(Sorry I thought I would submit a second story) - A DIFFERENT"T TYPE OF HUNT- Some Hunters scour the vast wastelands, all in search of that elusive prey. A Hive knight here, or a lowly dreg there, they all end up getting picked off one by one. Now why do they go through all the trouble you ask? Well…It was once said that Man was the greatest game of all, so just how much more thrilling is the game, when your victims have crushed countless civilizations of man under their feet. For those brave few, the thrill and the excitement must be the ultimate high. I on the other hand, seek a different high, for I am a different kind of hunter…A treasure Hunter! I’ve searched high and low from the plains of Teljiba, to the Herutich heights, all in the filthy name of loot and lucre. Along the way I learned two basic rules of successful treasure hunting: #1 Never assume there isn’t a shotgun behind the door, with a string attached from its trigger to the door handle. #2 Never assume that after 500 years that shotgun won’t fire. In fact, over the years I’ve lost more colleagues like that than I have fingers to count them with. I heard about its existence from an old trader, a vast military complex hidden deep within the ice fields of Annor. Protected by a War Mind it has remained untouched for centuries! At last, a virgin hunting ground. Not knowing of the dangers ahead, I departed at once all alone, and after two months, I finally arrived at its secret location…It was just as the old man had said, pristine, beautiful and ready for the taking. Images of vast weapon catches, or fuel tanks filled to the brim with glimmer danced through my mind. I walked up to its gates, something strange happened. <SMACK!!> It felt like I’ve hit my face against a wall. Reaching with my hands I could feel it, there was a wall, an invisible wall! No wonder why this complex had remained unmolested for centuries; it was protected by some great force barrier! I sat down staring at my new White Whale which was the Complex. If the ancients had such powerful defense systems such as these, how could the Darkness have beaten them? But then I saw it, a chink in its armor, there was a crack! On my first attempt, I heard a great loud voice echo “TURN BACK GUARDIAN 4, 3, 2, 1”…Everything went fuzzy and I died. Was that the voice and power of the Warmind? After Ghost had patched me up, it was time to try again. This time, I jammed my Sparrow inside full throttle! I must break past the barrier before the timer has run out. “Common!, Common!” I said as the warning sounds chirped from my Sparrow which was ready to explode. I had just about given up hope on this try, when BLAM!!! I had broken through.. Little did I know, not only did I break through the barrier, but I had also broken through space and time! Light would instantly turn dark; night would turn instantly into day. Objects would even suddenly distort and twist as I made my way through this great labyrinth. I finally saw the exit; it appeared as a white light though a doorway, but it was across a great rift, and as I walked closer, the ledge bridging the gap had vanished from sight. I thought to myself. “The ledge must still be there, for I know it’s there in the real world. I just must have faith that it’s there” … I leaped…Suddenly the whole world had come back into focus; I had fallen back into real space. Much to my dismay, this was a research station. It was full of computers and techy gizmos that I’m sure would enthrall the Cryptarch’s. There were some weapons, but they were mostly just junk, “maybe I can sell some of their parts and recoup some of my losses” I thought to myself. After many hours searching the dark corridors of the complex, all for the offset chance I must be able to find some left over glimmer; I accidentally tripped on an old bottle, which sent me stumbling down an elevator shaft, that ended up leading me to a room far below the base. Good thing I have Ghost to patch me up, every time I make a little life costing mistake. In the middle of the room, something has finally caught my eye. On a table was a large metal pre collapse Weapons Chest. I immediately got up and rushed over to it. Jiggling the lock with my Knife, I could feel the sense of excitement swell up in me. Even after all these years it still feels like Christmas when I open one of these things. After all, you never know what you’ll find, as I’ve seen everything from exciting ancient alcohols, to boring letters and books written by the ancestors. The lock breaks and the lid snaps open...Inside, is a gleaming white rocket launcher with gold accents. I have an eye for quality and this the best I have ever seen, but what is it? Ghost points out there is also an enigram in the chest with instructions on how to make it. He says it’s a prototype for something called Project Gjallarhorn, and it’s quite powerful. I can tell everyone is going to want one of these. I’m about to become a very rich man, maybe even rich enough to retire at the tower back on Earth. But only one question remains… “Now how do I get out of here?” The end