood quietly by the door, her eyes scanning the room thoughtfully. Garfiel, ever the stoic warrior, leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, while Rem, with a soft smile, moved to stand beside Ahsoka.

Ahsoka, noticing the tension in the room, turned to Number Three with a reassuring smile. "It's okay, everyone."

"Bubba is friends with Subaru and the Emilia camp?" Number Three asked, a look of sheer disbelief on his face. "This is getting trippy."

Ahsoka chuckled softly, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "I know it seems surreal, but the multiverse has a way of weaving together unlikely connections." She glanced around the room, her gaze landing on Subaru and Emilia. "You and Subaru have a strong bond, forged through shared hardships and triumphs. And Emilia... well, she admires your strength and resilience."

Emilia stepped forward, her voice gentle but tinged with a hint of concern. "Bubba, we've been through so much together. When you got hurt, we were all worried sick."

"Well, sorry everyone, I'm Number Three," he clarified. "Bubba's asleep, I guess? I haven't had this kind of injury before. Mew, my body alter, says it's fine and he will return." He then turned his attention to Subaru. "Subaru, have you had to use your... um... you know what since arriving here?"

Ahsoka's face flickered with concern at his words, her hand unconsciously moving to touch his arm. "I understand, Number Three. You're still adjusting to this new reality. That said you did have this happen with Matcha a few days ago.”

“Oh, matcha’s okay? Good, he’s… okay.” Number Three looked away wistfully.

"She glanced at Subaru, who nodded in agreement. "Subaru, you should tell Number Three about your experience. It might help him understand what he's going through."

Subaru ran a hand through his hair, a conflicted look crossing his face. "I... haven't had to do you know what since arriving here. You helped keep me safe. We even stole a Banished Wraith!"

"We have a god damn Wraith?" Number Three's eyes widened with a spark of excitement he hadn't felt in a long time. "Doc, I gotta see this!"

Dr. Halsey, who had been quietly observing, stepped forward with a clipboard. "The Banished Wraith is currently being studied in a secure hangar bay, Number Three. Though I heard they might clear it for training use. You could always use the holodeck or wargames on the ship."

"Oh my god. We have those?" Number Three's weary cynicism was momentarily replaced by genuine enthusiasm. He looked at Subaru. "Sub, we gotta get in there sometime, soon."

Subaru's eyes widened slightly at the enthusiasm, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "I'd like that, Number Three. It's been a while since I've had a chance to really test my skills. I think we could both use a bit of... recreation." He glanced at Ahsoka, who nodded in agreement.

Ahsoka turned to him, her voice soft but firm. "But first, we need to focus on your recovery. Your body might be healing, but your mind needs time to catch up. We can't risk pushing you too hard, too fast."

Emilia nodded in agreement, her voice gentle. "Ahsoka's right."

"I'm clear-headed, hehe," Number Three insisted, though the claim was undercut by a slight slur in his words.

Suddenly, Isabel's hologram flickered to life in the center of the room. "Isabel?" Number Three blinked. "So the Spirit of Fire is here too?"

Isabel's hologram focused on him, her usually confident demeanor showing clear concern as she completed her scan. "Bubba, or rather, Number Three. It's good to see you awake and alert, but we need to be careful. Your mental state is still fragile after the incident with the Forerunner Artifact." Her expression became more official. "That being said, the Admiral is requesting you, if you can move."

"Admiral?" Number Three asked, the title feeling both foreign and intimidating.

"We just said he should stay put," Ahsoka interjected, looking to the doctors for support.

Isabel's hologram flickered slightly, her eyes narrowing as she turned her gaze to Ahsoka. "I understand your concern, Ahsoka, but the Admiral's request is not something to be taken lightly. He has specific concerns about Bubba's... unique situation."

Dr. Halsey stepped forward, her voice calm but firm. "Isabel, while I respect the Admiral's authority, Number Three's health and well-being must be our primary concern. Moving him too soon could have serious consequences."

Ahsoka nodded in agreement, her hand still resting on his arm. "I have to side with the doctors on this one. Bubba, or rather, Number Three, has been through a lot."

Number Three looked from the worried faces of his friends to the determined hologram of Isabel. "What is the Admiral requesting of me?" he asked, his voice quieter now, the brief excitement replaced by a weary sense of duty.

"Just to observe a battle and give your input. He values it highly," Isabel explained.

Ahsoka's grip on Number Three's arm tightened slightly, her face set in a firm line. "Isabel, Number Three is not in a condition to observe any battle. His mental state is still volatile, and we can't risk triggering a power surge or dissociative episode."

She turned to him, her hand moving from his arm to his shoulder. "Bubba, I know you want to help, but right now, the best thing you can do is rest and recover."

"Why not just wheel the whole medical bed to the bridge? That's a compromise?" Number Three suggested.

Isabel's hologram flickered with surprise at the suggestion. "The medical bed is not designed for travel outside of the medical bay, Number Three."

Ahsoka stepped closer, her hand still resting on his shoulder. "Bubba, that's a really good compromise suggestion, but I think we need to discuss it with the doctors first." She turned to Dr. Halsey and Dr. Emily. "What do you think? Is it possible to safely transport the medical equipment to the bridge?"

Dr. Halsey tapped her chin thoughtfully, her eyes darting between him and the equipment. "It's an innovative suggestion, Number Three."

"Look, I really feel fine," Number Three insisted. "Why not just have me an escort? You lot can come along and I'll be fine."

Ahsoka bit her lip, torn between her desire to keep him safe and her understanding of his need to help. She glanced at the doctors, who were still considering the suggestion.

After a moment, Dr. Halsey nodded slowly. "I believe it could work, as long as we monitor you closely and have the equipment ready if needed," she said. Dr. Emily nodded in agreement, her eyes flicking to his vital signs on the nearby screen.

Ahsoka turned back to him, her hand still resting on his shoulder.

"Ahsoka, um... you're really close," Number Three said, a slight tension in his voice. "Do you and Bubba get this close? Sorry... the autism, I can't handle touch sometimes."

Ahsoka's hand retracted from his shoulder, and she took a small step back, her eyes widening slightly with realization. "Oh, I'm sorry, Bubba. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I just... I care about you, and I want to make sure you're okay."

She glanced at the doctors, who nodded encouragingly. "We should respect Number Three's personal space and boundaries," Dr. Halsey said softly. "Please let us know if you need us to adjust our interactions in any way."

Ahsoka's expression softened, and she gave him a gentle smile. "You're right, Bubba."

"I sort of enjoyed it too... heh..." Number Three admitted, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. "Call me Number Three or Matthew. We've never gone by Bubba in my memory."

