A/N: Alright here it is, after so many months. Remaking the story has been somewhat of a task but the first chapter has been done for awhile. I just want to send a big thanks to MercAaron for all the edit work. Also to Freelancer92 for a little edit work as well, but mostly for the funny comments that make me want to keep the edited version. I hope you all enjoy the redone version as much as the original.

Chapter One

"Once a Spartan, Always a Spartan"

Commander Ackerson steped onto the stage with a little smile on his face. He walked up to the microphone with two other men at his side. One was an older gentleman, he wore a combat hardened face, had nerves of steel, and he stood at full attention at Ackerson's side. The other, was in Spartan armor, but it was unlike any that had been shown in the news reports of Spartans in battle. Something was up. Ackerson cleared his throat then spoke very clearly and slowly to make sure we got the point.

"Spartans. A dangerous enemy and a powerful ally. Thank the gods that they're on our side.

The original Spartans were a force to be reckoned with. From the early age of 7 they were taken from their homes to train to serve their country. If a Spartan child was born too weak, it was abandoned, left for dead.

Like the original Spartans, the Spartan-IIs were taken at an early age. They were tougher then any of their peers; stronger and faster than many people over their age. Those that are left are the best of the best; they have survived so many assaults on the covenant and the forerunners that it seems improbable that they are still alive today.

But you are different. You are the next wave of Spartans: the Spartan-IIIs. We have already trained three companies of S-IIIs before you. You will be known as Delta Company, and you will be trained by the best. For we expect great things out of each and every one of you. New equipment and new training is in store for you as well. I hope to see all of you again in the future."

As the older gentleman began to step forward the vision began to blur. It quickly changed to a jungle setting. Three Spartan-IIIs appeared out of mid-air and began to run forward. They were being chased by two flying devices. They each looked like they had a power core in the middle of them and when they hit one of the Spartans that didn't get into cover quick enough, the energy blast went straight through any shielding that was on the Spartan and killed him instantly. The two other Spartans looked from one to another and split up. They ran from cover to cover, moving as quickly as possible to try and lose their pursuers. The vision cut to one of the Spartans who turned a corner and jumped into a cave. The floating object looked around and flew off still looking for the other. The Spartan in the cave poked his head out and what he saw was horrible. The two floating objects cornered the other Spartan and shot her down. The Spartan in the cave, devastated, sat down in the cave and waited for the impending doom to come.

He awoke with a great shake. Glancing around his quarters he desperately tried to remember where he was. Around his room he saw various objects on the walls. A calendar with some notes scribbled on it, a phone that lay beside his bed, and an alarm clock that blinked 12:00. Ever since that job at The Office of Naval Intelligence (ONI) his quarters got steadily messier. He sat up, checked his data pad, and reset his alarm clock to the correct time. "3:30? Jesus, I need to get back to sleep." He thought. He stood up, cleaned up some of his room so that it was manageable, and went back to bed. As he lay down he heard running in the hallway. A squeaky, somewhat familiar voice came from whoever was running. "Aww, damn, here we go again." He knew exactly who it was.

He got up and turned the light and coffee pot on. He was going to have to be awake for this one. As he was getting ready, a knock followed by someone whispering on the other side of the door. "Chris, get up, we need to talk." He finished putting his shirt on and walked over to the door. When he opened it, his boss helped herself in. Josselyn was small, about 5'8" with dark blond hair, and was quite attractive. Chris had known her for about a year since he'd been working at ONI but she always was in the loop with rumors flying around the office. She kept her eyes and ears on what was being passed down through the ranks. She even knew about Top Secret orders, even though she wasn't supposed to.This is what piqued Chris's interests so much, she always had something interestingto tell him. It made him excited and nervous at the same time. "Come in, sit down, and calmly tell me exactly what's going on Joss." He closed the door behind her and went back to the coffee pot. He slowly pouredtwo cups and then sat down himself. Awkward silence passed between the two of them as they drank their coffee. Chris was the first to speak.

"Alright, what's the new rumor going around today?"

