Hero. Demon.

That's what they called us. Doesn't really matter what people thought though, as long as we got the jobs done. Spartans, humanities saviors. Spartans never die, or at least that's what they tell the public.

Maybe we really don't. Just for a second, maybe even we begin to believe the same that Spartans Never Die. They simply go missing.

I certainly did.

AUGUST 14, 2547 – NORTH JAPAN Mount Takahata. 13:31 Local Time.

"ONI Archeological survey dig site #00627-211941. Today, we begin exploring a cavern that was shown to us by a local group of Japanese Citizens. The caverns, recently discovered after a large earthquake in the area are part of a larger compound deeper in the side of the Mountain it appears. On surface digs, we have discovered metallic alloys and fragments of metal. These appear to be very old, possibly a fallen satellite that broke up on re-entry to the atmosphere." The dictation starts out, slender female fingers type on the pad in front of her as she continues detailing.

Stopping her dictation, she reaches over, picking up a small 22mm length of metal, covered in rust and dirt as she scrubs away at it slowly with her brush on the table. The metal… was just more metallic underneath. Letting loose a sigh, she turned back to the monitor, placing the metal back in its opened container on a white cloth.

"The metal piece itself must be part of a larger vessel. It's not tool grade metal, and has obviously been exposed to extreme heat as it warped and coiled like someone stuck it in a fire and dropped it in water too quickly. Aside from heavy oxidation and burn marks, there's a single marking on the metal near the base. It looks like a number of some kind, but it could be anything." She pauses again, taking the metal and scraping it with a small plastic knife, knocking off small pieces of dust and debris into the tray. Each new surface yielded very little as far as what it went to.

"Honestly, I'm not sure this is connected." Her voice trailed off for a moment, as she cleared her throat. "The Locals, this community, has a history going back centuries and a story that comes with it. It spoke of a Demon in Blue Armor that descended from the heavens and walked as though he were a devil. He had several companions, all men that came with him. The Demon and his servants Lived on the mountain, and grew very strong, even having local feudal Japanese lords live on the land; cultivate it."

Her voice cracked again, she stopped the recording again, taking her glasses off and setting them to the side. Why didn't I just get my eyes fixed like Capt. Persna requested, she even said ONI would pay for the operations. Six months is a long time but… my glasses are part of me… Right?

"Ok, gotta focus…" she said, snapping off her own train of thought and stretching out. She stood up and walked to the end of the table, the u shaped furniture wrapping around her chair with her computer and dictation ongoing in the center of the U. To the left, she opened up a second box she had on the desk, containing numerous artifacts and other materials from Feudal Japan. Hand tools, part of a broken Katana, and pieces of a manuscript dating from the mid-1750s. She took the manuscript, its brittle pages being reinforced by new laminate so they could be handled with ease she read it over again.

"Basically, the manuscript we found last month refers to the demon again, but this time over 200 years after he first appeared in the area." She turned the page over and placed her fingers on the paper. "Could the covenant have visited earth centuries before we made formal contact with them?" she pondered, focusing on the word 悪魔, DEMON, written in Japanese Kanji with extreme emphasis.

"If not the covenant, then what exactly are we looking for, or is this just another urban legend? ONI intelligence doesn't seem to believe so. They are very interested in finding whatever is it out here, ever since IT was discovered here, they have been all abuzz trying to find what was so important out on this mountainside and how it was related to the legends."

She reached up and grabbed a 3rd container, pulling it down and gently opening it. Unwrapping the cloth and unsealing the small wrapped bag that was contained in the box. She held up a small, crystalline structure, nearly perfect in formation as a hexagon, but cracked several times like it had been hit repeatedly.

The level of tooling, the level of polish and precision was uncanny. The gem was beautiful, but ONI is convinced it is not naturally occurring. "I have no idea why this gem is so valuable. It honestly looks like a near flawless piece of quartz. As soon as it was discovered, we were given directive to excavate this entire site, and everything within 15 Kilo-Meters. All of this, over a single crystal?"

