~Part 1~
What has my life become?
It was mid-day, rain was light. All Mike could hear was a ringing sound, he hit something hard. He looked around, dazed from an explosion that sent him flying. He was behind a large boulder. Some ran up and shook him, he could barely hear. "Commander! Get up and MOVE!" Mike shook his head and poked his head around the boulder, a bullet hit his helmet hard, knocking him back. The man infront of him laughed and said "Your good, lets keep moving!" Mike yelled to his squad to run like hell back to the choppers. Everyone suppressed the enemy the best they could. Something caught Mike's eye. "The control! Take off, I'll catch up later!" He yelled at the squads sergeant. The man began to protest but Mike almost shot him. "Spartan! When I say move out, I mean MOVE the f*ck out!" The sergeant listened, and the chopper took off. Mike was alone, versus millions of enemy soldiers. "Huh seems like their outnumbered." He thought. He knew if they lost the control system to the Ion Cannon, then the war was lost. He bolted to the small box and put in the firing codes. The numbers :10, appeared on the small screen. "Oh shit, better get out of here before it goes off." He ran as fast as he could, but looked back. A giant blue light engulfed him, it felt like his skin was being ripped off. It only lasted a second, but felt like one thousand years. He laid there, his skin burned and smoking. He was somehow alive. He was staring at the cloudy, gray sky. "Ha Ha Ha! Take that you bastards!" The rain felt good on his now burnt skin. After laying there for sometime, he hear a chopper over head. "Holy shit! Everyone move and get his body. Command.. He didn't.. wait a second.." Mike grabbed the spartans arm that was talking. "Dude, shut up. I got a headache." All of the spartans around him were stunned. "Si..Sir how did you survive?" Mike tried to laugh, "Simple, this..." Mike revealed a necklace, with a skull inside a cog. When a few spartans helped him up, it moved from where it was. "Sir, its burned into your skin.." Mike looked down to see what the man said was true. "Heh minor flesh wound." The man before him just shook his head and everyone got on to the King Raven.
Mike could barely move his blackened body. He got close to tears, but held it back. They finally landed, he thought it took forever. Medics ran up to the chopper and took his arm, they would treat whatever pain he had. Once the pain was gone, a doctor walked into his room. "Well sir, your entire body is burned. How you survived a direct Ion Cannon strike is nothing far then a miracle. Oh and some RDA nuts came by, they wanted to speak with you." Mike sat up, the doctor tried to stop him, he pushed the doctor away. "Where are they now?" Mike asked, he hated when people helped him. "They are waiting outside." The doctor replied. Mike got out of the bed, his pants were somehow still intact. He grabbed a shirt someone had left for him. It was dark blue, and was sleeveless. His skin was peeled off by the medics, all that was left were huge scars. He walked outside, it was still cloudy. "Ah! There you are Commander Mike!" An RDA executive said with a smile. Mike had a bad feeling about this guy. "You know me, but I don't know who the hell you are? This is a warzone, well was. What are you doing here?" The RDA executive replied "Well sir, we had a.. minor problem on one of our mining planets. Seems as though the natives became hostile. We want you and a few of your spartans to deal with them so we can get back to work there." Mike laughed. "Where is this place and what are the natives like?" Mike and the executive sat down on some boxes. "Well Mike, The planet is called Pandora and the natives are very primitive, they call themselves 'Na'vi'. We hope, with help from you, we could.. get rid of these pests. What do you say?" Mike thought for a minute, do as these people asked or continue to expand the empire? "Huh, I'll make a deal with you. You let the Spartan take over this 'Pandora' of yours, and you can mine whatever the hell is there, for free." The man smiled and agreed. They shook hands, the RDA executive walked away, with his body guards. A figure walked up next to Mike, his pale skin showed his brutality. "So, We're off to fight their war?" He said, staring at the departing RDA men. "Seems so." RAAM looked over at him, "Mike, I was told never to tell you. I can not hold back, the people who killed your family.. they were the RDA." Mike's heart skipped a beat. "You sure? Why didn't you tell me?" Mike was doing his best to stay calm. "Sir, I was sworn by your fathers last request. He wanted you to wait till you were strong enough." Mike hated RAAM for not telling him this, but there was no point on arguing. "Fine, we go to Pandora, kill the Na'vi, then destroy the RDA." Mike radioed to the Leviathan that they were going to Pandora. In the next few hours, everyone loaded up, all one hundred thousand spartans. This planet called "Eur" by local Humans, would be under control of the Spartan Empire.
Mike found his Cryo bed, RAAM told him a little bit of the Na'vi language and that he would need an 'Avatar' in order to interact better with them. Mike closed the cryo bed. The next two years would be short, he hoped..
~End of Part 1~