Chp.1: Being An Opportunist: Part 1

I DON'T OWN ANYTHING!NOTHING! No halo characters, nor transformers, nothing, except my own character Parker-102 :) as well as Luke,Spartan-253 and Miles,Spartan-280

She's Mine! :) So Here WE GOOOO!

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"How many are there?"

"Seven...maybe eight Elites patrolling all around the perimeter of the base. Directly to your right is a sniper jackal...hmmmm, there's also a party of grunt's scattered around the top and bottom floor."

Late in the night on a planet named, Harvest, were three very well camouflaged figures, hiding in the tall grass on a high hill overlooking an enemy hideout. The two deep masculine voices were whispering so as to not be caught by the unsuspecting enemy. First one who had spoken was named Luke, Spartan 253, the sniper and tech expert of the three. Luke has medium dark brown hair and ice-blue eyes, he wore a higher class Recon armor, that was a light blue with gray color, with sharp, skinny, and fat, lines that ran from the top of the helmet to the beginning of the knee cap. Luke was trained in the Spartan-3 program.

The second one who had spoken was named Miles, Spartan 280, who was, like Luke, trained in the Spartan-3 program. He has black midnight medium length hair, a rough jaw, and deep green eyes, the colors that are so much like there present surroundings. He also had a small knife cut scar on his left cheek from a battle long ago, he wore ODST Battle Armor that was a deep green with dark blue skinny and fat lines running all along his armor.

Last but not least, was Parker, Spartan 102, the one who hadn't said anything, was trained in the Spartan-2 program at the age of 6 unwillingly, when the Spartan-3 program rolled around it was more like, adult volunteers than scared unwilling kids. At that Parker would scoff 'If only I had that much freedom'. Parker was never one for talking, she was most commonly described as silent, deadly, even considered hyper-lethal. Parker was in the same program as the Master Chief Petty Officer-John-117,so she had the same armor, the MJOLNIR Powered Assault Armor, with the colors of dark blue, gold and silver running along the helmet, the chest, and then finally fading toward the middle of the thighs, with a deep black base coat. Gold, blue and silver that were just lines running all over the body came together on the left shoulder to create a roaring dragon.

Being a Spartan-2 Parker was much taller than her two companions, regardless that she was a female. She had programmed her voice through her helmet to sound like a male's, which was not uncommon among female Spartan's though they all had different reason's for doing it. Parker always thought that if you initially heard a high squeally voice giving out command's, what's your immediate first impression? Though she didn't have a high voice at all she-mostly to her knowledge-had a normal slightly deep alto voice for a could never take back a first impression, so when on the battlefield, those short brief meetings can mean the difference between life and certain death. Her armor also didn't help in determining her gender, so because of all this, even her temporary teammates thought her male.

ONI had temporarily set her up with two other fellow Spartans, to help sweep out the covie's that we're becoming a more than the ODST's could handle. So their job was to sweep the enemy bases that we're becoming a little too close for comfort. This was to be their 5th enemy base sweep tonight, but it looked like just a small campout for the night.

Luke and Miles seemed to really hit it off in the short couple of weeks they had known each other. And they didn't seem to mind having Harper along, even though she didn't say much, they greatly respected her(they thought 'him') knowing what hell she went through her entire life becoming what she is, even if she 'he' appeared to have no face, and no real name, she had this aura about her that just commanded respect and seems to say ' I've seen thing's no one has seen', far be it for them to disrespect her.

So here they lay, flat on their stomach's, trying to blend it with their surroundings, three in a row, on a tall grassy hill.(from the left over) First on the left was Miles, who was currently looking through his scope to evaluate the base, then next was Harper, as she sat in the middle she got her own overlook of the enemy's on base, quickly formulating a plan, and then Luke, who was lastly on the right, was checking out the jackal sniper through his own Sniper Rifle.

Parker's P.O.V.

Eventually the silence was broken by Miles."...Are we all thinking the same thing?"

Of course they did. They didn't even need to say anything, Spartan 102 would take out the sniper, while Luke would stay up top and when the jackal was taken care off, would snipe the toughest and highest ranking Elite down to the less formidable looking one, while Miles would wait for when Luke would start shooting. While Luke was busy Miles would take out any opponents that Luke couldn't finish off when they went to find cover. The majority of the time 3 highly trained Spartan's shouldn't have any problems, especially since it wasn't like there was an enemy tank anywhere nearby.