She held it up the light, the bright fluorescent glow hitting the crystal making perfect prismatic rainbows on the floor, refractions from the cracks make the rainbow dance like a kaleidoscope as it was turned and she smiled. "It looks like a toy from when I was a kid almost," as she placed the gem back in its bag. 17mmX17mmX17mmX1mm. a nearly perfect hexagon on all sides and almost perfectly shaped. It made little sense as she placed the container back on the shelf and stirred. ONI was known for their secrets. They are always keeping public notice down but this was certainly of a different breed. Something new. They had always shied away from large public projects but why this one? What made it so special?

She had so many questions as the day grew longer. Glancing down and picking up her name badge, she rubbed some dust off of her tag that had stuck from earlier when she was in the field in the morning observing the sunrise from the entry of her camp's barracks.

"Lieutenant Marsha Tokashi, UNSC Archivist and Historian." She read her badge aloud to herself, running her fingers over the edges and cleaning her badge till it shined again. "My, don't you get yourself dirty a lot!" as she put it back on her coat. Walking over to the computer, she started to log back into her computer again. Clicking on the keyboard, the screen popped up and quickly displayed a message from one of her team at the dig site.

COME QUICK! IMPORTANT FIND, BRING THE FIRST METAL PIECE!

- SPECIALIST ALLEN BAKER

Quickly picking up the box and staring into it her eyes lit up, for the first time in it seemed like weeks. Tucking it inside her arm, and picking up the keys to a warthog she had been granted use of it was time to head out.

Driving down the road a large Mountain came into view. Approximately 2,600m tall, the structure was far from the tallest in Japan, but still housed a number of inhabitants. The area that was being looked at however was an uninhabited forested area, or at least, it was now. According to legend there was a large structure on the mountain that was now buried and lost to time. In the years before electricity, apparently the Blue Demon had found ways to move earth, and had buried the entire structure. There were no surviving pictures, no paintings or other descriptions, which could mean it was anything, even a castle or a town.

She often drove this mountain pass and thought about just that possibility. For all they knew, it could be a ship, an ancient ship from the Covenant, or other race. It could simply be a home or crude construct… without finding evidence however, she sighed. Maybe they would never know. But Specialist Baker never got excited like this and was not prone to messages of such Brevity. Whatever he had found, apparently it was important.

Speeding off up the mountain, she circled their dig site, one of several in the area that was focused on finding artifacts and other information. The site was roughly 2 Km2 and had a personally detachment of 27. They had been digging and investigating for nearly 5 weeks now, and were on the verge of moving to another site when the first metal piece was discovered. Though they still had their minds wrapped in what-ifs, it was enough to convince the Captain for 2 more weeks investigation to find other artifacts in the same region.

When pulling up, her adjutant was waiting, holding a chart and several documents. Quickly thumb printing the pad and nodding her off she stepped out of the warthog, resting her arms beside her as she looked out over the dig site.

The Main analysis was being done in the largest building, a converted Military drop compound converted over to a portable Science and Research Facility for use on Planetary surfaces and redeployable in Hostile or deadly environments. The main compound was adjacent with 2 other smaller buildings, a storage unity for their equipment, digging rigs, and enough room for 4 warthogs and 3 mongoose. The other building, was an onsite bath and cafeteria. Most of the crew stayed onsite in smaller tents, only she and her adjutant had offsite accommodations.

Heading toward the main dig tent, she parted the dust curtain from its magnetic snaps and pulled it to one side, stepping in out of the light and into a portable cleanroom. Draped with dozens of clear and opaque tarps to prevent dust contamination and adverse airflow from outside drafts, the central point of the latex labyrinth was a large 7m2 room, containing advanced analysis equipment and a direct uplink to ONI headquarters.

