Hello there! So I have had a long time since I last uploaded, but I did was not all lazy. I wrote this story a while back and have been meaning to post it. I have 9 chapters already written and in the editing process. I am shooting for uploading once a week but we'll see. Hope you guys enjoy.

Doc's Giant

Chapter 1

Spartan IVs

Catherine Halsey stood in front of a board of older men and woman that were bickering about one thing or another. To be complete honest Dr. Halsey almost forgot why she was there. Of course the Human/Covenant war had just ended and the galaxy was at... relative peace. But that didn't stop the top brass of the UNSC to war between themselves. She had been standing there for a solid 45 minutes before she finally said something.

"Excuse me, but why have I been call away from my work on Jupiter on such short notice. The nature of my research is very time restricted."

An older man who was at least in his 70s dress in a officers garb with salt and pepper hair, a mustache, and brown eyes that looked like they could kill if he stared too long waving his hand at the woman he spoke in a raspy voice letting her know he was a very heavy smoker

"Yes, why is she here. I have no dealing with such lowlifes."

"Do not forget my dear Admiral James, that you were the first to sign off on the first and even second Spartan programs."

A younger man said off to the right spoke in a deeper, but equally raspy voice. Turning her head she saw Admiral McBlake. He had a full head of black hair(which is hard to find both of in the room), clean shaven, and green eyes. Looking down at the Doctor he gave her a nod of his head. He took a puff of his lit cigarette

"Bah, I was practically forced into it. You and all the others thought it would be a good idea, but if I had my way I would have thrown her in the brig a long time ago."

The old man barked as he pulled out a cigar and was about to light it when the other man said in a mischievous tone

"Tell me if my memory fails me George, but I think you were diagnosed with lung problem am I right?"

"What if it."

"Well, I hope your Misses doesn't hear about it...for your sake."

The older man grumbled and put the cigar away mumbling curses.

"Always one to be controversial. If the man want a smoke let him have it. Any ways in not getting any younger and something has to give or will be stuck in this stalemate forever."

A woman's voice rang out. She was the only female in the room, besides Halsey. She was also greying which what otherwise would have been blonde hair. She had blue eyes and skin that reflected her age. Her name was General MicLux.

The old man was about to object when Halsey butted back in again.

"Not to break up the family feud, but I was under the impression that you called me here for something else then a mediator."

McBlake eyes fixed back on Halsey

"Of coarse, with the fragile peace that plagues this the galaxy we-

"You"

The old mad blurted. McBlake shot him a look that could have turned his blood into stone. The old man backed down and McBlake continues

"We have Approved the Spartan IV program, codenames Hidden Spear. You will be 'spearheading' this operation."

"Really now? Are my Spartan IIs and IIIs to old for you?"

Halsey said crossing her arms. She was always protective of her Spartan, especially after the Spartans IIIs were used for suicide missions. There were only a few Spartans left and she was going to make sure they got proper treatment. But bringing new Spartans into the mix? She didn't know if it was the right move. But it didn't matter what she thought, if that's what the brass want she'll provide. McBlake chuckled and said

"Why no, we have have seen there work first hand and I must say I am extremely impressed. But we all have a common enemy, time. Although it has treated you well Doctor."

"Mmmhmmm. On another note what will happen to the Spartans that are still in service?"

"They will be take care of I assure you. Vacation time, paid leave, the works."

"Fine. But I want my own base as well, to focus on the research I want to do."

"Deal. Good then we're all in agreement. You will be choosing your team with level 3 access clearance."

Halsey was walking through the several corridors that would lead her out of the UNSC Fire Base. Holding a hollo pad in her hand she read about new augmentations and Mjolnir armor ONI spooks created. To her surprise she other ONI agents had learned how to increase the growth of recruits using Cryo-sleep pods cutting the time to make Spartans in half. Switching digital pages she saw blank spots for her to fill such as scientists, trainers, doctors, and security. She tapped on the Security spot. The tab opened and showed 15 spot to fill. Her mind started to wonder about who to bring in that could handle this task everyone that worked on the other Spartan programs were MIA, KIA, or retired.

Halsey boarded a pelican that would take her to a UNSC Paris class frigate: China to begin her work. As she seated and strapped herself in she cursed in pain as the straps were too tight pushing against her chest. She thought about what the admiral had said 'Although time has treated you well Doctor.' Starting to think about her personal life she wonder if she would remain single for the rest of her life. Thinking back to a time when she was much younger, UNSC officers used to drool over her, but now she was older with a brass personality and an easily flared temper. But after the Spartan programs she found herself lost. She wanted to have a normal life but the thing she did and seen she feared that would never happen. 'No one will be able to be with me not after all I've done.' She chuckled and looked out of the window accepting her fate.

As the Pelican landed in a docking bay the landing ramp touched down and off hopped Halsey. To her left was a navy officer that gave snapped a salute as he spoke

"Ma'am my name is Private Collins, I'll will be your escort while you are with us. Give a hauler and I'll be there."

"Thank you Collins, I would like to go the training room. I am looking to recruit some security personal."

"I'm sorry ma'am but I am under strict order to take you somewhere."

"To where exactly?"

"That's classified ma'am."

"Well then, who gave you these orders?"

"Also classified. If you would just follow me ma'am you will see."

The officer took off walking off of the bay and into a corridor. Halsey followed close behind wondering who could possible want to see her and what rank they had to classify who they were. 'Could it be an ONI spook? Or another high ranking officer. I have had my fill of brass for one day.'

They came to a door that was closed and locked. The officer quickly typed in the password on the key pad to the right of the door. There was a hiss as the door unlocked and slid into the wall. The officer stood aside and gestured for her to enter. As the door slid shut behind her the room was almost pitch black except for one light on a table in the middle of the room. Moving closer to it she was there was a table with something on it that seemed to flicker. When she reach it there was a cake on the table that read 'happy 59th birthday Dr. Halsey!' Creasing her brow she thought to herself 'who knows it's my birthday?' When all of a sudden the light turned on and a great roar came up from all around her saying

"Surprise!"