Well Of course you're accepted! I'm just asking...... Should he be a bomber? Or a gunner? Technician? ???? Dunno....... I guess Bomber is better but do whatever you like....

Just an announcement! Um...... The next chapter will be out by....... the day after tmr?

Wolvers DO purr. Seriously! Oh and I was lying. The chapter comes out..... NOW!

Chapter 2:

As entered Haven’s entrance, I saw like maybe 5? 6? Knights saluting. Something tells me they’re forced to be here. Not my fault though. I chuckle to myself, sending an alarmed glance from Blast, his eyes asking me what’s wrong. “Nothing, dude. Just remembered something funny.” Blast shrugged and continued on his way. As I continue, I passed through the area where an auction seemed to take place. “Is it always this noisy here?” I asked Vulcan, poking his shoulder.
“Always is. Even at night. Oh and by the way, there’s the Auction House.” He said, pointing at a gigantic structure. “You can almost buy anything there.” He almost sounded sarcastic. Then Vulcan pointed to a doorway, leading to a underground chamber. “There’s the ATH, The Advanced Training Hall.” I nodded once. After a few minutes of twisting and turning, I have known most of Haven’s main places. Vulcan leaded me to a path covered with bushes and such. Then they turned and reached an old, gigantic temple. Once we arrived, Vulcan pulled a switch, and the whole temple shook. A moment later, the shaking ceased. We continued forward, into the light where I saw two people. One man, and one that seemed like a woman.
The woman spoke, “Congratulations, newbie, and welcome to Arca barracks. My name is Kora, and I’m the head of Arca. We’ll get you to practice first, and then access your skills.” Then she and the man walked out of the room, hand in hand.
“What is-….?” I began to ask, when Blast stopped me, tapping my forehead.
“Helmets on, now.” I didn’t question his methods, and I did it.
Once I was back into my own tiny private helmet, I heard a voice. “Channel 5.” I changed my comn channel to Channel 5, and then first I heard nothing. Then I heard Vulcan and Blast’s voice. “Hey. This is our private channel. Speak here. This place is bugged.” I nodded once.
Then I asked, “So……. What’s their relationship?”
“Dating.” Vulcan confirmed. “Not that stable though.” I shrugged.
“Anyway, where do I report to training?” I asked.
“Follow me.” And Blast motioned me to follow him. I followed him back into Haven, and into the Advanced Training Hall, or whatever it’s called. He handed something to the guy stationed there, and we went to an area full of Training bots. He took out his Final Flourish, and quickly took down all the training bots. Then he slid a card into a slit on the wall. The wall shook, then opened for us. We walked into a class. “I’m sorry, but this lad here needs some training.” He patted my back a few times. The teacher of the class nodded once, and gestured towards an empty area. We walked there, me eyeing the dozen weapons that lay on a wooden bench. Blast gestured towards the weapons, showing me the weapons. He explained their Status effects and their different types. “Now…. We’ll do some weapon training.” I nod, excited. I mean, Wow. So many weapons, so many for me to choose. I picked a Firotech alchemer, spinning it on my finger, when suddenly a metallic ball shot out, encased in flames. It bounced around the room, finally stopping when Blast grabbed it.
“Awesome.” I comment.
“Yeah, yeah. I know. Anyway, let’s get started on your practice. First we’re going to determine what you specialize in. Gunslinger, Bomber or Swordmaster.” I grin, picturing myself on the battle field, wielding swords and slicing monsters to bits.
“Gonna be a Swordmaster, gonna be a Swordmaster, gonna be ….” Blast shushed me, then gestured towards the weapons.
“Try some.” I grabbed what I think is a Spur, a Blast bomb and a Plate shield. “Now defend yourself.” Six Gremlins popped out, peppering the area with Spiral Order weapons. I grabbed the wooden bench and flipped it over, shielding me from their bullets. I took a peek and noticed they were 5* blitz needles. Great, they got Vanguard weapons and all I got are 2* weapons. I cast a glance at Blast, who mysteriously disappeared. I took another peek and a needle hit my helmet. The needle tore through my weak Proto armour and into my forehead, sending me screaming in agony. I clench my teeth, and told myself, ‘Alright dude. It’s just a little cut. It might kill you, might not. It might have gone to my brain and it’s rotting now and maybe I would die shortly, but I got to take them out.’ Then I sighed. Optimistic much? I popped up from the bench, my shield the only thing between me and the Gremlins’ needles of death. I slowly advance forward, noticing the color. In a second, it turned red. I fling myself away from my shield and behind a wall, my shield shattering before my very eyes. I glance at the weapons at my feet, when I thrown them across the room when I grabbed the wooden bench. I smile. They want to take me out with Spiral Order tech; I’ll take them out with theirs. I grab a Warhammer, feeling it’s hum and movement. I grab a Gremlin Irontech shield, placing one on my arm and one on my back, just in case. Then I notice a dark, black orb on the floor. I grab it, and it immedeailty merged. When it stopped, it was all around my arm, my arm completely purple, with dark orbs orbiting around my wrist. “Wow.” I whispered to myself. I put my hand around the corner, and then aimed it at the Gremlins. Instantly, two orbs flew out of orbit, striking the ground around the Gremlins. They shrieked in pain as they slowly dropped to the floor. I walk to them, inspecting them. Their faces and bodies were completely devoid of color. “Not good.” I whisper. I took a step back, and glanced at my arm. Suddenly, a voice spoke. “Who are you?” I was scared, not like scared-of-the-dark scared, but scared-that-I-wet-my-armour scared. I twirled around, seeing nobody.
“I am the Swarm.” The voice was like a snake, slithering here and there through my brain. “Now, little hero, will you join me, and we can rule over Cradle, or shall you join your Pathetic Spiral Order, being the pawns of my little game.” Suddenly, everything disappeared, and all I saw was darkness. “Now choose, my little pawn.”
I felt a surge of courage, and I shouted, “I’ll never join you, never!”
“Very well.” The voice sounded amused. “Perhaps I can find another. But for the time being, you shall be destroyed.” The voice turned to a snarl, and everything just exploded. I opened my eyes, and I was on the floor of the Training Hall. I tried to get up, but my arms felt too weak. My last thought before I faded into unconsciousness was, ‘this floor smells like Donuts.’

The floor DOES smell like donuts, dude. Smell it when you're on spare time in Haven :D

My grades are failing....... And I've been improving when suddenly! *Whoop!* My Laptop's been confesticated (However it's spelt, I don't care) by my mom...... :(

So I haven't been online for a few days now...... But I will continue to post chapters, but at a slower rate as I work on these like Onoa, *BLACK OPS STYLE*

Oh and anyone care to send a SK Mail to Yttriu?