Placing her cleanroom gear on, Tokashi strapped the double insulated gloves to her lab jacket and walked through the final barrier, and breathed deep. The smell of the cleanroom was exquisite to her, nothing but the smell of the dirt they were excavating and clay. Looking over to Spec. Baker, the lights around him dimmed a little when the curtains parted.

Baker was a gaunt fellow. Very small, and could not see well at all. Unlike Tokashi when she was recruited could have ocular corrections done, Baker's was so debilitating the risk of permanent damage was too high. He was your stereotypical scientist, thin and frail in a white jacket with large round coke bottle classes. Standing only around 172cm he was short for a marine, and since that also meant he was physically incapable, it made him an excellent choice for non-field duties.

He glanced over to Tokashi, waiting by the door and tapping her foot with eagerness.

"You pulled me away from my coffee and my desk." Remembering she had completely forgotten the coffee she was supposed to bring with her. "What was so important?" following up her statement as she reached for the pot of coffee they kept onto of the mass spectrometer. She always had to smile a little, where else were they going to put it in here? They certainly couldn't put it with the scopes kit.

"Something that may change the course of our entire understanding of history!" Baker enthusiastically replied. Dramatics again, was not another of his qualities so Tokashi quickly noted this with some enthusiasm. Walking over to the table she was leery as to what he had.

Taking the other piece he had requested her bring out of its container she handed it to him. Greedily it was taken from her hands and placed down next to a similar piece of metal that was recovered earlier that morning and had been cleaned up.

"Now, that marking that was on the first piece did not appear to be natural. What is natural about something being engraved into very dense metal?" He asked quizzically. He held the other piece up to the other, linking up the markings to form what appeared at first to be a symbol.

"They match?" Tokashi asked curiously, striding around to the other side of the examination table and bringing a light in closer. Still obscured with dirt mostly, the markings did appear to match up, creating a slightly serpentine pattern under the light.

"It looks familiar, but this is why I waited to confirm with the piece you have. They came from the same craft, the curves and rips are around the same angles and the markings match. We have pieces of the same vessel." He said calmly. A smile creeping to his face and looking up as a discouraging scowl found hers.

"What tells you it's a vessel of some sort?" She countered problematically.

"This does!" he responds. Flipping both pieces over and lining them back up, the reverse has the markings stamped in reading like a serial number. Dusting off the lettering again with a brush and cleaning it up the letters U._._.C F were spelled out followed by a numerical sequence 223_1_144_141_991.

"Some of the lettering is damaged entirely, however if I am right about this, it should read UNSC F," He continues emphatically, spraying a chemical revealer agent, trying to raise or highlight the center 2 letters that had been worn off. The faint remnants of an "N" began appearing on the metal but didn't fully coalesce.

She was shocked, looking at the metal piece she picked it up and examined the numbering on it more. Unable to speak, the piece sat limp on her gloves while it was examined. Small dents in the metal pocked the exterior from erosion but it was amazingly well defined.

"Only one true issue remains… If this is a part from a UNSC vessel that presents a different problem entirely. We haven't had a domestic crash on planet in over 80 years, and this is clearly not simple steel." She started as Baker cut her off.

"That's where the real weird part comes in though. I got the results back from the age dating of the materials and the age dating of the corresponding minerals and dirt it was found in, and it matched those other results we took from the first piece. They date back over 1,000 years!" Exclaiming this last part he pressed his hands down next to the metal slivers. "This metal, should not exist. IT shouldn't even be possible for people from that long ago to have made this, yet it has current day markings on it. Even stranger, the serial number, when entered into the AI's search databanks, all possible iterations are not a match for the missing numbers except 2 things." He stopped, holding back the information for a moment.

