OK....This is the Short introductory First Chapter Of a story that my Girlfriend Helped me kinda figure out. It takes Place within the Halo Universe Before the First Game Takes Place. It will Generally surround The Master Chiefs Human Characteristics, with many action tones as well, so for you hard-core halo freaks out there, don't bash it because you think it makes the Chief a wooce to feel something, remember he is in fact a human, like you or me only made stronger. So I hope you all like it, Please read and review, also this is my first fanfic Ever in the actual sense, so i hope i am to par with the rest of you....
The Shadowed Gunslinger
He didn't have a choice anymore. Extract or destroy. The Spartan II he had grown up with, trained with, fought with, and lost to the enemy eight years ago, had appeared on a short range scan, found by a passing probe, and they sent the only man capable to retrieve Cassandra-150 or Cass as he called her, deep into covenant space, with orders to retrieve or destroy. The Covenant could not be allowed to learn the secrets of the Spartan program, it would mean death to the remaining Spartans, and massive losses to the UNSC forces combating Covenant armies all over the Milky Way.
Master Chief Spartan Class II John 117, was by all reasons the perfect weapon, and teamed with his Spartan counterparts, was unstoppable. Today he went alone. It was personal. He had known her in every way. They had known each other. Had it been allowed they would have married and stopped "working" years ago. It was not to be. When she disappeared from the field he had been grief-stricken, not only for the loss of an outstanding soldier, but for the loss of the only truly human thing he had ever known, since picking up a weapon, and sprinting across the battlefield into legend itself.
She had reminded him that he was still human. A man. More than that, he was a man people revered, respected, and all in all trusted with their lives, day in and day out. She reminded him that being a warrior, meant standing for something, and standing for something meant you protected it, and protecting meant caring, and caring makes you human.
He had loved her from that moment, and their joining went from pleasure and release to love, and them being together, after days of near death experiences, and watching friends and comrades fall in battle, they would lay together, and know that once more they could be together, and once more they were one day closer to the end of the war, one day closer the day they could always be together without worries or cares, what they might do with their lives.
He looked at the helmet in his hands. Scratched deeply from the near misses he had endured in the years past. He looked at his reflection in the golden visor, noticing the scars on his face, that she had always seen past. It had become his personification. He was known by it. UNSC Army green, the same he had been issued his first day on the field, many had gotten better, newer versions of the same armored helm he now turned in his hands, but he had always elected to keep his. The faded picture deep in the helmets hollow, showed him a memory of his "childhood" that he adored. He stood with Cass, next to several of the other Spartans he had "graduated" with after all the trainings and augmentations had been completed. He was 18 years old at the time. Cass stood next to him, her arm around his waist as a sentimental scientist had taken the picture of them separate from the others. They excelled in the art of war, and they had always been seen together.
He was interrupted from his thoughts by a UNSC soldier telling him it would be sixty seconds to the insertion point. He took one more long look at the picture plastered to the inside of the helm, and placed it on his head, and with a hiss of air, stabilized the environment inside his armored suit. He picked up his weapon, a standard issue UNSC assault rifle, and checked the ammo. Satisfied that the clip was full, he slammed it back into place with the heel of his hand, and slapped the bolt into place.
The Platform at the end of the drop-ship, named Foe-hammer, dropped giving a spectacular view of the ground below, and as soon as the ship was near the surface, he leaped to the dead planets dust blown visage, and watched the dust-off, before checking his surroundings.
He knew she was there, a beacon in her suit told him where. He moved forward slowly and soon found that he had company. A group of Covenant Elites, was approaching fast from directly in front of him. Smiling to himself he sprinted towards them at a speed no normal human was capable of, took aim, and fired.