We all nodded, and slowly, went into action. I knew they knew what to do, so putting them aside from my main focus at the moment I slowly, and quietly crawled backward on my stomach, seeing from the corner of my eyes Miles doing the same while Luke stayed put, hidden in the tall grass, sniper rifle loaded and ready. I knew that Luke more than likely had his crosshairs on his target, the toughest and highest ranking Elite's thick skull.

Making sure I was far back enough still on my stomach that they wouldn't see me if I crouched, I slowly got up and crouched/walked to the edge above the sniper as much as a Spartan could. I went past big boulders and some trees, using the enviroment's surroundings to my advantage. I ever so silently slid down the steep dirt, hoping I wouldn't knock down a big rock and give away my position, then again, if everything went to hell right here and now, I can always improvise. Thick armored feet hitting the hard metal floor of the second floor, I kept sneaking forward until I was directly behind the little alien. I pulled out my knife and with my right hand, yanked back hard on his back shoulder ridge, enough to send him reeling on his back to the ground and quickly went down on my left knee and with my left hand plunged my sickening sharp blade into his skull without a second thought.

'Going through the motions, I guess' I thought. I faintly registered the sound of a sniper shot slicing through the still air. Putting the blade into the holder on left side of my chest I quickly went back into the motion of carrying out the plan, already knowing that Luke was the one who-as soon as my blade came out of the jackal's skull-put a bullet in the back of his target's head.

DMR loaded and at ready, I sprinted to the doorway that would lead into the building. I stood just outside of the door and threw in a few frag grenades, hoping to scatter all the little bugger's around, running from the doorway, a few huge boom's rattled the ground , I simply picked them off one by one as they came out, grunts might stay in big party's, but they were surprisingly easy to scatter, soon they where all easily disposed of. I went in the building, gun reloaded and ready, and went down the winding stairway and the doorless entryway, before I could get there a wounded Elite came running in the doorway of the first floor of the building looking for shelter because his shield's were down-which I could be pretty sure that, that was Luke and Miles handiwork-I decided to finish him off while he was distracted, though only a few short burst from my DMR he was finished off, 'They must have gotten him pretty good'.

Taking a peek out the open doorway, I could see that many Elite's bodies we're scattered around. Bright and dark blue blood splattered the ground everywhere .Taking a step outside you could definitely tell the difference between Luke's work and Miles work. The corpses either had a bullet hole from the head or multiple bullet holes in the torso from an up close range, that's just there preferred types of combat. I tried to spot miles visually.

Suddenly hearing a Big echoing 'THUD', like the sound of something getting slammed against hard concrete. I followed the dull echoing sound toward the side of the building and suddenly took in the sight. There was Miles, being held up by an Elite, with a sword. 'Huh, you would think Luke would have picked him off huh?'

Miles gun, was found laying quiet a few feet away, guess the Elite had kicked it away. By looking at the Elite's body language , it seeming to gloat. At least in his own language- probably something about him killing the Spartan who had killed his comrades and him avenging him-while he was seemingly distracted, I decided to make my move. I simply walked up behind him, knowing he couldn't hear me over his own gloating voice, and decided how I was going to assassinate him. As I raised my knife above his big thick armored head the tables turned.

Suddenly he whirled around and hit me with his right forearm and I grunted in response as I flew through the air and hit the wall of the cliff.

Miles, falling down to the ground from the weight that was pinning him suddenly disappearing, landed on his knees, and looked up the same time I hit the hard unforgiving rock wall. Seeing that the Elite was distracted for a short time, he cursed and quickly looked for his gun.

After I hit the wall I slid down and landed on both my hands and knees. All the while cursing myself for being so careless and making a rookie mistake. I should have known that he would see my reflection in Miles's visor. Coming to the realization that I didn't have my DMR or my Shotgun on my person I heard heavy footsteps coming closer .Slowly looking up I saw the Elite come to a stop in front of me. He said something to me in his language, and raised his sword above his head.

Time seemed to slow, but then-

"Hey! You big freakin dinosaur!I Is your head in your ass? How could you just forget about me like that?! And I thought we were friends!"