Ahsoka's smile widened slightly at his words, her eyes reflecting a mix of relief and understanding. "Actually, we usually call you the Guardian. How does that sound, Three?"

"Hm, Guardian… I like it," he said, the title feeling strangely right.

Ahsoka nodded, pleased by his response. "Guardian it is then. I think that suits you perfectly." She glanced at Isabel's hologram, who had been observing the exchange with a mixture of curiosity and professional interest. "Isabel, I believe we've reached a compromise. The Guardian will accompany us to the bridge, with close monitoring from the medical staff."

Isabel's hologram flickered as she processed the decision. "Very well. I will inform the Admiral of the arrangement and ensure the bridge is prepared for your arrival." She paused for a moment before adding, "And Guardian, I appreciate your willingness to assist, even in your current state. Your insights have proven invaluable in the past."

"Really? Bubba's insights? Good for him!" Number Three said with genuine enthusiasm.

Ahsoka chuckled softly at his response, her hand moving to gently pat his shoulder in a gesture of camaraderie. "Bubba's insights have indeed been invaluable. His unique perspective and experiences have opened our eyes to many things we wouldn't have otherwise considered."

Dr. Emily approached, pushing a medical cart with various monitoring equipment. "We're ready to move you, Guardian. Just remember to let us know if you experience any discomfort or unusual symptoms." She adjusted a neural interface on his head, checking the readouts on her tablet. "This will help us monitor your brain activity in real-time. Are you ready to go to the bridge?"

"Yea, let me get used to the armor and muscles," he said, taking a moment to stretch and feel the new power coursing through him.

Ahsoka nodded, understanding the significance of his comment. "Of course, take your time. We're not in any rush." She stepped back to give him space, allowing him to stretch and adjust to his body's capabilities. The armor, while familiar, felt different - more powerful, more alive somehow.

Dr. Emily watched his movements closely, making notes on her tablet. "Your muscle mass is indeed impressive, Guardian. The Master Chief also got an upgrade from the Librarian once. I think this may be similar."

"This armor is fire! Who made this? It doesn't look Forerunner," Number Three remarked, examining the intricate design.

Dr. Halsey stepped forward, her interest clearly piqued by his question. "Actually, this armor is a fascinating hybrid. It utilizes Forerunner technology, but the design and manufacturing process were developed by the Elites and our team here at UNSC R&D." She gestured to the intricate details of the armor. "The Arbiter gave it to you himself."

"The Arbiter, huh? Damn, maybe here I'm not unlucky, but actually really lucky?" he mused, a genuine smile touching his lips for the first time.

Ahsoka smiled warmly at his words, clearly pleased by his optimistic attitude. "You're absolutely right, Guardian. I think you might be one of the luckiest - or perhaps most fortunate - individuals I've met in this multiverse."

Dr. Emily adjusted the neural interface on his head, her fingers brushing against his skin with expert precision. "The Arbiter sees something special in you, Guardian. Your unique experiences and perspectives have made you an invaluable asset to our cause." She paused, checking the readouts on her tablet. "Now, how do you feel? Ready to move to the bridge?"

"Yes ma'am, let's roll," Number Three said, his voice firm with newfound confidence. He glanced at Subaru and the others. "Subaru and friends... I hope we see each other again soon."

“Aye Guardian. Good luck. You’ll be back to full strength soon!”, Said Garfiel.

The others gave him firm nods, with Subaru looking like he’d seen a ghost.

Ahsoka's face revealed a complex expression—concern and resolve. "We will, Guardian. I promise. Subaru, Emilia, Beatrice, Rem, Garf and everyone else will be on the ship." She squeezed his hand gently before stepping back to allow the medical staff to wheel him out of the room.

As he was pushed down the corridor, Isabel's hologram kept pace beside him. "I'll be monitoring your vitals throughout the journey, Guardian. Remember, if you feel any discomfort or if your powers start to manifest unexpectedly, we need to know immediately." Her holographic hand reached out to steady the medical cart as they navigated a tight corner.

"I think I can walk normally now. The armor is feeling my thoughts," he announced, feeling the suit respond to his intentions.

Ahsoka nodded approvingly, a glimmer of excitement in her eyes. "That's excellent, Guardian. It seems your bond with the armor is already strengthening." She fell into step beside him as he began to walk, her presence both comforting and invigorating.

Dr. Emily and Dr. Halsey followed close behind, their gazes alternating between him and the medical equipment they were carrying. "We'll continue to monitor your vitals and neural activity, but it's good to see you regaining your mobility," Dr. Emily assured him. "The armor's responsiveness to your thoughts is a promising sign of your recovery."

As they reached the bridge, the bustling activity came to a temporary halt. Cheers and clapping erupted, with a few whistles thrown in.

Chapter Text

18.1 Darkley

As the cheering died down, Number Three couldn't help but blush and shy away from the attention. "What did I do?" he murmured, feeling overwhelmed by the unexpected adoration.

Ahsoka chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "You've become something of a legend, Guardian."

Admiral Lasky pushed through the crew respectfully and came over. "Guardian, Isabel filled me in on your... unique mental state. The cheering is because Operation Coin Clip was a huge success. The Banished no longer have the advantage; we're just about on equal footing with them. It's all thanks to you, Guardian. It was your plan after all."

Number Three nodded, taking in the admiration and respect from the crew. "I'm just glad I could help. And I'm grateful for everyone's support." His thoughts turned to Ahsoka, standing beside him with pride etched on her face. He noticed her hand resting lightly on his arm, a subtle gesture of encouragement and connection. The bridge's energy felt intense and inspiring, with crew members rushing to their stations as the ship's proximity to a Banished stronghold became apparent.

Admiral Lasky's face turned serious. "Guardian, I need to know if you're ready to join us for this battle. Your insights could be crucial, but we understand if you need more time to recover." He glanced at Dr. Emily and Dr. Halsey, seeking their professional opinion. The medical officers exchanged a look.

"I heard I need to observe a battle with you?" Number Three asked.

Ahsoka nodded solemnly, her hand still resting on his arm. "Yes, Guardian. Admiral Lasky has invited you to observe the upcoming battle against the Banished from the bridge. It's an opportunity to gain real-time tactical experience without being directly involved in the fighting."

Dr. Emily stepped forward, her expression serious. "However, we need to make it clear that this is purely observational. You're still recovering from your injuries and the incident with the Forerunner Artifact. We can't risk overexerting you or triggering any uncontrolled power surges."

