Str1ke:Haiz! This is my first fic. please be nice. ^^
Disclaimer: Other than the OC Characters, I own nothing. ALL HAIL BUNGIE
Prologue
Ever since the success of the SPARTAN II project went public, the UNSC have kept trying to build effective soldiers that fight just as well as the original 75. Luckily, a huge store of augmentation metal found on a mining colony and the applicable age of selection turned from child napping 6 years old to just after adulthood at 18 due to advances in augmentation...
Name-Zackariah Samuels
Nationality-Singaporean
Service tag-K-47/SPII-recruit
"This one?"
"Not a chance!"
BOOM! The doors leading to UNSC's training facilities board room slammed open. A tall, muscular man appeared and walked in. With a trail of smoke from his cigar and a stench of sweat from his rigorous personal training regiment, it was impossible for everyone not to know who he was. Sergeant Avery Johnson bolted through the door and marched right up to the Director's table.
"What do you mean we won't take him in? You read his report. Strong willed, toned muscles and video clips of his personnel training regiment. It almost matches what we put our own through."
The Director was quick to counter. "Sergeant, the intake list is full. We cannot take in anymore people."
"Spare me the statistics. If he wants to become a SPARTAN that bad, he will endure. Now, will you let him on?"
The Top Brass glared at the Sergeant. "Do you want him?"
As soon as the question was raised, the door slammed open once again. This time, a squad of Spartans trooped right in, shoving away the guards that were at the front door. The leader was standing in modified Japanese inspired Mjolnir armour and shook his fist at the Top Brass. "Listen pal, you may be the overseer, but when it concerns a potential member to the Roster, we intervene."
Johnson is technically a Spartan, having survived the Orion project. The UNSC's first attempt at producing Super Soldiers. "If you won't take him," In a blur, the Spartans surrounded the Top Brass and their hands reached for their Sidearms. "We will."
There was no negotiating with the Sergeant Major. Johnson has lived through more battles than seven entire squadrons of ODSTs combined. Furthermore, he was dealing with Spartans that were close to the edge. He had to let him on.
"Alright Sergeant, you walking tanks will take him in, on one condition. You will push him as hard as you can."
"Yes Sir!" The Spartans saluted then left.
The Top Brass reached for the intercom. "Reinstate service tag K-47. Do it."
A/N: Story is beta'd by Truth and Reconciliation and ijijijij.(weird name i know.)1337haxor
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T&R:Wassup homiez
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T&R: Rechecked on 7/11/09
