Chapter One: Remains

Covenant Remnants Headquarters, Requiem, September 4, 2559, 3:43pm

"I'm just asking. Could there be another one?" The Spartan asked. He was clad in blue Gen II Recon armor, with his helmet tucked under his arm, exposing his red hair.

The Kig-Yar stood up, and walked over to a holographic display of Requiem. "If there is, then it could be anywhere on the entire planet."

Ginger stared at Eray. "So there is the possiblity?" Eray nodded. The two had become close friends after the Reclaiming of Earth, over a year ago. Ginger had helped Eray, some rouge Covenant forces, and some abandoned Marines destroy a cloning tower that the Elites were using.

Eray nodded. "Not only possible, but most likely. The only problem would be finding it." The Jackal guestured to the holotable. "There are several places on this planet that have been unexplored. It might be a while, but I'll sen search teams out to look for one."

"Thanks, that's all I wanted to know." Ginger slowly put his helmet on, and Destinee appeared on the comm screen. The AI was one of the three people that Ginger had told about the blood samples that he had, and how he planned to use them.

"Do you really think it will work?" Destinee asked as Ginger left the room, heading for the portal that he had come through.

"I really don't know. I hope," Ginger replied. "That guy was like a father to me. The one I never had..." His mind wandered to his father, who had died when he was three. He could remember talking to John on the Infinity shortly after John had become his trainer.

"Mind if I sit here, sir?" Ginger asked, noting that John looked lonely.

"No, go ahead," he answered, returning to his food.

"Thanks, sir," Ginger said as he sat down. "Permission to speak freely, sir?"

"Go ahead."

"I've heard the stories about you and Katana, and I-"

"Cortana," John corrected.

"Right. I just want to let you know that I know what it feels like to lose someone you loved. You see I was-"

And that was when Butch had interrupted the converstation. He was going to tell the story about how he lost his father to the Covenant.

The portal was guarded by Hunters, who remained silent as Ginger walked up to them. The portal led back to Earth, and it was guarded by Spartans. They saluted him as he past. Oh, right. Due to his major part in the Reclaiming of Earth, he had been promoted to Sergeant. He was even in charge of a Fireteam. A full, four member Fireteam, with him being the fourth. Bad thing was that he hadn't even met them yet.

The Infinity was dock at the Cario Station in orbit above Earth. Pretty soon, it would lead a fleet over to Reach and see what needed to be done for reterraforming. And to eliminate any Covenant still on the planet, if any.

One thing about the Human-Covenant War, there wasn't a glass shortage. Windows and the like could be repaired easily.

Ginger walked toward the Pelican that would take him to the massive warship. Captain Deland had requested that he come aboard for some unknown reason. Ginger scoffed as he thought about the new Captain. A few months after they re-took Earth, the UNSC had deemed Thomas Lasky not suitable for the position of Captain, as he had developed a drinking addiction. He was discharged from the UNSC.

Ginger glared at the grey-haired, balding man that was waiting as his Pelican docked. "Captain Deland, sir!" Ginger saluted, but only because he had to.

"Spartan Ethan Torrance, Service Tag B340. Am I correct?" Deland asked.

"Yes sir." Ginger really hated this guy. Plus he hated anyone that called him by his first name. That made the Captain double hated.

"ONI Search teams had uncovered something, and have assembled a team of others to identify it. You are one of them." Deland knew how much some people hated ONI. "You'll find them in Lab 2342." The Captain turned and walked away, and Ginger shot him the bird. Other Spartans clapped at the guesture, and high fived Ginger. The Captain had no idea of what had happened.'

Lab 2342 was dark, the only light source coming from datapad in someone's hands. "Glad you could make it, B340. I guess that's everyone." The lights slowly brightened, revealing the man with the datapad to be wearing a suit emboldened with the ONI pyramaid. He noticed everyone else in the room. The legendary Doctor Halsey, Lachlan S6784, and former Captian Lasky.

Lasky was dressed in casual civilian clothes, with a few stains on his white shirt. His jeans were torn around the knees. Then he noticed the objects on the table.

It appeared to be Gen II armor, but it was in terrible condition. The paint was burned away, leaving it at its original steel color. There was only half of the torso piece, and a few small pieces of random parts. Some were charred and melted in some places.

"Now, this was found under the remains of the Seattle Space Needle. Can you, in any way, confirm that this is Spartan 117's armor?"

Well, now that Ginger looked at it, he could see faint traces of drab green. "I don't know," he blurted out.

"That's okay, we didn't expect any of you to. It's too messed up." The ONI spook seemed quite friendly. "We'll keep it aboard the Infinity in case you need to look at it some more."

He left the room, leading Halsey away by her arm. A Spartan IV escorted Lasky out, and Ginger and Lachlan stared at the armor. It had been over six months since they had seen each other.

"So, could it possibly be John's armor?" Ginger asked.

"I doubt it. He took a direct hit from the Infinity's mainf cannon." Lachlan was in his undersuit, calmly chilling out.

"So, how's you new Fireteam?" Lachlan had also been appointed his own Fireteam.

"They're okay. One is a complete idiot, one is a pervert, and the other seems normal, but sucks with his Sniper Rifle. And they all wear shades of blue armor." Lachlan seemed to think about it for a moment. "Have you met yours?"

"No. That's where I was heading after this," Ginger was kinda scared to meet them. The UNSC was practically recruiting several new people into the Spartan IV program to fill the open spots from the massive killing of Spartans during the fake Covenant invasion, and the Reclaiming of Earth.

"I suggest you hurry," Lachlan adivsed. "My team is facing yours in the War Games Tournament that starts today."

"Fuck, I forgot about that. Well, see ya!" Ginger sprinted out of the lab and off to find his team.

UNKNOWN LOCATION: UNKNOWN TIME

A single figure was trudging through the sand, comtemplating all that had happened over the past few days. He wanted to go home, but that was slightly out of the question...

A/N: Howdy! I got so many requests asking for a continuation of Move On, My Spartan, or for a sequal. In truth, I had always planned on a sequal. And here it is.

There will be more with Lasky in the future, and quite a bit of other stuff. Also, there is a hidden clue about Ginger's Fireteam in the chapter. That's all I will say.

Peace out!