Well, I'm sorry for the long wait for anything new in my stories. Life went to hell in a hand basket and I've been getting my butt kicked more way then one so I've sadly not had time to work on anything new or old, writing or editing. But the last week I've put my writer's block to some use and found one in my many stories I am pleased to believe is worthy of posting.

So I do hope that everyone enjoy's the insanity that is my imagination.

~ Rose

Well the day I've been waiting for is here. This prison of a university that I came to to put my higher then average curiosity and intellect to good use, over the brawn I've inherited from my father, turned out to be far more of a challenge than I figured. This school is hard to describe what it is. When the students can't even describe it beyond simply calling it a prison wearing the costume of a prestigious educational facility.

For the past 6 years of my life I have certainly proven to be the first born daughter of the famous Master Chief and my mother his former Ancilla partner - now human wife, Cortana.

I've become much like a beautiful mishmash of both my parents strengths while I've survived the tortures, abuse, and horrible treatment done not only to myself but to the other 'inmates' here. I usually get into trouble by standing up for them or protecting the others and using the school's shroud to my advantage when I want to get something going. They foolishly made me an admin of student activities and affairs so I've the responsibility to deal with every little god damn thing students may need, want or classes we want to add in to the school's course opportunity's.

An example of my use of power against them is by getting sports clubs, track teams, and other student clubs that are common in all the other competing schools, kept, added to the lists or equipment we need approved. They had no choice to accept the requests and do as I said because it would raise some unwanted interest having such an expensive school using such piss poor equipment and without even basic competing teams like soccer, hockey, football, archery, debate, chess, etc. In my time here I have gathered together similarly minded students to my cause to find out whats going on and fight back against the abuse and mistreatment's going on here. But we've been continuously stonewalled at every attempt despite having tried insurgent tactics from the rebellion before the human-covenant war.

We've used military tactics, public protests, handing out fliers, writing our families, and the list goes on until the entire student conglomerate was out of even the most ridiculous ideas. Yes, even streaking or nude protests was one idea to reveal the healing or healed scars on our bodies from our time in what they called 'detention reform' but those who have been there, call it the Hole.

Think it's a reinforced brig that I am certain even a fully armored Spartan 2 couldn't break out. And being just a slight bit stronger then my father, I tried when my cousin - Fred and Kelly's son was hurt and it fully blinded me with rage. I could only bend the nearly 3 inch thick metal plate that is not only the outer, protective covering for the door to the cell but covers a good portion of the wall. I did it, but not without damage to myself, having broken a couple bones in my hands and beaten much of the skin off my knuckles. It has been designed to be impenetrable. I sometimes wonder what or who these cells were originally intended for from how beautifully setup they are to hold a Spartan or someone of similar strength.

We have the best in the school, in their varying fields of computers, mechanics, stealth/infiltration, academia and so on. They are my closest team members and also the lot who share the dorm house I got assigned to when I arrived and had them either transferred in to, or assigned to, when they came here to the school with my administrative powers.

We've escalated our efforts steadily to reveal the going's on here even going so far to report things to the UNSC and ONI. But somehow the security of the school always stopped us before we could get our reports out and threw the offenders and organizers into The Hole for more 'reconditioning' - which in laymen's terms just simply torture. I did however manage to get a meeting with Captain Lasky of the UNSC Infinity when it was docked at this planet's spaceport but we were interrupted before I really got to tell him much, by a couple goons from the school dressed as ONI officers who sedated me and the next thing I knew I woke up in The Hole for a very rough and long stint.

"They've broken many of my ribs and shed a lot of my blood in these years here, but every drop was worth it." I think to myself grimly as I haul ass up the steps of the school to the inner courtyard with my close five, our makeshift armored suits and the rifle's we've procured from a few of the security personnel on our way here, balanced perfectly in our hands.

We've finally managed to get a specialized set of very compressed and encrypted files sent to specific people at UNSC HIGHCOM, my parents, my aunt and uncle, and some other key people to reveal what has been going on here with our rough plan that us kids are going to need some cavalry to execute our plan for revolt or pull our butts out of the deep fryer in case we're in over our heads and find out too late due to our relative inexperience with combat.