Saints Row: Saints Always Win

Chapter 2: Hidden Secrets

A/N: Here will be a lot to take in and no, there won't be any time jumps to when Earth is back to normal.

The boss and Zinjai walked through a darkened hallway to two closed doors, "Is that it?", the boss asked. "Yes sir, one moment", Zinjai said as he walked to a small key panel on the left side, typing away. "So, do you know what's in this room?", the boss asked, "No, Zinyak told everyone to never enter these doors. Anyone whoever found out were executed on site, even I don't know", Zinjai explained as he entered the final digit.

The boss hummed as he thought about what may lie behind it, 'Maybe some alien treasure, powerful weapons, plans for future invasions?', the boss guessed. The doors made a soft sound as they began slowly opening, "Get behind me in case", the boss ordered as he protected Zinjai. Said alien was surprised, but peaked from behind to see what is inside Zinyak's private room. Not long, the doors opened completely, showing just what was hidden, which was met with different reactions.

Zinjai was just confused as to what it was, having never seen it before, for the most part.

The boss, however, was speechless.

(Think of the room Zinjai shows you at the VERY END of the game, the one that had Jane Austin in it?)

Inside were dozens of large, transparent blue pods that held many different people inside them. Most were male, some were empty, a few even held some famously dead figures somehow there. But that's not what the boss was focused on, for his eyes were drawn to a set of pods on the end of the room. Slowly walking inside, his heavily armored boots clanged against the ground as he bypassed other pods.

Zinjai walked up to the man, confused why he was moving so slow and why he was so quiet. Looking where his helmet was directed towards a certain set, 7 in total, which all were lined up for something important. Zinjai had no idea who these humans were and why the boss was so interested in it.

The boss knew who EXACTLY these people were, and that alone brought a rare tear to his eye.

One was an Asian woman with a curvy body and raven black hair, her face contorted into an angered scowl. The next was an African-American black woman with braided hair and a dainty frame that was slightly thinner than the worm before her. After her was the youngest in the group, a thin, tan skinned teenaged boy with a purple hat. Next was a black man with a wrinkled face, a muscular build, and a backwards black fedora.

After him was a man slightly older than the one with a hat, having black hair with red tips, and a small beard and mustache. To his left was a bulkier black man with short hair and a pointed jawline, his body having multiple scars. After him was a thin, frail man with a blonde mustache and pointed face, his eyes slightly twitching.

"Lin, Carlos, Aisha, Dex, Troy, Julius, Donnie...", the boss listed off, sounding breathless as he stared at the pods. Zinjai was surprised, 'He knows these people, must've been important to his life', the servant thought as he examined the comatose humans. The boss himself was quiet as he placed a soft hand onto the pod that held Lin, his mind going back to the last memory of her.

Him and her locked in a trunk, both shot at and sinking to the bottom of a river, him being the only one to make it out. Looking at her, he remembered the last memories he had with the others there, all the guilt and trouble he had caused.

Aisha could've survived had he'd sent some of the crew to protect her, or be smart about it and not just go in guns blazing. Johnny was never the same after that, and the boss always blamed himself for what happened to her. She was like a sister like Johnny was a brother to him, she was family, and she had died because of him.

Donnie could've been a great Saint, but he had threaten his life so many times, and would be pissed since he wasn't with Lin. So many ways could've been different had he not been thinking of only rage and revenge for something he didn't even have a part of. Donnie was innocent through all that yet was taking the most blame, and nearly died as a result.