"So… you believe that these two pieces of metal are modern and are not 1,000 years old then?" She asked, leaning back and signing. Coming all this way and he's telling her the age of dirt, this was not amusing. "So this is a hoax, if those serial numbers are in service somewhere then this came off of something and this is all some elaborate hoax or someone threw away a piece of metal"

"NO!" He exclaimed quickly and jumping slightly. His reaction caught her off-guard and his eyes grew large, large even for his glasses. "The metal piece, the serial number… they are linked to a Marine issued Shotgun that was manufactured 5 months ago and deployed to Atlas Station!" Further explaining his findings Tokashi was still unimpressed.

"So now you're telling me a marine dropped a shotgun from orbit? This is a shotgun from off the station? Great… this is useless now!" She said, turning to leave. Disappointed and angered. All that frustration, all that spent time and all it was is a damn Marine's Shotgun that someone threw from the orbital platform. Almost 8 weeks of operations here and nothing to show for it.

"No Lieutenant, the shotgun is checked into the station now. They have it in their possession. I called the armory officer onboard and confirmed that the 2 missing serials that the AI got a hit off of are both shotguns, and are both in inventory onsite at the station. They were both used for testing earlier this week before they were installed as part of a weapons shipment to a ship heading out to one of the colonies for a defense supplement." He finished

Tokashi, had a chill go up her spine when he finished talking. What exactly was he suggesting? That the shotgun was faked? Or something much more implicating? She slowly turned around, sipping at her coffee as the Site AI Delphine came online and materialized on the observation table across from the remains.

Delphine was a short, mild tempered and elderly Asian avatar, resembling that of a Native Japanese lady in her mid-50s.

"Specialist Baker is correct. My databases concluded that the 2 weapons that match the data gathered from the wrecked metal when substituting in any other additional characters and numbers through our systems. Furthermore, chemical topical and materials analysis confirms that the composition is 99.92% a match for chemical likeness and composition. The wreckage and the shotguns are identical comparisons when accounting for age and decay based on time and erosion, chemical changes and other exposures over a period of 1,000 years. X-ray analysis of the serial numbers also show the same identical imperfections located behind several of the stamped numbers in the metal including a 7nm pocket of air that formed in the barrel of the rifle during manufacturing that was missed during a quality control survey of the weapon when it was certified for use." Delphine concluded, drawing up several diagrams, images and other documents showing the providence of the items that they were identifying.

Tokashi was simply amazed, finding a chair and leaning back in it slowly, looking up at the screens and analyzing the information that had just been provided to them.

"Is there any possible way that this is a mistake or that there is some sort of hoax being set up and this is all merely a huge coincidence?" She asked, sipping her coffee and trying to process the implications that are going on.

"The possibility of this being a hoax is less than .2%, and the chances of it being a coincidence, are slim to incalculable. No, this is the same piece of metal as is currently residing on the Atlas." Delphine concluded, and then snapping her fingers conjured a video of the metal's side by side, as well as a time lapse showing a remodeling of the warped wreckage to perfectly fit a spot on the barrel in perfect dimensions. Both Baker and Tokashi just stared, the image was a perfect match, but at the same time perfectly illogical.

"Also, as part of any possibility where a temporal aspect is observed, the explanation for the examination for the weapons was classified, and the weapons are placed back into service as they should be for when the need arises, aside from a single modification. Instructions were to label and mark the barrel of both shotguns with a single 5 pointed star located directly above the UNSC label at a depth of 2mm." Delphine showed on the monitors and both humans jumped to their feet, running to examine the metal that had been retrieved.

After a few moments of brushing the metal and removing debris from the item, the outline of a star was apparent, cleaning it with some water and brushing harder the star became more and more visible, located directly above the UNSC Logo was the 5 pointed star that had been engraved into the barrel.

There was no doubt, these were the same weapons, or at least this was a piece of it.

"So… this barrel fragment is over 1,000 years old?" Baker questioned, looking back over his own notes and flipping through his tablet to show the details and notes he had taken before.

"No wonder ONI was so interested in this." Tokashi said, looking down at the ground and shaking her head a little to get herself back to reality.

