User:Phalanx Actual/Halo: Legacy of a Spartan

Prologue
I am a shadow in the wind, swimming through the smoke of an unavoidable fate, knowing that every promise I make will be broken. I used to be free... Alive.

That was before I our end.

"Six! Wake up." I see the Spartan pulling me from the smoke, Thom-B293... Headhunter One Five, an old friend. The roar of the Falcon's engines fill my ears.

"How close are we sir " I say mockingly. I rub my eyes with the nylon strap on my gauntlet, I see him now. He hands me my headpiece and I slip it on. The three dimensional visor flickers to life, connecting to the power source on my back. I look to my side to see the beautiful Arkalay mountains, I'm finally home again.

"About five minutes away," Thom replies, he's got his feet propped up on our supply crate, a bad habit of his I finally gave up talking about before pegasi. I adjust the settings of my armour on the TACPAD on my other gauntlet, this set of clothes felt strange, different, almost like it wasn't there at all. T'was nothing like our SPI that we used in the headhunter ops, it'd take a while before I get used to this.

"So what's your squad called?" I ask.

"Noble Team" Thom replies, God I can just imagine the look on his face when he found out I was gonna be on his squad again, fate has a strange way of telling you that you really are brothers.

"What the hell kind of name is that? The hell happened to 'Foxtrot' 'Gamma' 'X-Ray' zero four like in training? Noble, really? Sounds unfitting for a band of killing machines.".

"It's really kind of ironic, besides it's a SPARTAN-II unit." Thom says as he shifts in his seat, I bet even the pilot can tell that he's hiding his southern accent.

"Wow, S2's, like in training huh." The memory of Tom's squad kicking our asses then asking us to thank them for gunning down the DI's plays in my head... Last time I saw the guy was before TORPEDO.

"Naw, they're just Alpha dogs, one of them's an S2 but he ain't so bad, he's sorta like Lieutenant Ambrose actually." Thom said matter-of-factly. "In fact he's-"

The pilot's voice blared over the intercom, damn is nothing sacred? "Alright Demon dogs, we're here get ready for immediate descent in five," she says. I know she knows how far along we are, Julia's got a habit of interrupting people, she's a great pilot but I swear she needs to learn some manners.

"Who's that Spartan in the other falcon?" I say out of pure curiousity, that guy looks like a statue, if he didn't move five minutes ago I'd say it was just a suit of S2 MJOLNIR, fancy suit too, has the camouflage cloak and everything.

"It's our security escort, name's Jun. He's a great shot, honestly think he's better than you. Alpha Company's finest."

"Wait I thought everyone died on Prometheus, Noble's beta company double H right?" I'm beginning to wonder if Spartans really don't die, so many survivors.

I feel my stomach getting light, I look to my left and see the ground coming toward us along with that other Falcon. "They're headhunters alright" he says.

"I swear these things were gonna fall apart in flight, shitty ass propelers can't even make orbit" I almost yell out.

The falcon hits the ground and Thom immediately steps off and pulls our supply crate off the blood tray, "No need to worry about Orbit, you're ARMY now." Thom says blatantly.

"Never liked it anyway."

Chapter One: NOBLE
I follow Thom and our security escort down to what looks like cheap camp, or some sort of outpost. "Nice place." I comment.

"Great place." he says.

We trail our security escort until he stops at the steps to the 'base'. "Lieutenant, you picked one helluva day to join up. Nice to finally meet you. 'Names June." our escort says, damn the guy's a giant, especiall for a sniper. He reaches out his hand and I shake it. The guy's obviously hispanic, I wonder how he still holds such a thick accent after years of working in the UNSC.

"Nice to meet you too Spartan." I say. June shows me the way inside, Thom doesn't follow and the sniper walks back outside. I get nervous around the Spartans I didn't train with, especially those who are supposed to be dead. I continue walking inside as June and Thom walk back to the supply crate and start unloading our stuff. I look ahead of me and start walking again, shit, something flies out in front of me. My instant reaction is to clutch it, but I stop myself before I do. It's a prosthetic, like the one Min had. I look at who the prosthetic belongs to, well holy shit she's not dead either, I feel something in my gut and ignore it.

"Hey Cathy." I say, damn she's beat up, look's like she didn't take the chief's advice.

She has a confused look on her face and wiggles her prosthetic loose, "Do I know you?". I feel like I got punched in the gut.

"You'll find out later." I want to put a hole in the wall for expecting her to remember after all these years, no one told me she died but I had a feeling she was...

"Commander." Cathy says, I'm glad she can't see me behind my visor this time. I let out my breath I didn't know I was holding and stretch my legs a little.

All heads in the room look at her, then at me. One of them look's crazy, and the other ones a damn giant - one doesn't turn around though, looks like he's busy trying to radio somebody. The big guy looks at me, then to the one in dark blue "Thought Thom was the only survivor sir." The big guy says.

"Jesus I thought you noticed nobody told us anything." The crazy lookin' one says to the big guy, I smile to myself thinking that if those two were brutes, the bigger one would eat the smaller one.

The one in dark blue finally turns around, "Spartan's never die Jorge, they're just missing in action." The man slips on his helmet and nods at me "I'll explain on the chopper we gotta move, now. Let's move Noble Team." I nod back and we start walking, Jesus, T, couldn't you just let me sleep?

The air outside is fine, reminds me of my family vacation on Reach...