The Fallen:

The Fallen: The Arena

Finding a suitable armorer on illimate wasn't as bad as I had thought. The optics in my helmet identified the closest shop as friendly to the rebel cause. Surely he would be able to create a set of armor for little Angel. Hopefully for a good price to, but then again...i was very persuasive. As me and Angel strode into the store, the man behind the counter suddenly drew a combat shotgun from behind the counter, aiming it square at my chest. It was an old model, antique actually, still using ancient gunpowder  and firing pins instead of the modern supersonic rounds or thermal clips. There was no chance that his primitive weapon would be a threat to anyone worse than some stupid punk trying to stick him up, but still I knew stores. I knew that his son was hiding in the corner, aiming a Locust model SMG at Angel, his wife was ducked beneath counter counter with a Peruis 36-42 assault rifle, a make based on the old earth model AK-47 and that the panel beneath my feet had exactly 2.6 pounds of plastic explosives designed in a upward blast pattern, and this all before Angel had disarmed the shop keep and shot the kid in the foot.

"Settle yourself Angel" I called, my helmet making my voice brutish and dark.

"They pointed guns at us Fallen, aren't they bad people?" a voice responded, mimicking my own, but still holding an air of submission and curiosity.

"Nope, I like them, minus their many fatal flaws with how they welcome mercenaries"

"Okay" She whined as she returned the firearm to the shop keep.

"Now all I want is for you to suit my friend here with her own armor, I'll pay you for that and the kids med bills, and if I like the armor I'll leave some extra for you to get an actual weapon" 

"Fine, you there, girly come back with me" He grumbled, before turning and pointing at me "You, mister killer, you stay. No touch. No move"

His wife then brought her Peruis to aim, taking careful aim at my helmet.

"Bitch put the pop gun down" I growled, bringing my own revolver to bear. Her hands flew up as she released the gun, quickly throwing herself onto the floor, cowering.

"Get up. I'm going to teach you a lesson" I commanded, deciding to have a little fun with her while I waited. She did as I said, visibly shaking as she stood. I moved behind her, pressing my revolver into her palm. "Close your hand around it, hold it like you normally would" She slowly wrapped her hand around the grip, resting her index finger on the trigger. "Shoot my helmet" I whispered as I stepped away from her. I heard the chirp of the gun, quieted by the custom silencer I add to all my weapons when I'm on vacation, and felt the kick to my helmet the instant I let go of her, and just as quickly turned, smacking the gun from her hand and subduing her. "Mistake was that you did it far to quickly and you should have shot anywhere else, considering I switched all my shielding to my helmet. Learn from this" I reached down and picked up my revolver. Using my HUD and iris menu I quickly opened the hidden panel in which I stored my side arms. 

"Why you close to her. You take step back player. I shoot girl if you don't!" the shop keep screamed as he came from out back, with Angel quickly in toe. She looked amazing in her armor, the color setting matching mine, even the Reapers logo emblazed in a polished crimson set against the void black. No sooner had the words left his mouth then she had knocked him flat on his ass and Angel had started towards the door.

"Good girl Angel" I called, following close behind her, making sure to watch the close range radar to make sure no one tried to cap me once I left. 

As me and Angel climbed back into the speeder, she seemed relaxed and content. 

"Like it Angel?" I asked over the Interlink, my voice unfiltered.

"It's like swimming, moving feels weird but a good weird" Her soft sweet voice flooding the speaker.

"We can adjust the settings to make you faster and stronger, it'll take some training but you'll learn how to operate the suit likes its apart of you."

 "But I already have" She chriped happily

I couldn't help but smile as we flew along the rooftops, this girl was adorable and lethal, the perfect combination. We were coming up on the Arena and Angel was figetting in her seat again.

"Fallen, please don't hurt them. They aren't bad people, their being forced to fight!" She whimpered over the Interlink.

"That only means they aren't strong enough to break their chains" I growled looking over at her, as I set the speeder down near the entrance. "We broke our chains Angel, we are superior, you need to learn that"