"THE CRYSTAL!" She suddenly screamed, realizing what it was she raced over to the jeep. Out of pure thought she had tossed it into the bag as well to bring it along, not expecting anything huge or a major discovery she ripped her gloves off, throwing off her other equipment and dashed out to the Warthog. Biting her lip as she raced up the path to the Vehicle pool.

She dug under the tarp and snagged hold of the box containing the crystal and raced it back to the building.

Baker and Delphine were both perplexed, looking at the door as she took off.

"Until she returns, I am g…" Delphine was beginning when the Lieutenant burst back through the doors, grabbing her gear and racing in, opening the box and pulling the crystal out.

"We've been looking at this as a relic, an artifact from an era long ago. What if this isn't a relic, what if this is modern technology?!" out of breath she stammered out her statement, putting into a scanner. Delphine caught interest in it and scanned it herself, bringing the crystal up on data screens.

"When we found it, we were thinking it was just… a… ummm. ….. A Crystal. Just a gem that had been polished. What if this is a core for a Data Terminal or for a portable Memory chip! I know they are very rare and new, but if we are talking time travel here, then what if this is something that hasn't been made or manufactured yet?" She examined it closer, comparing it to other Data Chips that they had laying around, but were definitely larger than the crystal she was holding.

"Delphine, run the specs of this crystal again, but this time check it against modern contemporary items and other Data storage devices used or commissioned or even things that are possibly in development."

Her orders flew steady, as she examined the chip and started looking at it again not as just a crystal, but something that may have data stored on it. Pulling it closer the data is certainly fractured and broken, but what if it could be incorporated into a working model, replace the good working chip with the broken fragments. Maybe they could at least retrieve something from the old data. Her hopes were elated when Delphine reported back.

"There are 9 pending models in development that match exact specifications as the chip we have here and 2 current in production models that if hold true, would be compatible with the chip for use. 1 Can easily be acquired by removing the chip from the holo-vid recorder in this room. You can pry the back panel open by removing several of the securing bolts from the casing and extract the crystal chip in the core and replace it with the one we recovered."

Baker did just that, going for the holo recorder and pulling its casing apart. Most people didn't know what the memory was, as most units and computers are designed and manufactured with the device already built in. Portable memory units aren't typically needed or used unless they are for large data transfers or huge data files, such as an AI memory Matrix which cannot be transferred over wireless communications due to file complexity and data corruption. Most other hand held devices all communicated wirelessly and did not need any other operations to get to the memory, so when they looked at the chip, they simply didn't realize what it was and did not know what to do with it.

"Technology…" She miffed under her breath. Taking the crystal and clearing off the last remains of dirt and other debris, she watched as he slowly hacked his way into the camera, tore its casing open to remove its memory chip, and then tore into the memory chip, pulling out the data core crystal and leaving a hole. Not a perfect fit to the one they had, but this was the best they could do for now. Taking the crystal cautiously and inserting it into the hole they pressed the casing closed again and plugged it into one of the data terminal receivers on the console that Delphine was conveniently standing on.

"One moment, I will try to access and download the contents of the crystal." Delphine said, and then vanished. Her avatar disappearing into a blue light as the crystal glowed dimly, slowly growing brighter and more brilliant as they waited. The Blue light emanating from the crystal was almost beautiful in a way, the glowing getting brighter with every few moments of waiting.

"Hopefully this means its working?" Baker questioned, getting a little closer to the chip and examining it as the light pulsed and then systematically went dark.

Delphine re-emerged a few moments later, her Blue avatar rematerializing from where it had left a few moments before and held up the image of the crystal chip.

"Indeed you were correct Lt. Tokashi, this is a data crystal. Most of the data and information is extremely corrupted and damaged, there isn't much to work with but I will do what I can to retrieve and clean up the data as much as possible. I can afford around 7% programming power, which should be adequate to decode the device's information, or at least retrieve any possible information at this time." The AI surmised and started processing the data. "I was able to recover and download over 4,900 documents and other images off of the data chip. I will begin archiving them and cataloging them for study and for details."

