Halo Fanon:Survival of the Fittest/Season 1

Pilot Episode: So Begins...
Hank opened his eyes, light bounced off the shiny walls of the round room, causing the SPARTAN to blink. The room was packed with People, Grunts, Elites, Brutes, Monitors as well as a flood, a prophet and some odd looking creatures, that Hank was too dazed to recognize. Hank pushed himself off the floor, as did many of the others that were packed into the room. Several of them searched for their weapons, amour, equipment, only to find it all gone. One of the Monitors, with a greenish hue hovered towards the ceiling, as a glowing orb descended, having materialized, seemingly out of the air. Several of the Brutes growled, as the crowd slowly pushed back away from the ball of Blue light.

“Many Joyful Salutations….. Welcome to my world.” The orbs words echoed in a low monotone voice around the room.

Private Saunders, a small, young marine shouted over the noise of the crowd towards this orb, “What do you want! Why are we here! We want answers!”, the words were followed by a rumble of agreement from the mob, as they stared intently at this glowing orb. A leathery creature with wings took to the air, causing the generated wind to unbalance several of the people around it, the other Monitors followed suit, going higher to get a better look.

“I have recreated you all here, for a purpose I cannot yet discuss with any of you. But I can discuss with you what you shall be doing here, if you’d like…”

The group muttered amongst itself, by now the majority of the Brutes had grouped away from the Elites, who had also moved away from the Humans.

“We have to find out what’s going on.” “What if we’re stuck here?” “I don’t like the looks of this…” “What does it mean recreated?” “What if it wants to kill us?”

One of the Elites pushed a grunt out of its way as he approached the Orb, “Tell us what you have in mind for us.”

“You are among the greatest combatants in the Galaxy, you are the strong, the fit, and I am in need....” The orb seemed to pause, “I have removed you from your time and space, you no longer need fear dying, you are already dead, that is why I brought you all here, to have another shot at life, eternal life.”

The crowd broke into roars and yells, several of them, still until now, leaped up in shock. Dead already?  Eternal Life. A hooded figure, who had been sitting in the shadows until now yelled, “How can we claim this?”

“It is simple, you must prove yourself. Prove yourself as the best, as only the best is worthy. I have created an elaborate network….”, again the Orb paused, “an Island, it is roughly five kilometers by three, complete with several types of terrain.”

A Grunt grabbed hold of the green monitor, which pulled it towards the Blue Ball, “Island? What for?”

“It is for you to do what you have done in your previous lives. For battle, as I stated, only the strong are worthy, only the best will claim eternal life, I have recreated each of your personal equipment and weapons, which you will have when you are transferred to this Island. Every day at least five of you must die, or no one will win, and you will all be transferred to the state of emptiness from which I brought you.”

Hank’s eyes darted to the orb, before surveying the others in the room, they were all masters of their fields, they were among the best the Galaxy had to offer, and it made him shudder that’d they’d have to kill each other, merely from the whim of something.

Another man spoke Hanks mind, Zeta 1 stood up and yelled, “So, you want us to kill each other?”

“Precisely”

A huge white Brute, stared down at the bald man next to him, “Hmph, may as well get started.” The Brute muttered, as he went to grab the man’s face, only to fall to the ground shaking.

“I have made several adjustments to all of you, namely there is now a device located in your heads, connecting to your brains, whilst here in this room, there is to be no violence, or that will happen. Also if five people aren’t killed each day, then you will all die as the device will release enough electricity to power a colony planet, into your brain, effectively killing you.”

The bald guy stood over the Brute as he slowly got to his feet, “Ha, just you try it, walking carpet, I’ll skin you alive and use you as a pillow.” The Brute replied with a growl, and raised a hand in a fist, before putting it back.

Hank, looked through the crowd and, spotted a somewhat familiar face in the crowds, he rushed over, “SPARTAN I?”

Dean Jackson replied with an affirmative.

“Same, I need a hand with something, I think I no a way out of this, at the moment I’s are all that I really trust…”

Dean jerked, “What? Way out?”, SPARTAN-G023 turned to the sound, and watched as Dean was grabbed by Hank, who pulled him down, “Damn it man, keep it quite, I don’t want everyone rushing in on this. Meet up with me, centre of the Island.”

The orb again spoke, its voice ringing off the walls, “You have five minutes until we begin.”