November 21, 2527
1300
Private NATO Meeting Room
Washington D.C.
The men could only scan their eyes over one and another in silence that gave the room its own sound. No one seemed to be breathing, and no one seemed to have a beating heart. They all sat patiently, waiting for whatever meeting the guest would have planned for in the middle of the day. Glancing over every man and woman who represent their country, they all found how just one certain country boycotting the holding meeting.
"Russia wasn't invited." Comments the American representer.
"We can care less about your relationship with Russia at this time. While it may be crucial that we understand what this meeting is about." A man representing France spits back but his point was clear as almost everyone in the room was wondering about this sudden meeting.
"I'm just growing impatient with this waiting. Who called in the meeting?" The man from the UK asks as he leans over the table.
The hierarchies glance over each other with a wary tension floating over them; it was as though they were all waiting for someone to fire a pistol first. But the sudden sound from the door changes the atmosphere immediately and the countries look over to find a tall woman walking into the room as though to tell everyone that they will now work for her; with such a high set of confidence in what she was doing.
Strolling into the room, the woman looks over to the man representing the USA before standing at the front of the room and allowing the silence to settle in.
"What brings you out here?" The man of Slovakia asks with a rough tone, but the woman doesn't answer him.
"Get the hell down from your high horse and stop thinking you own the world." The USA declares as he sat back in his chair and crosses his arms over his chest.
The woman giggles for a second before scanning the faces of everyone in the room.
"I see everyone got my invitation." Some look at her in surprise, and some stare in disbelief.
"Please tell me your kidding." The representative from Italy asks but she was quite aware that this woman from Russian never kids. What she does is talk business.
"I am quite aware of what some of you are doing to try to win this war we have on the Flood. I am also quite away on what you are all making of it to try to conquer this life-threatening parasite." The woman announces with a frank tone and a hand on hip.
"Where are you going at with this, Ms. Antonovich?" Asks the man who represented Iceland.
"I want to help build a weapon." The room shifts immediately into a state of cold tension. "This parasite isn't going down anytime soon, and I am hoping you will all stand with me to be able to help out with this war that this galaxy is attempting to fight."
It was silent until someone lets out a sigh and stood up from his chair.
"I will stand with this in approval." They all stare back in surprise, even Russia.
A built man who represented Montenegro spoke out and silenced everyone's thoughts.
Quite rare for this man to speak out, especially with his neutrality as parallel as Switzerland's participation in the first three World Wars.
But even in surprise, Russia was still able to smile and nod to him in approval.
Standing up next to him was the two brothers representing the USA and Canada, staring at each other as though they mind linked and had some sort of agreement in their mind.
In just a few short moments, all of the representatives stood up - one by one - and approved the statement and nodded in response.
"Well then, shall we get down to business?"
~~~12 Years Later~~~
"Ms. Antonovich? The subject is ready for testing." A man confirms as the woman stared down at the computer and watched the physical results from the human himself.
"Round one." She simply states before a loud buzzer struck the waves around them and caused many to flinch.
Watching the floor from above, a lone man could only look around in circles before finding anyone around him to fight. The suit he wore over seemed different than what he was used to from the Spartan II. More lightweight, flexible, and form-fitting. Waiting patiently before another Spartan appears from behind one of the doors and spun around a steel spear in his hand. He walks in with a slow pace before stopping in a relaxed position and watching the other move down to a fighting stance.
He chuckles at his confidence. "No way you're gonna beat me with that suit." He remarks before taking the first move by roughly swinging his spear towards the soldier.
Moving back in time, the man scans around the Spartan before deciding to kick him on the side and knee him again in the gut. Grunting and falling back to his hands and knees, the Spartan stood up almost immediately before spinning his spear and hitting the man on the side of the head.
Antonovich watches as the man's pulse raced and his body beginning to heat up inside the suit, but even with such an impact from the side of the head, she finds that the pain receptors didn't go off as he continued to fight back.
"It works." She whispers under her breath.
The men had skills that were evenly matched and the woman was well aware that they wouldn't win.
"Stop the test." She demands before getting off of her seat and making her way down into the fighting floor.
"How did it go?" The Spartan asks as he spun his spear around coolly.
"Successful. Just a few more tests today and we will be good."
"Sweet. But I do have one complaint about the suit." She looks at the test subject with a blank stare. "When fighting, the suit suddenly kept in most of the heat in and it causes me to slow down and become more easily out of breath."
"I noticed. There should be a setting that would allow you to keep the airways more open." She briefly explains before deciding to leave to continue testing.
"Found it." He remarks before the two men were caught off guard.
Surrounding them were machine guns bigger than them and bullets maybe as long as a pencil.
"This is what she meant by a few more tests?!" The Spartan shouts as the two go back to back and hold out their weapons.
"She is quite the scary lady, I will tell you that." His friend replies before bullets start flying towards them at the speed of freakin light. So fast that even if trying to time distort it, the bullets would be blurry.
Dodging them one by one, the two Spartans stayed back to back the entire time before one of them decides to take out his pistol and shoot at the base of the guns.
"Can that little gun take down ten automated guns?" His friend asks before two of them fell short and short-circuited.
"How do you like me now?" He asks before aiming at the others around them.
Watching the results turn up on her laptop, she finds him with the accuracy of 98%. That's good, better than his friend.
"Mama?" Glancing back at the sound, Antonovich finds her daughter standing behind her with a jaded expression before allowing her to come near.
"Tina, come here. You look tired." Tina only lets out a little sound before sitting in her mother's arms and filling up with the warmth and comfort of her embrace.
"Mu," She gently calls before a Spartan soldier appears beside her and bows. "How is she doing?"
"The shots seem to be working so far, but they are causing some drunkenness and fatigue."
She nods her head to the A.I. before looking down at her daughter again with a gleam of worry in her eyes.