"Thank you Delphine, and that will be perfect." Baker slowly stammered, still examining the crystal chip as he pulled it back out of the terminal and looked it over multiple times.

Watching a data screen as Delphine dove headfirst into analyzing the data one file popped up on the screen, and the young lieutenant's eyes went wide when she read it.

"Delphine, get me ONI HQ, and I want to get Lord Hood on the comma, patch me directly in to the main command center, I'm on my way to the office now. Classify all the documents here under my authorization code and archive them immediately!" Barking orders as she left the tent, all the blue screens froze and flushed to red, all text was instantly rendered illegible and deleted from the view screens as Delphine vanished herself. Specialist Baker was simply perplexed, looking down at where the documents had started piling up as they were being archived, and looking at the chip again.

He wasn't sure what she had seen, she was the only one who had read it but for her to jump and react like that, it sure wasn't something he was interested in. Turning back around, he went back to cleaning off the rest of the metal and back to cataloging some of the other icons they had turned up.

Questions, words and other phrases popped through Tokashi's head as she headed towards the main building. Nothing was making sense anymore, and the addition of this was going to blow the lid off of everything, and she was right in the middle of it.

Pulling open the main facility doors, she walked in through building decontamination as a marine greeted her with a nod. His helmet was on and visor down but his posture was very relaxed. Hopping up the stairs quickly and rounding the corner on the 2nd floor she sped off to the office, closing and locking the door behind her, and pulling all the security shades.

"Ma'am, I have Lord Hood awaiting your communicae." Delphine said, raising a view screen that showed a young Lord Hood, standing on the deck of a ship.

"Good evening there Lieutenant. Delphine informs me that you have discovered something of importance in Japan?" He inquired Motioning away from the screen and leaning in slowly.

"Yes sir, we have recovered several artifacts but most of all, the crystal that you had sent to us that was found last year was a data chip and the memory stored is still intact." She started, holding the chip in her hand.

"Delphine, bring up the images of the shotgun." She asked, holding the chip firmly and grasping it tight. "The images we have here indicate that 2 pieces of metal and wreckage, the first recovered 2 weeks ago and the 2nd recovered earlier today, match and verify with a pair of shotguns onboard a Longsword bound for the outer colonies in 3 weeks. This wreckage and these items are over 1,000 years of age, and have deep patina, yet bear undeniable stamps of UNSC markings. They appear to be from the barrels of the weapons in question." She stopped to catch her breath as Delphine brought up more schematics of the damaged metal pieces and the subsequent shotguns that were requisitioned from the Atlas Station.

"So, what you're saying is this is just a standard issue UNSC Weapon?" Lord Hood stated, sounding unimpressed with the findings at this time.

"Partly sir, they are standard issue but like I said, the materials that we have are over 1000 years old, and the other matching shotguns that the serial numbers came off of, are still on station at Atlas station, scheduled to be shipped out on the UNSC Fire of Tau in 3 weeks to one of the outer colonies."

The conversation took a very tense twist, Lord Hood's expression visibly changed from discontent, to amazement, to disturbance as she told him what was being found.

"Also, we found this on the data crystal. There are over 4,900 other documents and such that are very badly damaged and will need recovery before they are legible or usable but at this time, we have one document that is sure to change the course of human history at its core." Her words trailing off and sweating profusely, she pulled in a slow breath of air.

"What document is that important Lieutenant?" He asked, looking at Delphine.

Conjuring up the document and sending it directly to the desktop it displayed for him to read. Very broken, the language was almost indecipherable at this point in time. Both age of the crystal and other damage had occurred and further repairs need to be made but the document has some slightly legible parts to it.

"This is the first document that we recovered, and it appears to be a personal memo from someone to ONI."

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