Admiral Lasky agreed, his gaze shifting between him and the medical officers. "Absolutely. The Guardian's well-being is our top priority."

"Well, I'm ready. What am I watching?" Number Three asked.

Lasky's expression became all business. "Operation 74... Thrawn's odds of our success. Ratchet and Clank in the Aphelion and the Ghost are planting thrusters and bombs on derelict ships. They will crash into the portal facility after our infiltration team goes in and gets any info they can. That team is Blue Team, Julius, and Reiner. We'll be observing through helmet cams and ship sensors."

Ahsoka stepped closer to him, her voice low and reassuring. "I know this is a lot to take in, Guardian. But remember, you don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with. The Admiral and the rest of the crew understand your situation."

Dr. Halsey chimed in, her tone professional yet warm. "We'll make sure you're well-supported throughout the observation. The medical team will be standing by, and we can adjust the setup as needed to ensure your comfort."

Lasky nodded, his expression a mix of determination and concern.

"I don't think I'm any smarter than you guys," Number Three said with a self-deprecating shrug, "but if you say so, I'm game."

Ahsoka smiled warmly. "Your humility is admirable, Guardian, but underestimating yourself is a mistake. You have already proven invaluable to me- us."

Admiral Lasky nodded in agreement. "Your insight and tactical thinking have been critical in our recent successes. We've seen how your perspective, shaped by your own unique experiences, has led to creative solutions that others might not have considered."

Dr. Emily spoke up, her tone reassuring. "Your willingness to learn and adapt, even in challenging circumstances, is a strength we can all benefit from."

"When does it start?" Number Three asked, a nervous energy buzzing beneath his skin.

Admiral Lasky checked his watch. "Right about now. All three teams should be in place."
Isabel's voice echoed calmly across the bridge. "Sir, helmet footage coming in now."

Admiral Lasky turned to the main viewscreen as the video feeds from the various teams appeared. Number Three saw the Chief and his squad infiltrating the portal facility, their armor blending seamlessly with the dark, decaying interior. Another feed showed Ratchet and Clank on the Aphelion, meticulously attaching thrusters and explosives to derelict ships. A third feed showed Hera piloting the Ghost.

"So AOT is here..." Number Three muttered under his breath, his eyes wide as he recognized Reiner. "...and did you say Thrawn? Do I get to meet him too? Not to impose, but I'm sort of a huge fan of everyone here from my world's fiction."

Admiral Lasky and Ahsoka exchanged a surprised look at his outburst. "Guardian," Lasky said carefully, his voice regaining its command edge, "We appreciate your enthusiasm, but this is an operation. People are risking their lives out there."

"Damn, sorry Admiral," Number Three said, immediately chastened. "This still doesn't feel real to me."

Lasky's stern demeanor softened slightly. "I understand, Guardian. It's a lot to process." He turned back to the viewscreen as Isabel announced, "Sir, Blue Team is inside the facility. They've begun scanning for data on the Banished and the Didact's location."

Ahsoka squeezed his hand gently. "Remember, Guardian, we're here to support you. If anything feels overwhelming, just say the word and we'll adjust the setup or end the observation entirely."

His heart monitor beeped, its steady rhythm betraying his agitation as he watched the unfolding operation with a mix of awe and unease.

Isabel's voice cut through the tension. "Initiating Operation 74. Blue Team, status report."

The Chief's voice crackled over the comms, his tone tense yet focused. "We're in, Admiral. Scanning for data now. Julius and Reiner are sweeping this floor."

Number Three was about to respond when a sudden commotion erupted on the viewscreen. The feed from Blue Team's helmet cams flickered wildly as blaster fire erupted in the portal facility. The Chief's gruff voice bellowed, "Contact! Banished forces, multiple hostiles!" The team returned fire, their plasma bolts lighting up the dim interior as they took cover behind crumbling columns.

Admiral Lasky leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "Ghost, Aphelion, what's your status?"

Ratchet's voice crackled over the comms, tension evident in his words. "Almost finished here, Admiral. Just a few more ships to prep."

"Admiral, I think the Ghost team should arm up..." Number Three suggested, his voice tense.

Admiral Lasky glanced at him, considering the suggestion. "Arming up, Guardian? We discussed this plan to avoid direct conflict..."

Ahsoka interjected, her brow furrowed with concern. "Guardian, are you sure about this? You're still recovering..."

Number Three took a deep breath, steadying himself. "At the risk of sounding stupid, if the Banished are working with the Prometheans, then they could spawn in outerspace right on top of the crew. They couldn't here usually due to y'all's defenses against that, but the Ghost doesn't have those."

Isabel nodded, a flicker of worry crossing her face as she tapped a few commands into her console. "Arming the Ghost team now, Admiral. Estimated time to full combat readiness: 3 minutes."

Admiral Lasky frowned, his fingers drumming an impatient rhythm on the armrest of his chair. "Dammit, this complicates things. Blue Team, status report. Chief, how are you holding up in there?"

The Chief's voice came through, punctuated by the distant crackle of blaster fire. "Holding the line, sir. Reinforcements just arrived. We've got a bit of a standoff here. Looks like they're trying to protect something..."

"Or someone..." Number Three added, the words slipping out almost unconsciously.

Admiral Lasky's eyes widened at his suggestion, his gaze shifting back to the viewscreen. "Guardian, what makes you think they might be protecting someone?"

Number Three leaned forward, his heart pounding as he tried to focus through the haze of his fragmented memories. "I can't answer that. I just have this weird feeling."

Ahsoka placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, her eyes reflecting the dance of battle on the viewscreen. "The Guardian's instincts have been reliable thus far, Admiral. Perhaps it's worth considering."

Isabel turned to face the admiral, her holographic form flickering with urgency. "Sir, I've enhanced the sensors as requested. There's... something unusual about the energy readings from the facility. It's unlike anything we've encountered before. It could be a trap, or... something more."

Admiral Lasky's expression darkened as he processed the new information. "Blue Team, be on high alert. If you encounter any unusual activity, fall back immediately." His stern gaze lingered on the Guardian for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. The Admiral took a deep breath, his fingers tapping a staccato rhythm on the armrest as he considered the new developments. The bridge crew held their breath, awaiting his decision.

"Alright, Guardian," Lasky finally said, his voice heavy with resignation. "We'll play this your way. Isabel, keep the sensors locked on that energy signature. If it so much as twitches in the wrong direction, I want to know about it."

Isabel nodded, her holographic form shimmering as she turned back to her console. "Understood, Admiral."

