Chapter 1
On the small planet Mattie, in the wee hours of the morning, when the sun had barely risen and dew was spread on every blade of grass, four warriors waited patiently in hiding. These four were Bryan, Justin, Katie and Charlie; they were the pinnacles of warfare technology. They were Spartan III's. The early Spartans IIs from the mid 2520's to early 2550's were children who had been kidnapped, flash cloned, and sent back to their families, oblivious to the fact that they were copies. At the age of six they were brought to the fortress world Reach and trained to be the best soldiers the UNSC (United Nations Space Command) had to offer. Then at age fourteen, when they were as strong and quick as eighteen-year-old Olympic athletes, the Spartan IIs went through a series of cybernetic procedures to make them faster, stronger, and tougher. By the time the UNSC were finished with the young soldiers, they could lift three times their body weight, run at fifty-five kilometers per hour, had reaction time that were off the scale, see in the dark, hear a pin drop in a sand storm, and use any weapon and vehicle, wither human or alien.
But the best was yet to come, a scientist named Dr. Halesy, who was also in charge of the Spartan II project, created the MJOLNIR Mark V armor, which tripled the Spartan's strength and gave them a personal protection shield, which can take several hits before giving in and needing time to recharge. This armor made the Spartan's practically invincible. The Spartan III project was much like its predecessor, except that Spartan IIIs were given MJOLNIR Mark VII armor, the most advanced version of the MJOLNIR armor to date.
Every Spartan was the perfect soldier, helpful to their inferiors, obedient to their superiors, and relentless to their enemies. Presently, this particular squad of four Spartans IIIs was charged with an important mission: defend a military outpost from a massive Covenant attack. The Covenant were the worst enemies Mankind has ever faced, beside themselves. They were an advanced collective of races, united under their religious beliefs and felt Humanity was an affront to their Gods. Therefore, they began a holy war against the humans. For a long time it looked like they were going to win, with superior Slipspace technology and better, more powerful starships. Indeed, in 2552 the Covenant found Earth and nearly destroyed it. But the Spartan II project, in particular a Spartan named 'Master Chief', and the Covenant's own internal strife caused their campaign to come grinding to a halt. Now, in the year 2579, the Covenant are pulling away from Earth, licking their wounds and planning their next strategy.
However, there was occasionally, like today, a Covenant offensive. There were already 2 Covenant cruisers, which looked like monstrous rounded purple frying pans, in orbit above the planet Mattie, and the UNSC base on there was almost completely cut off, Almost. The UNSC navy managed to smuggle the team of Spartans in while three frigates distracted one of the Covenant cruisers. When the Spartans reached the base the strategists there had already formulated a plan of defense, but they required the Spartans for it, as it was such a dangerous plan. Now, as the sun rose, the four Spartans waited to spring their trap.
Bryan, the squad leader, was positioned on the second floor of an office building next to a hole which had been blown out by Covenant artillery, and was right next to a main road leading to the UNSC base. Bryan was a tall Spartan, when in his blood Red armor he was as least seven feet two inches and stronger then anyone else in his squad. He was an excellent leader and was famous for being the best Warthog driver of all the Spartans. Justin was Bryan's second in command and best friend; Bryan knew he could trust Justin with anything, even his life. Justin was a very cheery guy and was always popping one-liners where they were needed; he was also the shortest Spartan in the squad, only six feet eight inches even with his Cobalt armor. He was positioned behind a bunker in an alley across from Bryan's position. Katie was the demolitions expert of the group, even thought all the Spartans knew a lot about every kind of explosive, Katie knew a little extra. She could jerry-rig a bomb or grenade from house-hold equipment faster then anyone else in the Spartan III program. She wore Sage colored and was perhaps the fastest thinker of the Spartans, though all the Spartans were extremely intelligent, Katie could, for some odd reason, process information faster the most Spartans. Charlie was the best sniper in the group, though was not the best sniper of all, which Charlie seriously resented; he didn't like being second best. He wore Yellow armor, but his armor color didn't match usual mood; he was usually very moody, quiet and almost never talked to the rest of the squad, unless it was to talk strategy or an all Spartan meeting. If Charlie ever spoke, it was usually never longer the 1 sentence. He preferred to be isolated and thus, was the perfect sniper. He could effortlessly disappear in to his environment and was almost never found unless he wanted to be, which basically made him the squad's reconnaissance expert.
Bryan was going over the plan in his head for the umpteenth time as he sat in his perch with his trusty M90 shotgun and M19 SSM rocket launcher tucked next to him. As he thought he hunkered deeper into his cover until he was sure no one could see him, removed his several million dollar helmet and began snacking on a ration bar. As far as he could see the plan couldn't go wrong, everything had been planned out and prepared for the Covenant attack. All they had to do was continue waiting. They had been waiting for 3 days. His squad was bored and getting careless, this was bad. Already he had had to tell Katie twice last night that she couldn't jog back to the base for a book. If something didn't happen soon, they would all go up the wall! "Bryan, enemies sighted to the East." Charlie said over the COM as if he was saying the ice cream man was coming around the corner. I should be more careful what I wish for Bryan thought to himself.