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Zombie? What are you!? Racist? Its called "living impaired" you idiot!
Prolouge
Some call me a legend, others call me a myth, but most call me a hero. 'A hero of what?' I ask them. I never get a proper answer. Sure I've done some impressive stuff, but that doesn't make up for my deeds as a soldier. You see, I'm not really all that great. The UNSC just carelessly tosses around their soldiers. I was one of them. Where I ended up and how I got back astounded me. But that doesn't matter now. The UNSC has been sending all their extra spartans on suicide missions. I just haven't recieved my mission yet. When that time comes, I'll just have some cheap spartan-IIIs to babysit. And my name? Some just call me Red.
Chapter one: Introductions, Productions, and Complications.
A Simple set of Mark V armor, painted red. Standard issue assualt rifle and close range tactical 12-gauge shotgun. All stamped with my signature emblem, a white viper with a gray diamond backround with a silver lining. Total amount of years in the UNSC: 23. Preferred amount: 0. Cheif Warrant Officer. Mainly addressed by the CWO. I call myself Red.
"Alright sleeping beuaty, we've entered Earth's orbit."
"How long was I out?" The medical marine looks at the holo pad next to my cryo tube.
"You've been sleeping for three months." He stepped back as I turned my head to and fro.
"Alright, you seem to be able to see. How many fingers?" He held up two.
"Two." He held up four.
"Four." He held up three.
"Three." He nodded.
"Alright, climb out of that tube and walk around." These marines always do this. Every time I climb out of one of these cryo tubes, it takes an hour to check my vitals. Then I get briefed on what I already know. 'Standard procceedure.'
I was led to the hangar of the frigate we were aboard. I already knew about John blowing up those sacred rings. Now, according to the intel marines, the Elites have sided with us, Halo is no longer a problem, and some parts of the Covenant are still resisting. I'm just unsure of which forces had sided with the remains, and which forces are with the Elites.
"CWO, you're ordered to regroup at the main hub on Earth. The ONI building has been destroyed." I was led over to the nearest Pelican. The back hissed open as I climbed inside.
"Wait, if the base was dest-"
"The remaining Spartan-IIs are being sent to a new location, a training facility a little south of the Austrailian capital. You'll be briefed there." I nodded, sitting down in the left side of the cabin. I leaned back, looking around the cabin.
I could tell we were inside of Earth's Orbit. Gravity kicked in. One of the marines from the cockpit yelled back at me.
"We're landing now. From the landing area you will be led to the base. Any questions?" I shook my head.
"No."
"Alright! We're descending now!"
Apparently, I was the first one there. I was standing in the briefing room of the training base. I was standing there for ten minutes before someone showed up. The first spartan was broad. He wore standard Mark V armor, like I did, except his was a standard blue. He had a sky blue hawk on his shoulder. He saw me then turned, holding out his hand. I shook my head. No. He just walked to the other end of the room, standing right across from my position. He stared me down, as did I to him. We were locked on eachother, without even saying a word. Spartan-IIs were built like that. They take orders, issue orders, nothing more. I didn't even realize the room filled. Before long, there were ten of us standing in that room. I didn't even notice.
I turned and scanned over each of the SPARTAN-IIs standing in the room with me. A majority of them were painted with the normal emrald green color. Some wore EVA helmets instead of Mark V. Some even wore Mark VI helmets. Must have been prototypes. The obvious thing, all were silent. I couldn't even hear any of them breathe. I heard footsteps that turned my focus. Turning towards the entrance, as did the others, two people entered the cramped room. An old man entered the room. His hair was white, with a general's cap. He wore officer clothing with five gold stars across his chest, along with a variety of other medals. At his side, stood a Spartan. He wore an EOD class set of armor, built for protectors and gaurds. This general must be here for something serious if he had to bring a hulking bodygaurd. The EOD's armor was painted gray with green shoulders and mouth covering. The General finally spoke after examining each of us.
"Ten hut!" Each of us scrambled to form a line, then saluted him. He smiled. "At ease soldiers." We relaxed as he began pacing up and down the line. I didn't even realize Blue (The name I gave him.) was standing right next to me. Dam. "So, only ten of you are left?"
"No sir!" I jerked my head to Blue, as did The General.
"What did you say Gunny?" Ha, I outrank him.
"I said no, Sir!"
"And why is that?"
"Your bodygaurd is a SPARTAN-II, sir!" The General walked over to his bodygaurd. He looked up into the two holes of the EOD helmet.
"How do you know, Gunny?"
"He's taller than normal Spartan-IIIs sir!" The General laughed.
"He's also taller than you son! Tell me! How many spartans do you see out of height compared to the rest of you?" He couldn't be serious. Blue didn't have an answer. I did though.
"None sir." I said aloud. "He's a Spartan-I" The entire line stepped back. Spartan-Is. These behemoths were the first ever Super Soldiers the UNSC made. They were big, they were dangerous, and they could tear an Elite apart without breaking a sweat. Seeing one in armor is something new. The General smiled.
"This, this soldier knows his history. Whats your name?"
"Cheif Warrant Officer Red."
"Promotion. Master Cheif Red." I held my head high as the General started to explaining our reason for coming here.
"I'm General Dendren. We have called you here for a variety of things. First off, a rescue mission. One of our finest soldiers has gone missing, and we need a squad to search for him. Second, the covenant is still a problem. The remaining forces have retreated to their home planets. Theres no telling how many Brutes we will have against us. Third, we need time to rebuild enough Spartn-IIIs to give us a slight advantage over any alien dumb enough to attack Earth. Each of you has been selected, due to our numbers and your expertise. Since theres three missions and ten of you, we will have a team of two for a rescue." He pulled Blue and I to the side. Crap. "We're going to have to upgrade your armor perms. It seems like you've had these ever since you started. Come, we'll get your new armor ordered, then you shall be briefed on the recue mission." He led Blue and I out of the room. This team up had to be worse than that with a sqaud of SPARTAN-IIIs.
[Edited on 03.04.2010 4:53 PM PST]