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Read about the Forgotten Spartan I Program
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Ta Da! The story is here(sorry about the delay...you know the holidays) anyway, it is short, but could it be leading somewhere...
1500 Hours, November 22, 2524(Military Calendar)/
Reach Medical Complex, Planet Reach
Dr. Catherine Halsey adjusted her glasses and began typing in the access codes to her SPARTAN project’s datafiles. Around her were several of the Artificial Intelligence units assigned to her project. Her personal A.I., Déja, was examining the most recent test results, and the other A.I.s were surely also working on things related to the upcoming augmentation. The preparations of almost twenty years were coming to fruition, the SPARTAN project was nearing completion, and Halsey was extremely pleased.
The sliding doors that separated her workroom from the rest of the Complex hissed open, and Halsey’s assistant walked in. When she had first met Ackerson he had been a charming, ambitious Second Lieutenant. That was five years ago, now Ackerson was a major, and ready to pounce on anything that could get him a good word with HighCom. He had accepted the project begrudgingly, knowing full well its importance with the Brass. Halsey had often heard him call it a “freak show”, but he was a helpful asset, and she was glad to have him. Ackerson had the ability to get Halsey anything she wanted, as long as she never asked where or how he got it.
Ackerson settled himself into his chair, turned on his monitor and got to work. Halsey doubted it pertained to the Project, but she was too busy to care. One of the A.I.s attempted to interact with him, but he shrugged it off and continued typing furiously. Ackerson could not seem to stay focused on one thing for more than five minutes, and Halsey could tell he was up to something new. She just hoped it didn’t involve her, and went back to work.
Halsey respected Ackerson, and found him intriguing, but she still kept her distance. She knew full well that he was a dangerous man, and that the sooner he was off the project, the better.
As he turned from his monitor, and began to leave the cramped room, he was startled by the hiss of the doors opening before he reached the sensor. In the frame stood Jacob Keyes, the Naval officer who assisted Halsey while she scouted the Spartan II’s. Ackerson simply brushed past him and continued walking, Keyes entered the room, and he navigated through the A.I.s to reach Halsey. She stood up to shake Keyes hand, but he simply saluted her. As Halsey awkwardly retracted her hand Keyes began to speak.
“Ma’am, I have some bad news,” he told her. Keyes could tell that Halsey had yet to here the announcement, and she did not know that Section Three had passed down the order to terminate the SPARTAN Is. Not wanting to tell her himself, Keyes directed her to the nearest computer and opened the message. Halsey’s eyes darted quickly down the screen, and her expression went from bad to worse. As she stood up Keyes thought she was going to hit him. Instead, she turned to Ackerson’s computer and began to enter access codes. She opened up the ghost program she had installed on Ackerson’s computer, and found the last program he had been working on; sure enough, it was his Augmentation Simulator. He had added a new element, and Halsey attempted to search for it. She attempted to bring up a list of the processes, but the computer asked for a password, she opened up the ghost program and looked for the password, as it came up she began to type it into the screen, the whole room went black.
Keyes thought he heard her utter a word usually reserved for intoxicated sailors. Keyes was used to such language, but not from Halsey. He watched her in the dark as she
attempted to restore power to the network. As she slid form computer to computer on a small chair the auxiliary power came on. Small flashing red lights came to life overhead, and Keyes sat down watching her glimpse by glimpse as the red lights illuminated and faded. He couldn’t help but admire her subtle beauty, and her striking personality. The Good Doctor was definitely one of a kind, Keyes thought to himself. She started typing faster, and switched between computers more often.
For ten minutes she battled the system, and there were several times when the power came on, only to short out in seconds. Finally, she got the system running again and simply put her head in her hands. Then she got up, looked at Keyes like she just realized he was there, and, with a rather suspicious smile said, “Let’s go for a walk,”