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Read about the Forgotten Spartan I Program
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Chapter 12
0600 Hours, April 05, 2525(Military Calendar)/
UNSC Carrier Atlas, on patrol in the Lambda Serpentis system
Doctor Halsey entered the Spartan’s barracks on the Atlas escorted by the ODST Fred instantly recognized from their training field on Reach. “Attention.” John shouted to the group as he noticed Halsey.
“You know that’s unnecessary John.”
“Yes ma’am, I do.”
“Any way, I would like you all to meet someone. If the UNSC were your father and the SPARTAN program were your mother, this man would be your older brother.”
Fred thought about this. Doctor Halsey was the closest thing any of them had to a mother, and if this ODST was from the SPARTAN program, then, maybe the Doctor was his mother too. Clearly they all shared the same father. This man had probably been in the UNSC since the Spartans were born. But did that make this man their brother? Fred just didn’t know.
“CPO Mendez informed me you have seen what Lieutenant Simmons can do, and since you have just undergone the same augmentation he already received, you’ll find you can achieve similar results, if you’re willing to listen. The Lieutenant has agreed to help you overcome the side effects of the augmentation process during the coming weeks.”
So that’s how this man had beaten Kelly. He was a Spartan like them. No, he wasn’t like them. He was just one man; they were a team. Still, if he could help them get over this awkwardness they had been going through, then Fred was willing to listen to him.
Over the next few weeks, this ODST was there every morning to help with the calisthenics and though he didn’t say much to the Spartans, he would occasionally whisper something to CPO Mendez who would then alter the normal exercises to better suit the augmented Spartans. Fred found that calisthenics was the only time he could actually think coherently, so he decided to spend the time analyzing this new, threat wasn’t the right word, snag was more appropriate. John said anything they hadn’t trained for was a snag, and they had never trained for people to hover around their activities. The only person who took an interest in them and wasn’t on their team was Dr. Halsey. After the first day, Fred had only managed to categorize the man. He was not a threat, and he was not one of the team, but he was a superior officer. As such, Fred extended him every courtesy. Though Dr. Halsey clearly wished them to think so, this man was not a member of the Spartan family. He was a help, and he seemed to like them, but he was not their brother. During sparring, this was the only person who could fight with a Spartan without suffering serious injury. He would teach them moves as Chief Mendez yelled out orders and counter moves. For two weeks, nobody could touch the ODST, but one day Fred actually got a hit on the man. He then succeeded in getting his rear end handed to him, but it was a start. One day, the Chief began the day with and announcement. “Lieutenant Simmons will no longer be exercising with us. Otherwise, we will continue as we were. Now, jumping jacks. Begin.” And with that the ODST was gone again from their lives. What they didn’t know, is where he had gone.