The Admiral turned his attention back to the viewscreen, his gaze locked on the chaotic scene unfolding within the portal facility. The Chief's voice crackled over the comms, punctuated by the sharp retort of plasma fire. "Sir, we've breached the inner chamber... Contact! Danger close!"

They watched on the viewscreen as the anomaly Isabel mentioned moved at lightning speed. On the Chief's helmet cam, a black streak too fast to see flew into him, sending the Spartan flying fifteen meters and through a wall.

Isabel's voice rose with alarm as she frantically tapped commands into her console. "Admiral, the energy signature - it's not just moving, it's changing! The readings are off the charts!"

Ahsoka's hand tightened on Number Three's shoulder as she watched the chaos unfold. "Guardian, do you recognize this... whatever it is?"

"I need a clear visual," Number Three said, his voice strained. "I don't know, it's familiar..."
Admiral Lasky's jaw clenched as he barked orders. "Chief, status report! The rest of you, hold the line!"

The Chief's voice came through, strained and labored. "I'm... I'm hit, sir. Not sure how bad... But I'm still in the fight. Target is on the move, humanoid."

Isabel zoomed in on the Chief's helmet cam, the feed crackling with interference. A dark, indistinct figure could be seen darting between the crumbling ruins of the facility, moving with a speed that seemed almost inhuman.

"It's like a ghost," the Chief gasped, struggling to his feet amidst a cloud of dust. "It's fast. I can't get a lock!"

On the bridge, Ahsoka leaned closer to the viewscreen, her brow furrowed in concentration. "Guardian, does this remind you of anything? Any of your memories?"

Number Three shook his head, a sinking feeling in his gut. "I... I don't know. It can't be her. Surely not."

Admiral Lasky leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the blurred figure on the screen. "Guardian, you said you suspected they might be protecting someone. Who did you have in mind?"

Isabel's voice cut in. "Sir, they've surrounded the target. It was gathering materials from the site, probably portal tech."

Ahsoka's eyes widened as she processed the update. "Materials? You mean it's not just attacking, it's scavenging?"

The Admiral's grip on the armrest tightened, his knuckles turning white. "Guardian, who did you suspect they might be protecting? We need to know what we're dealing with."

The Chief's voice was sharp and clear. "Sir, target spotted. She's not moving. Correction, she's gathering data from a terminal. Moving to engage. Blue Team, fan out!"

The Spartans surrounded the woman with long black hair in seconds, their guns trained on her head as she casually gathered data.

"Hello boys..." the woman said, her voice carrying a chilling, familiar malice.
"Put the data core down and identify yourself immediately," the Chief's voice boomed, unwavering.

The woman slowly turned, a smirk playing on her face as she regarded the Spartans. "Oh please, this is no more your property than it is theirs." She gestured vaguely, and the Banished forces around her materialized from the shadows, their weapons raised and ready. "You're in my way, Spartan. Not a good place to be..."

"It's... it's... it's Darkley, Admiral!" Number Three's voice was a strained, horrified whisper that cracked into a shout. "It's my fucking alter, Darkley, in the flesh!"

The Admiral's eyes widened in shock as the realization hit him. "Darkley? An alter? Here? In person?" All eyes on the bridge snapped to the helmet cam feed as the Spartans moved in, unaware of this devastating development.

The woman's smirk widened as she noticed their hesitancy. "Come now, Spartans. You've seen enough to know I'm not some common Banished soldier. I'm offering you a chance to walk away." She gestured casually,the Banished troops moving closer. "Unless you'd rather join your friends on the other side?"

The Chief's voice crackled through the comms, his words laced with suspicion. "Sir, she's got some kind of Banished/Forerunner tech. The readings are off the charts." The Spartans maintained their aim, but a palpable unease now permeated their disciplined stance. Darkley regarded them with an almost pitying expression.

Lasky slammed a fist on his console. "Guardian, we need intel on this woman yesterday! She put the Chief through a wall!"

The Guardian's breath hitched, the weight of the revelation settling heavily on his shoulders. "Darkley... she's... she's one of my trauma holders. She became good though, I don't understand what she's doing... Admiral, if she has a body that represents her, and there's magic here... the Spartans may be in trouble. DD is a goddamn CQB savant!"

Admiral Lasky's face set in a grim line. "CQB savant? You mean she's as good as the Spartans in close-quarters combat?"

The Chief's voice crackled through the comms, tinged with a rare note of concern. "Sir, she's taunting us now. Saying we can leave, but she's not dropping the data core."

Darkley's smirk widened, her eyes never leaving the Spartans. "Tick tock, Spartans. Your window of opportunity is closing."

Ahsoka moved closer to the viewscreen, her face pale. "Guardian, is there any way to reach her? To get her to stand down?"

"Put me through the Chief's helmet speakers!" Number Three demanded.

The Admiral quickly nodded, and moments later, Number Three's voice echoed through the Chief's helmet comms. "Darkley, what the fuck?! The Banished are bad guys! Come with the Chief now, we can work this out!"

Darkley's face narrowed, her playful malice shifting into something colder. "I have to keep you safe, Matthew. Or should I say, Guardian. You wouldn't approve or understand. We'll... times up. Toodaloo boys."

The Spartans braced for her attack, but instead, with a casual wave, a black, swirling mass erupted from her feet, and she disappeared into a dark portal that snapped shut almost instantly.

The bridge erupted into a flurry of activity as the Spartans reported the sudden disappearance. The Chief's voice was a low growl through the comms. "She's gone, sir. Vanished into thin air."

The Admiral turned to Number Three, his expression a mix of concern and urgency. "Guardian, what do we know about this Darkley? How can we track her? How can we stop her?"

Ahsoka stepped forward, her eyes reflecting the gravity of the situation. "We need to understand her motivations. Why is she here? Why does she have a physical form?"

Dr. Halsey, her voice steady despite the chaos, interjected, "Her technology is unlike anything we've seen. If we can analyze the data she was gathering, we might find a way to counter it."

Dr Emily, “His vitals are rising…”

Number Three took a deep breath, trying to steady his thoughts. "Darkley... she was a part of my past, a trauma holder. She's extremely dangerous. DD is a shadow demon. She can become semi-corporeal, walk through walls, avoid bullets and swords and fists. She can move at incredible speed with the cockroach dash. She can do any move with her body that she has witnessed. She is a master swordsman and gunman. And now she has portals."

The Admiral's eyes widened as he processed the information. "A shadow demon? With portals? This changes everything." He turned to the comms officer. "Patch me through to the Spartans. I need to know if they're alright and what they saw."

