Hello Recruits!

This is a fic about a mini- master chief type guy who gets caught up in the events of a new breed of sparan. give me OC ideas and storyline ideas for comments.

Mission log:

Time: 0547

date: September, 18.

Year: 2552. Location: Acadia, New Karda.

Outer rim. Reach system.

The escape pod flashed through the lower atmosphere like a flaming knife cutting through butter. The province of New Karda's bright lights were like a beacon to the Titanium-A transport. The paint on the side began to flake off, but the words were still legible. UNSC GETTYSBURG, ESCAPE POD-146.

The pod slowed its decent, as it targeted the outskirts of the town. They didn't want to attract any attention. The pod crashed into the desert, sand spraying in all directions. Creatures scattered in every direction.

The hydrostatic gel bubbled out of the release tanks, and the inside depressurized. The door swung open, and a woman stepped out. She had greying hair, and tight skin, save for a few wrinkles at the corners of her mouth. She had a white lab coat on, and her expression was grim. She reached into the pod, and pulled out a large metal dolly. She strained under its weight, and was only able to push it a few centimeters. The source of all this weight was a soldier. But not just any soldier. Covered from head to toe in a huge battle armor. It was over six feet tall, lean and muscular. The helmet piece had a crimson visor, with air filters, and prongs atop it. The chest piece was a solid piece of armor, with the armored extremities building out, flexi-iron lined the jointed and movable parts.

There were numbers on the edge of the chest section. It read, S-083. Spartan-083, Kelly. One of the last Spartan II's in existence. She was in shock still, in critical condition from extensive plasma damage.

She was injured in the first strike operation, to protect the human race from the unstoppable Alien juggernaut, known as the covenant. The war seemed unwinnable, until the development of the Spartan super-soldiers, who saved the humans chances of winning, and leveling the playing field greatly. Kelly was one of the few remaining Spartans, who had made this practically impossible feat of strength.

The woman scientist, however, small compared to the Spartan but nevertheless, was infinitely more important. She had forever changed the tide of the war, with the creation if the Spartan project, and the development of the MOJLNER armor, which Kelly was wearing. Her name was Dr, Catherine Halsey, and she was the brains behind the project which saved the war.

However smart Halsey was, she was unable to move the heavy Spartan even the smallest of distances. She grunted, and muttered something about Kelly and a diet. She broke away from the dolly, and she wiped her brow. Where was the chief when she needed him. Months of planning, simply to be hindered by her inability to move Kelly, amazingly shitty.

She suddenly heard a small voice call out, "Want some help with the metal lady?"

Halsey spun around, drawing a magnum-m7 pistol from her back, and pointing it at the sound.

A small boy faced her, dressed in torn clothes, and a dirt stained face. He looked about thirteen, but was very skinny. Freckles dotted his nose, and he had green-blue eyes which shone through the dirt which seemed to cover all aspects of him.

Doctor Halsey lowered her gun, and raised an eyebrow. "What?" She asked.

The boy looked frightened, but pointed a trembling finger to Kelly.

"Do you want help?" He asked quietly.

Doctor Halsey was skeptical as to how this little boy could be much help in moving a two hundred pound Spartan, but she most certainly could use some help.

"Yes, thank you." She said, and the boy came over to her.

He put his hands on the metal bar of the dolly, and pushed hard.

The dolly barely moved an inch.

Halsey sighed. They'd never get Kelly to the UNSC base only a few clicks from where they were. She looked back to the boy. He looked at Kelly, and reached over to her MOJLNER armor's gel vent, and scooped up a handful of hydrostatic gel.

He bent down to the wheels of the dolly, and, with two fingers, coated the axels of them with the gel. Doctor Halsey watched with a curious eye at the boys innovation. He returned to the Dolly's handle, and pushed.

The dolly moved, though he grunted under its weight. Doctor Halsey cursed herself for not thinking of it, and ran over to help the boy. She pushed, the weight no longer as great as she remembered. She looked over to the boy, and said, "Hey, thanks."

The boy just nodded.

"There's a UNSC base not too far from here, if we can get her there, then her life will be saved." she told him.

The boy nodded, seeming unbothered by the weight of the huge dolly. He grimaced through it, not noticing Dr. Halsey inspecting him. she was surprised at how much he seemed like john. he was so tranquil, despite shoving a huge, heavy Spartan super-soldier across the desert with a stranger with a gun.

She was interested in where the boy came from. Did he have a family? Perhaps not.

That made the doctor think. Hadn't she taken enough children away from their parents? Deprived them of their childhoods? Stolen their lives? Then again, humanity didn't just need master chief, and the other Spartans, they needed a new one. One infinitely better than the Spartan II's. she had already gathered quite a few, so this boy wasn't necessary, but there was something about him, some determination she was all too familiar with, that made her know he needed to be a part of it.

He pushed hard, and after a long while, they arrived at the outskirts of the UNSC base. Doctor Halsey hailed the guards, and they hefted Kelly inside. A marine commander came over to her, ad made sure she was alright.

He began to ask a question, but she quieted him with a, "I'll explain inside."

She turned to the boy, put a hand on his shoulder, as would a mother, and said, "Come inside."

He walked with her, as she explained everything to him. She gave him the usual Spartan shakedown, and he remained indifferent. Then he dropped the bomb.

"…and you won't be able to see you're parents again." She said.

She remembered this. First came the shock, then the tears, then the anger. John had attacked a marine. But the boy remained quiet.

He said, "My parents are dead."

Doctor Halsey apologized, but he waved it away.

She continued to explain, but he asked a small question which cut her off. "Why are you telling me all this?"

She almost decided to lie to him. It might've been better. But she decided against it.

She turned to him, knelt down, and said, "You are going to make a difference, where no one else can."

The boy nodded, as if he was just understanding.

"What's you're name?" She asked the strange little boy.

He turned to her, and fixed his blue green eyes on her. Doctor Halsey now saw something in him she hadn't before. Determination. Heroism. A will to do the right thing. She had only seen this in one other person before, John. She just realized how much this little boy was like him. He had the same way of right that John did.

"Jack." He said to her.