(Author's Note: I do hope my readers forgive me, I've not had the time to update many of my stories. I do hope to update them soon, but I'm still quite busy. Just one more story that I've followed through on. I hope you guys like it, Read and Review if possible, and there's plenty more to come from.)

Prologue: Arrival on Infinity

FIVE MONTHS AFTER NEW PHOENIX INCIDENT

"Commander Palmer."

Leader of the Spartan Ops, Commander Sarah Palmer detested sitting in her office, so when she heard the tell-tale voice of Roland, Infinity's A.I, She sighed with relief. "Oh, thank God Roland. Tell me you have the list of the new Fireteams I ordered? I can't stand simply waiting while we have Marines getting sent down there one after another."

"Patience, Commander, I got them right here." Spoke the orange, holographic interface. "I understand your worry for them, but Captain Las-"

"Captain Lasky has ordered me to stand down until all Spartans have been cleared for deployment, I know." She said, slightly depressed. She leaned back in her chair and looked ahead at the monitor before her. The spinning, holographic symbol of the UNSC spun in the same clockwise turn as it always has. She typed a bit on the built-in keyboard of her desk, pulling up more of the data files on the new Fireteams that had been scheduled. "Dammit, I wish they'd at least send me down there…I hate paperwork…"

"Well, you're not the only one. 91.8% of humans detest it as well, so I suggest you find something to ease your discomfort." He said as he looked at the screen. Two blue files appeared side-by-side together as Sarah continued looking.

The two report details had different standings, and were both equally good. One team, Majestic, had enough of a good report to even be listed before her, but signs of Misbehavior and Bad luck followed them. The file stated that they

A second file, Crimson, listed almost exactly the same. They had endured plenty of trouble themselves, but better survival rates led to a stronger group altogether. They had a better rate of luck altogether as well as a lengthy service record. Perhaps these groups would serve as a replacement for Fireteam Vulture. She typed once more on her keyboard as she approved the documentation. "Roland, send these two files back, but keep a separate copy for me to review later."

"Can do, ma'am." Said the little man as the screen did so, the rest of the files disappearing, and the main background screen returning. "Oh, by the way," Said the A.I as he rocked back on the heels of his feet, looking at her. "The General's arrived for the Performance Review. Lasky wanted me to let you know.

"Jeez, they can manage Slipspace travel, but they can't make an automated review system." Complained the commander as she got up and stretched her arms. She currently wore the provided clothes; a simple gray shirt and pants with her name stitched in silver lining along both the pants and the chest. Nothing fancy, but the usual stuff. She'd like to wear her Spartan Armor again, but as she has no-where to go, she has it hung in a case directly by her window facing the planet's Gravity Well. Walking towards the door, she turns to look at it, the sleek Scout armor being her favorite choice. She hesitated about whether she should put it on again.

"Eh… Maybe later." Spoke the Commander as she left her room, hurrying to the Hangar Bay to greet the General.

"Attention flight crew in Hangar C, Pelican inbound for landing, repeat, Pelican inbound for landing."

Hangar C, one of the very few hangars with vacancies, had been recently cleared for the V.I.P. A few marines had been invited to attend, but most of the other scientists and marines had their own jobs to do at maintaining the ship. The doors opened as Sarah Palmer and Thomas Lasky entered to overview the sight of the Pelican entering through the Shield itself. Upon seeing this sight, Lasky hurried across the walkway towards the stairs that led to the main floor, Palmer in hot pursuit.

"Dammit, I can't believe he got here so soon," Said Lasky, speeding down the stairs. "I mean, Roland just gave the message to me."

"Don't worry," responded the Commander as she tripped on the last step and followed him to his place at the end of the line. "I just got it too." They both saluted and watched as the Pelican turned, the ship landing with the doors facing the inner-workings of the ship.

The Pelican's Bay doors opened with a hiss as the people inside were revealed. A small group of four soldiers occupied the Cabin. The soldiers each had their visors down and a magnum on their hip with a pair of Assault rifles ready. Two of them sat on either side of a man. His face was shrouded by the Gray UNSC Officers cap resting over his cranium, but his suit showed the designation of a High-ranking officer; a near perfect square of lines to show the various commendations he's earned. Lasky and Sarah stood at the ready as they waited on the Man's advancement. His stand and approach into the light of the Hangar, his four men in tow, revealed his young face and surprised both Commander Palmer and Captain Lasky. He must have been incredibly young, Eighteen at the least.

Lasky was the first to speak up about this. "Umm… General Lam-?"

Strands of Raven-black hair fell round the General's face as he glared at the two, his young, purple eyes giving them a slight surprise. "Yes, I'm General Lamperouge." Said the boy as he switched gazes between the two, being at near-equal height. "You were thinking I look older?" he asked, cocking an amused eyebrow.

Sarah stepped forward before Lasky could correct himself. "We thought that you would have more field experience, sir. We didn't expect someone so young."

"Well, be happy that I'm still at such an age." He said, taking out a Data-pad and scrolling downwards as he walked across the hangar floor to the stairs that led up to the doors. "Commander Palmer, Explain to me this: Why is it that you only have one team of Spartans at hand?"

Sarah mentally sighed, as she knew this was coming. "Sir, the Spartans that have been reviewed for this mission have been deemed ina-"

"Inadequate?" he says, turning to the commander and glaring at her with the intense strength of a Lion that wants its Gazelle. "Commander Palmer, the Spartan-IV program was intended to make Soldiers into Spartans. If the teams are not Spartan Material, then that means the program is failing." He said typing taking out a silver stylus and writing something into the data pad in his hands.

Lasky decided to interject at this point. "General Lamperouge, we've just sent request out for various teams of Spartans. The original team was to test out their endurance on Requiem and to see if they'd survive the various enemies it possesses."

The General paused as he looked at Lasky, taking into detail every letter that was spoken. "… Very well." He finally said as he walked up the stairs and headed into the inner hull of the ship. "Both of you must know that I am here for a proper performance review of Infinity's future success. I hope you won't disappoint me."

(A.N: And there you have it! First chap-well...Prologue, really, but there's plenty more where that came from. Just so you guys know, the time at which the events have happened are going to be told later. Review if possible, Constructive Criticism is helpful, but don't be rude. Anyways, check up on this story, because I'm definitely going to update it.)