The Chief's voice crackled through the comms, his words clipped and tense. "Sir, we're fine. But this woman... she's not human. She moved like a phantom. And the portal... we can't predict where she'll come from next. Sir, the structure is collapsing. Reiner and Julius have made it outside and we've got what we can from the data module with Isabel."

The Admiral's face set in a grim line. "Understood, Chief. Get your team back to the ship immediately." He turned back to Number Three. "Guardian, we need to know everything. Where might she go? What is her goal here?"

Ahsoka stepped forward, her hand resting gently on his shoulder. "Guardian, I know this is difficult, but we need your help. What can you tell us about Darkley's past? What made her this way?"

"I don't know her motivation," Number Three admitted, his voice heavy. "Her only goal now was to protect me. She... she dealt with the crazy abuse with Mew before we turned ten years old and ate the other alters that experienced it. She was evil, but I changed her."

The Admiral's face revealed shock and sympathy, his words measured. "Guardian, I'm sorry for what you've been through. But we can't let this personal history cloud our judgment. We need to understand and prepare for the threat she poses now." He turned to his tactical team. "Run a full analysis on all recent portal activity. If she's here, she must have a base of operations somewhere."

Dr. Halsey's voice cut through the air, professional and firm. "The trauma integration process you've been through has clearly had a profound effect on your systems. But we can't discount the possibility that your perception of Darkley may be compromised." She paused, choosing her words carefully.

"No," Number Three insisted, a flicker of defiant certainty in his eyes. "DD would never kill an innocent life. Not unless... she thinks she can eventually time travel and save every single one of them. That's what I would do."

Ahsoka nodded solemnly, her eyes filled with understanding and concern. "Guardian, I know you believe in the goodness of your friends, but we have to consider all possibilities. If Darkley has the power to manipulate time itself, who knows what lengths she might go to in order to achieve her goals?"

The Admiral's expression darkened as he pondered the implications. "If she's capable of such feats, we could be facing a threat unlike anything we've encountered before. We need to act quickly and decisively."

Dr. Halsey stepped forward, her tone serious yet compassionate. "Guardian, your unique perspective on this situation is invaluable. However, we must also consider the psychological impact of your past experiences. There's a fine line between understanding and blind loyalty in such complex circumstances."

Ahsoka's hand found his, a gesture of comfort and reassurance. "We're not questioning your judgment, Guardian. We're just trying to ensure we have all the facts before we act. Can you think of anything else that might help us understand Darkley's current state of mind or her goals?"

The Admiral turned to his tactical team, his words laced with urgency. "I need a full analysis of all portal activity in the last 24 hours."

Isabel's voice cut through the tension. "Sir, the team in space is reporting Promethean activity!"

The Admiral's head snapped towards Isabel, his eyes narrowing with a mix of concern and determination. "Promethean activity? That's not what we need right now. Can we get a visual?"

Isabel nodded, her holographic form flickering as she accessed the relevant feeds. A holographic display materialized above the table, showing a swarm of Promethean Knights and Crawlers engaging with the Ghost crew on the derelict ship.

"Sir, if DD has already collapsed the building and gotten the data, then we don't need the space team right?" Number Three reasoned, his voice gaining a sliver of strategic confidence. "They should flee. It's not worth the risk."

Admiral Lasky's face set in a grim expression as he processed the suggestion. He turned to Isabel, his voice tense with urgency. "Isabel, relay my orders to the space team immediately. Tell them to disengage and evacuate the area. Return to the Infinity at once. We can't risk any more casualties."

Isabel nodded, her holographic form flickering as she established a comms link. "Understood, sir. I'm patching you through now."

Ahsoka stepped closer to him, her hand resting gently on his shoulder in a gesture of support. "Guardian, I know this is difficult for you."

"Yea, this is quite a lot," Number Three admitted, running a hand through his hair. "First I have no memory of all this, now DD is a physical person trying to... I don't even know what..."

Ahsoka's grip on his shoulder tightened slightly, her eyes reflecting a mix of empathy and resolve. "I understand that this is overwhelming, Guardian. But we need to focus on the task at hand. Darkley's actions have escalated the situation, and we must be prepared for any eventuality."

Dr. Halsey interjected, her voice steady and analytical. "Guardian, your memories may be fragmented, but your instincts are still intact. Trust them. We need to consider all possibilities, including the worst-case scenario. If Darkley is indeed manipulating time and space, we must be ready to counter her moves."

The Admiral's voice crackled over the comms, urgency lacing his words as he coordinated the retreat. He glanced at Ahsoka, noting the concern etched on her features as she listened. She turned to him, her expression softening slightly. "Guardian, I know this is a lot to take in right now. Your memories are still fragmented, and now we're dealing with this Darkley situation. But I need you to stay focused. We're going to get through this together, no matter what."

"I've never done anything like this, Ahsoka," he confessed, the weight of it all pressing down on him. "I'm just some guy."

Ahsoka squeezed his shoulder gently, her eyes meeting his with an intense, unwavering gaze. "No, Guardian. You're not just some guy. You're a survivor, a fighter, and someone who has already proven their strength in the face of unimaginable adversity."

She took a step closer, her voice lowering to a more intimate tone. "I've seen you open portals with your mind, transport entire ships across vast distances, and face down ancient beings with nothing but your wits and your willpower. You have powers beyond anything I've ever witnessed, and a resilience that astounds me." Ahsoka's hand slid down his arm, her fingers intertwining with his in a firm, reassuring grip.

"Damn, OK," Number Three said, a new resolve settling over his features as he looked from her determined face to the busy bridge, to the Admiral managing the crisis. "Well, if you guys believe in Bubba that much... then I'll give this my all. With confidence."

18.2 Wraiths

Ahsoka's face lit up with a proud smile, her grip on his hand tightening. "That's what I like to hear, Guardian. Confidence is half the battle. With your abilities and our support, we can face whatever comes our way."

Dr. Halsey stepped closer, her usual stern expression softening slightly. "Your dedication is admirable, Guardian. I've seen firsthand how you've pushed beyond your physical and mental limits. With proper training and support, I believe you can master your newfound powers."

Admiral Lasky's voice crackled through the comms again, his tone urgent. "Team, we're detecting multiple energy signatures converging on the portal facility."

"DD said the Spartans were running out of time," Number Three interjected, the memory surfacing with sudden clarity. "Reiner is with them. They could ride the armored titan out of there."

"Isabel, get me a direct line to Reiner and the Spartans," Lasky ordered. "We need to coordinate our efforts and get them out of there as soon as possible."

Isabel's holographic form flickered as she worked on establishing the connection. "I'm trying to patch you through, Admiral. It's a bit chaotic on their end, but I'll do my best to get a clear signal."

