Subject: Adrian Thadeus Starke.

Sex: male

Age: 32

Hight: 6'2"

Weight: 160 lbs.

Hair Color: brown

Eye Color: brown

Marital Status: single

Note: Wears modified Mk VI Mjolnir Armor. EVA shoulder and torso mods, and CQB helmet. Colored pale yellow with steel trim.

Warning: Subject is wanted for war crimes by the UNSC. Subject is highly trained and extremely dangerous. If spotted do not engage. Contact proper authorities should Starke be encountered.

The year is 2558. In the five years after the end of the Great War with the Covenant, a lot has happened. Much of what has happened involves a single person. That person is Adrian Thadeus Starke. His story is fraught with betrayal and corruption. Powerful men have made him into a fugitive, forced into hiding and to make a living by preforming criminal acts. On top of everything, the events of his exile has left his mind fractured. Starke has found himself in a semi-permanent lodging in an old, rundown water purification facility that he affectionately calls "Ghost Town". He was busy storing and organizing the supplies that he recently "aquired".

"My my my, we got some nice guns this time, didn't we?" Starke asked. No-one answered, as no-one was actually there with him. "We'll be well stocked if we need to cause some boom boom."

The payload included ten MA5B Assault Rifles, five SRS99C-S2 AM Sniper Rifles, five BR55HB SR Battle Rifles, and two M41 SSR MAV/AW Rocket Launchers. After he had logged the latest addition to his arsenal, Starke stored them in the interior base within a makeshift gun closet. He then continued the conversation he was having with himself.

"What do you mean obsessed? I'm just saying that if the UNSC finds us, we'll be prepared to deal with it," Starke said. The voice in Starke's head replied with a slight chide. The troubled man in turn replied, "Don't get snippy with me. If they kill me, they kill you. It's just that simple."

The day went on, and Starke went through his usual routine. He checked the electrical systems, inspected the foundations, gave maintenance to his equipment, and updated his journal. After all this was done, he used the rest of his day with other, miscellaneous projects. Today, he was working on a small, spherical device. The process was slow, due the small size of the device. One, tiny mistake could set him back hours.

Despite his current mental health issues, Starke was no less brilliant than he was when he was in service. He was always brilliant, even back when he was in grade school. His mind always set him apart. If any of his old classmates saw him in his current state, they would be saddened practically to tears.

"Heh... I was just thinking about what my old buds would say if they saw me now," Starke said, breaking the silence. "Oh, they'd probably either sorry for me, or they'd just shake their heads in quiet disappoint of what my once brilliant mind has become. Heh, I guess it wouldn't help my case very much if they saw me talking to myself, either." There is a brief silence. Starke seemed slightly disturbed.

"No, no... I don't wish you were gone. It's just that this isn't exactly where I pictured myself being in my future," more silence.

"I'm not complaining. I enjoy your company, and I'm happy as I am. It certainly better than my previous occupation." Starke fell silent. He thought back to what happened that fateful day. His thoughts began to slip away from what the device he was working on, from the cold walls of Ghost Town, from the horrors that plagued him, back to the day when the horrors began.

The year was 2556. The place, a top secret testing facility hidden on Earth. It was cold, there was snow everywhere, and it was land locked by a lake of ice. This was Project Gungnir. The original purpose of this project was to find a way of finally defeating the dreaded Covenant. That iwas/i the original purpose. However, the war had been over for three years, and Project Gungnir was... re-purposed. Today, there was a commotion throughout the the facility. The guards and staff were in a frenzy. Something has happened that threatens to bring down the project and all that it has done. Someone has gone AWOL. The guards were chasing the deserter across the frozen lake, the deserter using a makeshift rocket to effortlessly slide across the ice. In bitter sense of irony, the guards could fire their weapons at the deserter has he was wearing armor that cost half a billion dollars to produce. It wasn't long before this man had escaped the cold embrace of Project Gungnir, and it wouldn't be long after that before this man would become the most wanted man on the planet. That day, Adrian Thadeus Starke broke free of the corruption the once wholesome government project. His life would never be the same again.

As his flashback ended, Starke began to come back to reality and back to what he was doing. He put the finishing touches on the tiny gadget that he'd been working on. A small sound emanated from the now completed device.

"There. What do you think? Clever huh?" Yet again, there is only silence. "Heh, now I can finally talk to you without looking like a total nut job."

Starke carefully took a needle and used it to press a few, nearly microscopic buttons on its surface. It began to float in the air.

"Alright, here's the real test, my friend. I want you to choose what you look like." There is a pause. A long one. Starke could feel his companion thinking within his mind. Finally, after a few minutes, the tiny orb began to project a holographic image of a female, similar in appearance to the AI Cortana, accept with shorter hair and a was a light shade of purple instead of blue. The holographic girl looked straight into Starke's eyes.

"Hello, Adrian," she said.

"Hello... um... what do I call you?"

"Maya. Call me, Maya."