SPARTAN II FIRETEAM, DESIGNATED:
"WHITE TEAM"
DESC:
"WHITE TEAM IS A HIGHLY CLASSIFIED SPECIAL OPERATIONS SQUAD DESIGNED FOR COVERT INSERTION BEHIND ENEMY LINES, ESPIONAGE/RECONNAISSANCE, AND ASSASSINATION MISSIONS" - CAPTAIN DAVID LYNCH, ONI SECTION 3
The story of SPARTAN II Fireteam "White Team". Just a what-if scenario I had and toyed around with. I have a couple chapters pre-written that I'll post after if this one gets reads or reviews.
Chapter One
July 20, 2523
22:45 hours, UNSC Military Calendar
The Spartan trainees walked down the hall of the Prowler, two ONI guards behind and in front of them. The guards led them through a door, and into an office. The man sitting at the desk looked tired, even haggard; his eyes were bloodshot and had bags under them. His black hair was about an inch longer than regulation, and he seemed to be reading reports on the monitor in front of him.
He looked up, seeing the Spartans standing before him. He sighed, closing the monitor and stood up.
"O'Conner, take your squad and watch the door from the outside. No one is to disturb us."
"Aye, aye, sir." The ODST said, giving a two fingered salute and turning smartly on his heels, the rest of the guards following. The door slid shut behind them, and the man at the desk took a long look at one of the Spartans.
"How old are you, son?"
The Spartan with the designation of zero-one-two on his chest responded, "The instructors said that was classified, sir."
"Good response," the man said, a smile almost reaching his face, "but it's not classified from me. So again, how old?"
A different trainee spoke up this time. Her uniform had zero-zero-seven stitched into the front. "Twelve years old sir. All of us."
The man shook his head. Too young, he thought. But this wasn't his decision. He was only supposed to train them and be their handler. Keep them alive as long as he could. The last one was his personal mission, at least.
"Your names?"
The one with 012 on his uniform said automatically, "I'm Oh-Twelve, sir, and to my left is Oh-Nine—"
"Don't give me the classified crap," the man interrupted, raising a hand. "Again, I'm above the pay grade." He held up a manila folder. "I could look all this up myself, but frankly, I've got better things to do than wade through all this, so just answer my questions and we can all move on to more pressing tasks. Now: names?"
The trainee in front of him swallowed, but to his credit, the man thought, he swallowed any anger or embarrassment he might have and answered clearly and confidently again.
"Jacob oh-twelve, sir. The one to my left is Piper oh-nineteen, and past her in order are Olivia oh-four one, Luke oh-four five, and Nicole oh-oh-seven. That's what they've called us for the past six years, at least, sir."
The man nodded. "I'm Captain David Lynch, your new handler. By order of ONI Section Three, Beta-Four division, your team, now designated White Team, will be transformed into a covert strike force under ONI's complete jurisdiction. Unfortunately, to cover up your disappearance, everyone you knew on Reach thinks you died from a rockslide in a training incident. No one knows you're here. Legally, you're dead. Well, dead twice, now. The guards outside will escort you back to your quarters. I'm assuming you can find the gym and mess hall by yourselves. We'll arrive on Earth for your new training in four days. Dismissed."
Lynch sat back down and opened up his monitor again. The Spartans turned and exited the office. Once the door was closed behind them, Jacob looked over at Luke.
"Thanks for the backup."
"You had it covered. I didn't need to say anything."
"Quiet, pukes," the lead ODST ordered. He, like most UNSC personnel the young trainees encountered, hated them with unrivaled animosity. Apparently word had spread after the cadets had beaten the marine Tango Company in training games multiple times. Damaged pride was a dangerous thing among people who prided themselves on being unbeatable.
The group came to a stop in front of another door, labeled 'Storage'.
"Here's your bunks, freaks," the guard in the lead said, chuckling, "you can find your way to the mess and the gym by the signs on the halls. If you know how to read."
The ODSTs left laughing while the cadets looked around their new room.
"Well… could be worse." Piper said, ever the optimist.
"Could be better, too," Nicole contradicted.