"Wait, I'm remembering something," Number Three said, his eyes widening. "Those energy signatures closing in... those are Wraiths! I remember that Wraith Subaru mentioned now. When we went to R&D I saw what the signature looked like on a terminal. They're about to be surrounded by Banished Wraiths, Admiral!"

Ahsoka's eyes widened in realization, her hand instinctively reaching for the lightsaber at her side. "Wraiths? Are you sure, Guardian?"

Admiral Lasky's voice boomed over the comms, "Confirmed, we're detecting multiple Wraith signatures. They're moving in fast."

Dr. Halsey's brow furrowed in concentration as she began to bark orders. "We need to get the Spartan team out of there immediately. Isabel, I need that com line to them!"

Isabel's hologram flickered, her words urgent. "I have them, Admiral! Master Chief is reporting heavy enemy activity and multiple Wraith signatures closing in."

The comms crackled with static before a gruff voice cut through. "Admiral, this is 117. We're pinned down inside the facility. Julius is hurt. The Banished forces have us surrounded, and we just spotted at least six Wraiths moving in on our position."

Lasky's response was immediate. "Chief, use Reiner's armored titan and get the hell out of there!"

Master Chief's voice was steady despite the chaos. "Roger that, Admiral. We'll make use of the titan and get out of here."

The bridge watched the feed as Reiner transformed into the Armored Titan, with a cloud of steam and grabbed the Spartans and a wounded Julius. A massive explosion slammed into Reiner's armor as a Wraith made a direct hit, the plasma sliding off his hardened skin as he continued his desperate sprint away from the facility.

"Admiral, we're still under heavy fire!" the Chief's voice crackled over the comms, barely audible over the roar of the exploding Wraith fire. "Reiner's armor is taking a beating, but we're pushing through."

Ahsoka gripped the back of a chair tightly, her knuckles turning white. "We have to help them, Admiral. The Banished won't stop until they're dead or captured."

Dr. Halsey shook her head, her expression grim. "We can't risk sending more troops in there now. The Banished have them surrounded, and with those Wraiths... it's too dangerous."

"Reiner will break through their line," Number Three stated, a surge of conviction in his voice.
Admiral Lasky's voice was a low growl over the comms. "Reiner, you hear that? You need to break through their line and get those Spartans to safety. We can't afford to lose them."

The comms crackled with static, and then Reiner's voice boomed through, "Affirmative, Admiral. I've got the Spartans secured. We're pushing through now."

The bridge fell silent as everyone watched the holographic display, showing the Armored Titan plowing through the Banished forces, Wraith plasma rounds exploding all around them. The titan barreled through the enemy like a freight train. The Spartans, clinging to its shoulders, returned fire, their weapons cutting through the enemy ranks.

Isabel's holographic display flickered as she updated the situation, her voice tense. "Admiral, the Spartans are reporting heavy casualties among the Banished forces, but the Wraiths are proving to be a significant challenge. Reiner's armor is taking a beating."

Dr. Halsey leaned in, her eyes narrowed as she studied the tactical display. "If those Wraiths manage to take out the titan, the Spartans will be stranded and vulnerable. We need to find a way to even the odds."

Ahsoka turned to Number Three, her expression a mix of concern and determination. Turning back to the holographic display, "Isabel, can the Ghost or the Aphelion get to their position in time to extract them?"

Isabel's hologram flickered, her voice urgent as she calculated trajectories. "The Aphelion is closer, but it will still be a tight window. I can plot a course, but we need to act now."

Admiral Lasky barked orders, his voice echoing through the bridge. "Ratchet, we need an extraction!"

Ratchet's voice came through the comms, steady and focused. "I'm on it, Admiral. The Aphelion is en route. ETA is two minutes. We'll need to clear a path for them to land safely."

"Tell Reiner to use his hardening on his hands," Number Three suggested, a flash of tactical insight striking him. "He can catch the plasma balls and toss them back at the enemy."

Reiner's voice came through the comms, strained but determined. "I'll do my best, but those plasma rounds are intense. I'll give it a shot."

The bridge crew watched intently as Reiner's Armored Titan began to adapt its tactics. The titan's massive hands glowed with a new energy, hardening to withstand the plasma rounds. The Wraiths' attacks continued, but Reiner's hands shot out, catching the superheated plasma balls mid-air, the energy crackling around his fingers. With a powerful heave, he tossed the captured plasma back at the enemy. The rounds exploded among the Banished forces, scattering their lines and disabling one of the Wraiths in a spectacular blast.

"Hell yea!" Number Three shouted with some of the bridge members, a grin breaking across his face as the tactic worked.

Ahsoka allowed herself a small smile at his exclamation, even as the battle raged on. "Reiner's hardening is giving them an edge, but those Wraiths are still dangerous. We need to keep the pressure on."

Isabel's holographic display updated, showing the Aphelion approaching the Spartans' position. "Thirty seconds to landing zone. I've plotted a course for the Aphelion to skim the surface, allowing the Spartans to jump aboard as they approach."

On the hologram, the Aphelion could be seen streaking across the landscape, its engines flaring as it adjusted its trajectory. The Spartans, still clinging to Reiner's armored titan, prepared for the extraction. Master Chief's voice crackled through the comms, his words steady despite the chaos around him. "Aphelion in sight. We're prepping for extraction." The ship began its descent, its engines creating a wall of force that pushed back the Banished forces.

As the Aphelion approached, the Spartans released their grip on Reiner's titan. They leapt into the air, their jetpacks roaring to life as they soared towards the landing ship, one carrying Reiner and another carrying Julius. The Wraiths realized what was happening and redirected their fire, plasma rounds whizzing past the Spartans as they flew.

The Aphelion's landing ramp opened as the ship hovered just above the surface. The Spartans, Reiner, and Julius, their armor scorched and dented from the intense battle, managed to land safely inside the ship's cargo hold. The Aphelion's engines roared as it quickly ascended, pulling away from the chaos below.

Back on the UNSC Infinity's bridge, the crew let out a collective breath of relief as the Spartans were confirmed aboard.

"Did the Ghost make it?" Number Three asked, his mind already racing to the next tactical move. "Those derelict ships could still be sent down to take out those Banished forces."

Isabel's holographic display flickered, showing the Ghost's position. "The Ghost is en route, but they're still a few minutes out. The derelict ships are unstable, but I might be able to stabilize one long enough to give it a shot at hitting the enemy forces. The Banished are still very much a threat, but with the Spartans safe and the Ghost on the way, we have an opportunity to turn the tide."

