The Orionus Chronicles - Part 2: The Last Olympian

The Orionus War has been pressing on for a few years now and the constant pressure laid by the Jiralhanae Empire combined with the recent havoc wrecked by Apex has caused a drop in morale and vigor. Desperation began to cut into the hearts of the United Galactic Alliance as a loss of territories and manpower began to rise. This caused UGA leaders to demand their best scientists to develop a super weapon to combat the Jiralhanae and end the war as quickly as possible. Scientists attempting to use the SPARTAN Program as a precedent were disappointed to learn that all documents pertaining to the legendary project had been lost. As the scientists worked hard to develop super-soldiers from scratch, a patrol fleet commanded by Captain Tanis of the UGA Sentinel finds what may be the greatest hope for the UGA.

Prologue
The Asclepius Medical Station, located near Loki was once a quiet medical facility with little more than coma patients being treated aboard but now, the station was fraught with activity.

As medical and military personnel alike flocked through the halls, Camera Drones buzzed around a single port, docked by the UGA Sentinel.

Doctor Averill marched through the hall, followed by Nurse Lesley who tried her best to keep up. “He just came in less than ten minutes ago, Doctor,” says Lesley in a soft, almost inaudible voice, the exact opposite of Averill.

Clicking her pen in her hand, Averill trudged through the hallway nudging nosy doctors and patients out of the way. “How is he?!”

He’s got major freezer burn allover his body which is to be expected for someone in cryo for so long. At first, his brain activity was low but has steadily begun to increase.”

Just then, Averill and Lesley come across a sealed door surrounded by armed guards, camera drones, and chattering personnel.

Captain Tanis stands next to the door with his hands behind his back. “Doctor Averill, he’s right in here.”

As Doctor Averill and Captain Tanis walk in, Nurse Lesley is blocked from entering by one of the guards.

Averill approaches a Health Bed surrounded by other doctors, all with computer notebooks and astonished looks on their faces.

She looks into the bed to see a young man with peeling, reddened skin on his cheeks and forehead. His lips are chapped and blue and every part of his skin not afflicted by peeling was pale.

Doctor Averill looked astonished by the man who was obviously large. “How is he?”

One of the other doctors, Dr. Simmons answered. “Surprisingly well. Despite the coma his brain activity has been steadily increasing, his heart rate has been stable; the only thing wrong is the fact that he has freezer burn on 90% of his body, more than likely because of that armor he was wearing.”

Doctor Averill’s eyes widened. “Armor?! He was wearing MJOLNIR Armor?!!”

“Yes ma’am. Traces from skin material indicate that he must’ve been in there for at least seventy years.”

Doctor Averill looked around the room. “Well, where’s his armor people?”

Captain Tanis takes a step forward. “After they took it off of him we moved it back to my ship”

Doctor Averill looked at him with sharp eyes. “You did what?! Who in the hell gave you authorization to do that?!!”

Captain Tanis pointed to Doctor Simmons who held his notebook with both hands and attempted to speak, too nervous to think of anything to say.

Doctor Averill puts her hands on his hips and gives a sigh. “May I remind everyone who’s in charge of this project? I give the authorization on what to do and what not to do! You wanna move the armor, you wanna study the body, you wanna take a shit, ask me, understood?!”

Speechless, everyone in the room shook their heads except Captain Tanis who just gives a quick comment. “Charming.”

Doctor Averill turns to him. “Okay, let me tell you somethi-“

Just then, Dr. Simmons cuts her off. “Doctor Averill, look, he’s waking up!”

With his vision blurred and his hearing clouded, the begins to wake up.

He can barely make out a sharp voice saying “Can you here me? Blink if you here me.”

His vision begins to improve and he sees a women standing over him shining a light into his eyes. He blinks once while trying to speak, only letting out a whispering sigh.

He moves his fingers, then his hands, then his arms and continues to try and speak.

Doctor Averill is pleased. “Well, I’ll be damned. He’s moving.”

Everyone in the room is ecstatic and as news slips that he’s awake, news headlines begin buzzing within minutes.

As news about a "UNSC Relic" and a "70 Year Old Warrior" reaching the airwaves, one thing becomes known throught the UGA; A SPARTAN, SPARTAN-025, has been miraculously located and is alive.

One news station, the Galactic Messenger, coins the term "The Last Olympian."