She looked at him and slowly said, "They're putting you back into the field. No rumors, no lies. This is real."

He downed the last of his coffee and put the glass on the table. He took a couple of seconds to think about this information. After all rumors were exactly that, rumors. "What are you talking about? When I accepted this job they swore to never put me back into the field."

"Well the orders are being passed down; someone is supposed to be making the delivery at 6."

Chris quickly looked to the clock. It read4:30. "Well you obviously heard about it, what else do you know?"

Chris read her expression and he could tell there wasn't much coming to her mind. Although the look in her eyes revealed to him that she had something to say. "Chris, I've been your boss now for quite awhile. I want to be honest."

"By all means, please do."

"Well, they say that there's a new group of Spartans."

Chris's jaw dropped. He thought it over in his head and tried to reason things out, the war was over. The last of the covenant was being sought out and killed little by little. It made no sense for there to be a new group of Spartans. The dream he had just experienced flashed back at him. Memories of all those years ago when he sat and realized that he was to become a Spartan penetrated his thoughts. The vision of Commander Ackerson telling him and his friends about the Spartan program, they were his brothers and sisters. Feelings of being the lone survivor of the group of Spartan-IIIs known as Delta Squad were flooding his mind. He looked back to Josselyn, "Why is there a new group of Spartans? And why the hell am I being called in?"

"There's no news about that Chris, I just thought I'd let you know about what I heard."

Chris got up to get another cup of coffee, "Well, thanks I guess."

Josselyn got up and headed for the door. "Chris, it's been a pleasure working with an individual such as you. Although you're not so clean at home, you were showing great promise at the office. Thank you for everything." And with that she walked out.

After she left, Chris just sat around in anxiety in nervousness, waiting for the orders to come; if they would come at all. He took a desk job at ONI because he wanted to get away from the fighting. He saw too much of what happened on Onyx to last 10 lifetimes. He was happy where he was, content with his current life. Although, at times it seemed a little too simple for a man such as him, a former Spartan, but he enjoyed every moment. Meeting Josselyn as his boss and the joking around in the office was fun. He would miss it. He once had feelings for her but the one date they did have felt awkward for the both of them. He always knew that they would always have more of a sibling relationship. And when he heard the mail cart rolling down the hallway, he couldn't help to wonder just how much he was going to miss this simple, yet fun, life. When the cart finally got to his door, the mailman dropped a big envelope that had the words, "TOP SECRET" on them. Joss was indeed right.

As he looked through the contents of the folder, he saw that he was getting 7 Spartans under his command. Shock and awe enveloped him, not only were these Spartans, these were the unbelievable Spartan-IVs. Rumors about these Spartans were spreading like wildfire throughout the office. Chris was given the stats sheet on each of the Spartans, data on where they excelled, where they needed help, and where they would succeed was displayed. Most of them were very versatile and scored high on the ex-assassin's test. Out of them all, there was only going to be one girl in the group. Chris was finishing up going through the data when he noticed that he had a meeting with them at 8am. It was now 7 so Chris decided to take it easy and take a shower before the first meeting. He put on his choice uniform; after all that had happened to him on Onyx he earned the rank Chief Petty Officer; although he himself thought he didn't deserve it. It served as a reminder to all his fallen brethren. As he walked out of his room, he looked in the little mirror right beside the door and put on his hat. Everything was crisp, shiny. He gave a nod to the mirror and walked out of his room.

He went to the section on ONI that the orders had come from and had an escort show him the way. He couldn't believe he was as nervous as he was to get back into the field. The ex-Spartan wondered what the "new" Spartans would be like. Without really thinking about it he looked around and noticed that he was deep inside of ONI. The private that was his escort stopped in front of a pair of doors and stood to the side, "This is it, sir."

"Thank you, Private." Chris said. And with that the Private walked off. Chris stood in front of the door for another minute before he walked in. He took a deep breath and opened the doors…

A/N: OMFG CLIFFHANGER!! As you can see I added quite a bit more detail into the story. Hope you like it. And please comment!