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Read about the Forgotten Spartan I Program
Butane: To protect the world from devastation!
sir_brilliant: To unite all people within our nation!
Rainman89: To denounce the evils of truth and love!
sir_brilliant: To extend out reach to the stars above!
SpaceGhostFlyer: Jessie!
Butane: James!
sir_brilliant: Team Rocket blasting off at the speed of light
Butane: Surrender now or prepare to fight
sir_brilliant: Meowth, that's right!
Well, MC is like Fifty in Halo CE, and he was a one man fortress world killing machine. I figure with the augmentation, Simmons will have something in the tanks by the time The Battle for Reach rolls around.
Now here's what happens next:
“Quite beautiful, aren’t they?” In a flash Simmons had drawn and leveled the silenced MA2B he was issued for this operation. Aside from the knife sheathed to his calf, it was his only weapon, and he was hesitant to expend any of its precious ammo. Instead of an enemy soldier, a man of considerable age stood before him with a cane. He was clearly at one time a man among men, easily six and a half feet tall and his frame showed signs of having once been stacked to the brim with muscle.
“Who are you?” Simmons asked, though in his heart he knew the answer already.
“I’m a lot of things to a lot of people. To the General that sent you here, I’m that old pain in the ass. To you and the people of the Thatcher colony, I’m ol’ Mathias the hermit. To Dr. Catherine Halsey, I’m a friend.”
“You know Doctor Halsey?”
“I’m the one that first put the idea of a pinpoint strike force into her head. Which brings us back to business. If you’ve got half a brain this whole op’s been weird to you. Here’s why. I wanted one more op before I die, Doctor Halsey wanted to test her suit and get you a teacher, and Major James Ackerson wants this installation destroyed. What I’m supposed to teach you in three hours, I don’t know, but Catherine never does anything without something in mind. As for Ackerson, it was his assignment to get rid of this place without making it an obvious UNSC job, and he figured he’d try to kill you off in the process.”
“What do I have to do with it?”
“Kid, you’re in this thing up to your eyeballs. Your best chance is to do this thing well, so the brass gets used to the idea of a one man strike team blowing crap up.”
“Ok, we’re getting off track, where are the explosives?”
“I’ve got ‘em right here.” With that he opened up his overcoat and revealed some 15 kgs of plastic explosive. “Don’t worry, if you know where to put ‘em, it’ll be enough to do the job.”
“I suppose you know the place?”
“Yep. Lets get started.”
The pair walked another three kilometers southwest to the fringes of the rebel base’s security. “Now, a history lesson. In 2517, the commander of the UNSC Thatcher colony turned tail. He woke up one day, changed all the flags and said that was that. His second in command, along with half the people here didn’t like that, and they fought until the colony was split down the middle. Four years ago I was commissioned to observe the rebel faction of the colony and find a weakness we could exploit. We wanted to make it look like they crumbled internally instead of being brutally put down, you see. Well, a month ago I found the spot they were looking for and they dropped me the explosives and told me to expect you. Now, all you gotta do is sneak past one hundred and thirty four guards between you and the fuel cache. I’ve done a lot of ops in my day, but none so crazy as this. I hope that fancy suit is as good as it looks. This is where we part company. Good luck kid.”