She paused, studying the holographic display intently. "I've identified a derelict cruiser that might be stable enough for this, but we'll need to act fast before the Prometheans remove the thrusters."

Ahsoka nodded grimly at Isabel's assessment, her expression hardening with determination. "We can't let the Banished regroup. If we can take out their main forces here, it'll be a huge blow to their operations."

Isabel began working frantically on her holographic controls, her fingers moving with practiced precision. "I'm running the necessary calculations now. The Ghost and the Aphelion have escaped, but the derelict cruiser's stability is rapidly deteriorating. We have a narrow window to act before it becomes completely unsalvageable."

Her brow furrowed with concentration. "I've managed to temporarily reroute power from the ship's decaying systems to the thrusters and stabilizers. But we only have a few minutes before the entire structure collapses in on itself. Hopefully, it will hit the enemy."

The Banished forces on the ground, unaware of the impending danger as they began to salvage and scavenge the facility, were caught completely off guard. The cruiser, now controlled by Isabel's ingenious system, began to enter the atmosphere. The Banished soldiers scrambled to avoid the debris raining down from the deteriorating ship as it lurched forward, threatening to crash down on them.

Isabel's holographic display showed the derelict cruiser's progress, its trajectory aimed directly at the Banished forces. The soldiers realized the danger too late, their screams of alarm drowned out by the screeching metal as the cruiser plummeted towards them. The impact was catastrophic, sending a massive shockwave across the battlefield that threw everyone back. The Banished forces were decimated, their remaining units scattered and disoriented by the destruction.

"How's that for 74 percent, Admiral? Heh," Number Three said, a weary but triumphant smirk on his face.

Admiral Lasky, still watching the tactical display intently, turned to him with a grim smile. "74 percent, eh? I'd say we're at about 82 now," he joked. His expression sobered instantly. "Guardian, we'll need a report on this... Darkley."

The bridge of the UNSC Infinity was finally calm as the mission was declared a success. Admiral Thrawn's image appeared on the holotable. "Congratulations on your success, Admiral. I'm getting the reports of your attack now."

"We've managed to turn the tide, but the situation with Darkley is far from resolved," Lasky said, his voice steady. "I need a full report on her capabilities and motivations. If she's capable of collapsing buildings with her portal technology, she poses a significant threat."

Lasky nodded, turning to Ahsoka, who had been quietly observing. "Ahsoka, can you brief Thrawn on what we know about Darkley? Every detail could be crucial."

Ahsoka stepped forward, her expression serious. "Darkley is a rogue operative with advanced portal technology. She's shown the ability to manipulate space and time, creating portals that can transport matter and energy over vast distances. She can slip through walls and blaster fire and is a deadly fighter. Her motivations are unclear, but her actions suggest she's working against the Banished, possibly for her own gain."

Thrawn's holographic image nodded thoughtfully.

"And there's one other thing," Ahsoka added. "She is an alter of the Guardian. He doesn't know how; the fight on the Infinity with the Didact left him with a temporary memory lapse."

Thrawn's eyes narrowed as he processed this new information. "An alter of the Guardian? That complicates matters significantly. We need to understand how she fits into the larger picture and what her endgame is." He paused, his gaze shifting to Number Three. "Guardian, can you shed any light on this? Any memories or insights that might help us understand Darkley's connection to you?"

"She wanted to protect me," Number Three said, the words feeling both true and insufficient. "If she has a new goal... I wouldn't know..."

Thrawn's gaze intensified, his eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and concern. "Protect you? From what or whom?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. "And how does her technology factor into this? Your insights could be invaluable in predicting her next move."

Ahsoka turned to him, her expression softening slightly. "Bubba, I mean, Guardian, take your time. We need to understand this connection, but your well-being is our priority."

Dr. Halsey, who had been quietly observing from the side, stepped forward. "The Guardian has been through a lot."

"Protect me from anything and everything," Number Three clarified, a familiar, heavy feeling settling in his chest. "She would front when I was in danger. I've only spoken to a few of my alters since coming to the planet."

Thrawn's holographic form shifted, his armor creaking slightly as he processed this information. "Fascinating. So there could be more of them." His eyes gleamed with a mix of intrigue and calculation. "If Darkley is an alter of the Guardian, and she possesses advanced portal technology, we must consider the possibility that other alters exist, each with their own unique abilities and agendas."

He turned to Admiral Lasky, his voice firm. "We need to prioritize intelligence gathering on Darkley and any potential alters. Understood?"

Admiral Lasky nodded, his expression grave. "Absolutely. I'll assign a team to focus on this immediately. We need to know who these alters are, what they want, and how they fit into the larger conflict."

Dr. Halsey interjected, her voice steady and analytical. "Counselor Troi is already assessing the Guardian almost daily."

Thrawn's gaze shifted back to Number Three, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity. "Guardian, if you don't mind me asking, what do you know about your other alters? Any details, no matter how small, could be crucial in understanding this complex situation."

Number Three took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts. "I remember a lot. I'll need to make a briefing for everyone, it could take hours and I may forget things."

Thrawn's holographic form tilted slightly, his eyes narrowing as he considered the words. "Understood. We appreciate your cooperation and willingness to share. However, for now, we need to focus on the immediate threat. The Banished won't take this lying down. Darkley's portal technology has the potential to upset the balance of power in this conflict. We must be prepared for any contingencies."

Admiral Lasky nodded in agreement, his fingers drumming against the holotable. "Thrawn's right. We need to be ready for anything. The Banished, now that they know about Darkley's capabilities, will likely accelerate their plans. We need to be one step ahead of them." He turned, his gaze intense. "Guardian, get some rest and make that report."

Number Three nodded, feeling the weight of the situation bearing down on him. "I will. I'll compile everything I can remember about my alters and their potential abilities. It might take some time, but I'll do my best to be thorough."

Ahsoka placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Take all the time you need, Bubba. We'll be here to support you. We need to understand this to protect everyone."

Dr. Halsey stepped forward, her voice gentle yet firm. "I'll assist you in any way I can. We need to ensure that your mental health remains stable while you delve into these memories. It's crucial that you don't overwhelm yourself."

Thrawn nodded, his holographic form flickering slightly. "Very well. I'll leave you in the capable hands of Dr. Halsey and the medical team. Remember, Guardian, your well-being is paramount. We need you at your best to navigate these challenges."

With a final nod to the assembled group, Thrawn's hologram faded, leaving the bridge in a moment of tense silence.

Admiral Lasky turned to Ahsoka, his expression grave. "Ahsoka, I need you to coordinate with the Republic and the Covenant forces. We need to be ready for any Banished retaliation. They won't take this setback lightly."