"It's out of our control, Spartans. Let's get this place set up to sleep. We'll find the gym tomorrow morning and hit the mess after. Hop to it, Spartans."
The team opened their packs, laying out sleeping bags and changed into workout clothes to save time in the morning.
Olivia walked over to Jacob.
"This is a complete haymes, Jake. This ain't right. I try to look on the bright side but I really don't see one."
"It is pretty brutal. Not even Mendez had us sleep in a storage closet for bunks."
"It's effin ONI, mate. They don't give a crap about us."
"Hey, calm down. We'll be fine. Now let's get ready to kip, else Luke's gonna go off on us bein' a couple of dossers."
"Yeh... suppose you're right. ONI wouldn't do anything too bad. Not to their precious pets, yeah?"
Jacob nodded. "Yeah. Not to us. Too expensive, too valuable." Olivia smiled and clapped a hand on Jacob's shoulder.
"Thanks Jake. You've gotten me through a lot, you know?"
"Anytime, Liv." Jacob smiled back and looked down. Olivia removed her hand and glanced in her pack. She pulled out a pair of combat knives.
"Here, I knicked this from the Pelican. Keep it on you at all times. I trust these spooks about as far as I could throw them." Jacob nodded in thanks, inspecting the titanium alloy blade. Olivia put her hands back into the pack, pulling out her sleeping bag.
"Sleep near me?" She asked.
"Don't really have a choice, Liv, it's a storage closet." Jacob replied with half a grin.
Olivia, in reply, rolled her eyes. "Smartass."
Jacob smiled and unraveled his bag about a foot away from hers.
"Lights out, White Team. We'll get up at oh-five hundred tomorrow and report to the gym. Breakfast after that, back here for lessons and then lunch. A run after that and some knife work, then we'll talk to Lynch, hopefully. Then dinner and free time. Only four days of this then we get blue skies and green grass," Luke called out. The overhead lights in the closet flicked off, smothering the room in darkness. The only thing that was light was the faint glow of the display of their data pads showing that they were charging.
"Jake… d'you think we'll be ok? After all of this? After the innies?" Olivia whispered.
Jacob thought for a second. "Well with all the training that they're giving us, I think we're gonna be pretty much invincible. Of course we'll be alright. Luke's not gonna make any calls that'll hurt us and you know that I'm not the only one on this team that will watch out for ya."
"I know... it's just, for the first time since we were first taken, I'm scared. I was fine during combat training, during zero-gee exercises. Hell, even when Tango used live rounds I was okay. I dunno what's wrong with me, Jake."
"Hey. Hey. It's okay. It'll be okay. You've got us with you. We've got you no matter what, yeah? No spook is gonna separate us. Nothing will."
Olivia, usually a stoic, strong person, was near her limit.
"Yeah. Yeah, you're right. Usually are. I'm knackered. Gonna try to sleep, you should too. Night, Jake. Thanks again."
"Yeah, not a problem. Night, Liv."
Jacob ran his thumb against the blade of the knife, listening to the quiet breaths of his teammates. Training on Reach had even gone as far as to get them to sleep quieter and lighter. He thought about how different his life would be if he wasn't forcibly conscripted into the SPARTAN program. He'd be in school, probably playing some sport, being with his mates. The closest he'd ever get to that would be the film night that Mendez had put on when he'd been feeling generous. He couldn't remember the movie itself, but the 75 candidates had all piled in the room talking, not having to worry about being asleep by a certain time because they had a day's leave. It was nice.
Jacob smiled at the memory. He had been sprawling in a chair with Olivia and Piper, just like normal kids. The three had been arguing about the best way to incapacitate an opponent.
He sheathed the knife, and put it under his pillow. Jacob closed his eyes, and soon, like his teammates, was sound asleep.
A/N
So… First story on here, wow I'm cool. The story is mainly gonna be made with OC's, and since White Team is apart of an ONI section, it can sort of fit into the Halo universe as all their missions and operations would be classified. This chapter kinda explained what to expect and you meet the main characters, too. Just to clarify, they're Spartans, so there's no romance going on inside the team. Their fireteam is family. Posts would be every Wednesdayish, if this chapter goes well. Thanks for reading, yours in supahotishness,
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