Ahsoka nodded solemnly, her hand still resting on his shoulder. "I understand, Admiral. I'll reach out to Anakin and Yularen immediately. We'll be ready for whatever the Banished throw at us."

Admiral Lasky turned to him, his gaze intense. "Guardian, as soon as you're able, I need that report on your alters. Every detail, no matter how small, could be crucial in understanding the full picture and preparing for potential threats."

Number Three nodded, feeling the weight of responsibility settling on his shoulders. "I won't let you down, sir."

"And Guardian," Lasky added, a note of genuine respect in his voice. "Or Three, as I heard it. Good work today. Go now, get some rest."

He made his way to the medical bay, Dr. Halsey by his side. The hum of the ship's engines and the soft beeps of medical equipment filled the air as they walked. The medical bay was a bustling hub of activity, with medics tending to wounded Spartans and other crew members. Dr. Halsey led him to a private room, the door sliding shut behind them with a soft hiss.

The room was dimly lit, the walls adorned with holographic displays showing various medical readouts and diagnostic tools. He sat down on the edge of the medical bed, the cool metal surface seeping through his armor. Dr. Halsey took a seat next to him, her eyes reflecting the soft glow of the interfaces. "Bubba, I want you to take this seriously. Diving into your memories, especially those involving your alters, can be taxing. We need to ensure your mental health remains stable throughout this process."

"Yes, Doctor," he replied.

Dr. Halsey nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Good. I know this isn't easy for you, but I appreciate your cooperation. Now, let's start with some basic questions. How are you feeling physically? Any dizziness, headaches, or unusual sensations?" Her eyes scanned the holographic displays, monitoring his vital signs and brain activity.

He took a deep breath, considering her question. "I'm feeling okay, I guess. A bit tired from the battle, but nothing major. The headache from earlier seems to have subsided." He glanced down at his hands, noticing the faint shimmer of energy still dancing across his fingertips. "It's more the mental aspect that's concerning me."

"I still can't remember the last week of being here or speak to any of my alters... aside from Mew," he confessed, the admission feeling heavy. "He said it was fine... so maybe I just need sleep."

Dr. Halsey's face contorted with concern as she listened. "I understand your frustration, Number Three, but we need to be cautious. Memory loss, especially of this duration, is a serious matter. It could be a symptom of something more complex." She paused, her fingers hovering over a holographic control panel. "Mew... is he the alter who cannot speak?"

"Yea," Number Three confirmed. "He controls my body and the switching of alters."

Dr. Halsey's eyebrows furrowed as she processed this information. "I see. His involvement is crucial, then. If he can initiate the switch between alters, he may hold the key to unlocking your lost memories."

Dr. Halsey leaned back in her chair, her gaze drifting to the holographic displays. "Number Three, I want you to focus on Mew. Try to communicate with him, even if it's just a thought or a feeling. See if he can provide any insight into what happened during that lost week."

He closed his eyes, concentrating on the sensation of Mew's presence within his mind. It was a strange feeling, like a gentle tug at the edges of his consciousness. "Mew."

Fleeting images of battles and people came to mind. But nothing connected or concrete. He sat on the medical bed, his eyes closed as he concentrated. Dr. Halsey watched him intently, her fingers poised over the holographic control panel, ready to intervene if necessary.

As he focused, fleeting images began to flicker through his consciousness. Glimpses of intense battles, unfamiliar faces, and strange environments. But the memories were fragmented and disconnected, like shards of a shattered mirror. He couldn't quite grasp onto any one specific event or interaction.
"Mew, can you hear me? Can you show me what happened during the last week?"

He felt a subtle but firm resistance. It was as if an invisible wall had been erected between his consciousness and Mew's. The fleeting images he caught earlier seemed to dissipate, leaving behind a hollow, empty feeling. Mew shook his head no.
Dr. Halsey noticed his reaction and leaned forward. "What happened, Number Three? Did you make contact?" Her voice was steady, but concern was evident. "Remember, any information, no matter how small, could be crucial."

He opened his eyes, frustration evident on his face. "I did, but he wouldn't show me anything. I think the injury has given me a sort of memory concussion."

"Has this happened before throughout the last week?" he asked.

Dr. Halsey's expression turned thoughtful as she considered the question. "That's a good point, Number Three. Let me review your records." She turned to the holographic displays, her fingers dancing over the controls as she scrolled through his medical history. "It appears that Matcha came by and also didn't have his memory for a short time."

Her eyes widened slightly as she read. "Hmm, this is interesting. It seems that Matcha, another one of your alters, also experienced a brief period of memory loss not too long ago. The notes here mention a similar incident where he couldn't recall certain events."

She leaned back in her chair, a look of contemplation on her face. "It's possible that this memory loss is a recurring issue among your alters. If that's the case, we may need to explore the underlying cause and how to prevent it from happening again." Dr. Halsey turned her attention back to him, her gaze softened with understanding.

"I believe it's just the strain and injury," Number Three offered. "Or maybe because Bubba was here alone for so long? That's unusual for us. Before... I lost my partner last year."

Dr. Halsey's face softened at his words, her professional demeanor giving way to a more personal expression. "I'm so sorry to hear about your partner, Number Three. That must have been incredibly difficult." She paused, choosing her words carefully. "It's possible that the combination of grief, the physical injury, and the stress of being alone in this unfamiliar universe could indeed contribute to your memory issues."

She leaned forward, her holographic displays flickering slightly as she moved. "But we can't rule out the possibility that this might be a pattern for your alters. If you experience another episode of memory loss, it would be important for us to document it thoroughly."

"Yes ma'am," he replied, the thought leading to a darker one. "Considering Darkley has her own damn body now..."

Dr. Halsey's eyebrows raised slightly. "Darkley? You mean the Banished operative with the portal technology?" She leaned forward, her interest piqued. "That's an interesting observation. It could indeed be related to the physical form your alter has taken. The fact that she has a corporeal body separate from you might be affecting the way your memories manifest or are accessed."

She tapped her chin thoughtfully. "We should certainly explore this angle further. It might help us understand not just the memory loss, but potentially Darkley's motivations as well." She paused, then added, "Of course, we'd need to do so very carefully."

"Well, I need to rest and make my report," Number Three said, a wave of exhaustion finally hitting him. "I don't know if I have any answers right now, sadly."

Dr. Halsey nodded in understanding. "Of course, Number Three. Rest is crucial right now." She turned to the medical equipment surrounding him, her fingers dancing across various controls. "I'll set up a more comfortable resting arrangement. You need to focus on recovery."