Miles smirked, you could just tell by the sound of his voice, no need to see his face and determine that. He lifted his simple assault rifle, and I, knowing an opportunity when I see one, quickly unsheathed the only weapon I had on my person, my knife.' Oh how I loved my knife'. Me, always being the opportunist that I am, fast as lightning, shoved upward into the Elite's 'big dinosaur' head. He gasped and crumpled to the ground and fell on his back. Miles, taking his taking his sweet time walking over to us, casually walking toward the fallen enemy and pointed his gun at the Elite's head, and fired, putting him to rest, permanently.

"Huh, you know I could have taken him." He said playfully defensive.

I merely gave him a look through my helmet, though he seemed to understand through my body language. "Uh huh" I replied in a playfully doubtful voice, which I never did with anybody, but decided to relent and indulge him.

'Funny, it seemed that excited him that I jabbed back at him, too bad that it seemed to spur him on all the more' I thought wrly but with a sense of 'Im-tired-of-my-brother', affection. But then quickly scolded myself for almost getting attached.

Interrupting his nonstop chatter I said "Let's rondevu with Luke." We talked contacted over radio and all met up in the middle of the base outside. Suddenly Miles Playful attitude stopped and he became serious.

Taking off his helmet he went up to Luke, and said hotly "What tha hell Luke?! I thought you had our six?!"

Luke whipped off his helmet as soon as he heard the angry comment directed at him.

"Well I had my own problems to worry about! Thanks for asking! While you two were playing the 'rag doll' game with your little buddy over there, an Elite of my own snuck up behind me!"

Glancing briefly between the two of them, I turned on my heel crisply, heading for our own base. I replied in a steady deep (male) voice.

"If you ladies are going sit here and point fingers at each other all night, feel free to do so, but im heading back to base."

I knew that probably shocked them a bit, I usually wouldn't say anything them and would have walked away knowing that they would follow and bicker all the way back to our own small base. Though we were Spartans, we hit five bases today, and while ODST's had trouble taking out 2 relatively big ones, the one's we took out were mostly pretty big, we were lucky that the last one for the night was a small setup. We were Spartans, battle-hardened, machines trained for war, we weren't allowed to be tired, at least not in many people's book, mine included. 'We can't just sit around while more and more innocent people are slaughtered' I thought kind of resently. When the adrenaline in my system wore off I noticed for some strange reason I felt, weary, like I somehow knew that there was going to be a long, tiring journey ahead of me, strange huh?

Getting lost in my thought's I hadn't noticed when Miles and Luke fell into step beside me. When I stopped my weary rampant thought's I acknowledged the tense, kind of awkward atmosphere between us all, walking through Harvest's dense forest.

"*urhummm* Soooooo how long do we have to walk until we reach base?" Miles asked, hoping to lighten the mood.

Luke, I suppose, taking the unspoken offer replied "Actually the reason we had to hit the enemy base today was so mandatory because it was so close to our own, so ETA (Estimated Time Of Arrival) is about an hour and a half walk from now" (they couldn't get a ride from their base because the forest is to thick and a helicopter wouldn't be able to land them anywhere)

As expected, Miles would complain to Luke and Parker would stay quiet, listening to their jabs of camaraderie, she was actually sort of enjoying listening to them, she-No! she definitely wouldn't go there, she would not get attached, she couldn't allow it, she had already made the mistake of allowing herself a partner long ago, huh, and look how that turned out.( will in the future tell you about her partner ohohho :) be patient)

Anyways, she already accidently allowed herself to get cozy with her AI , Demetri, he would usually chat with her, but he was being strangely quiet today, maybe he was recharging, he had to do that now and again ,he was not perfect after all. She decided to thoughts drift for a while.

My attention was pulled away again from my thoughts.

"...Sooooo, did you watch the new episode?" Miles asked excited.

"yah I did, go Red's!" Wow, whatever they were talking about Luke was excited.

"Fuck that, the Red's suck!" And then they went at it again.

I just shook my head, 'Men'. We were almost to th-'BOOM' a loud explosion was heard that it shook the our senses, we ran the edge of the tree line...and...and just stared in shock...ou-our base was...pieces of our base was on fire laying on the ground and what was left of our building was on fire! Covenant were all over the perimeter looking for survivors and if finding any killed them!

The smell of dead bodies was overwhelming, it made my eyes tear and I had to resist the urge to cover my nose. Debris was raining down everywhere as well. Miles and Luke were in shock as well, the covies decided to pay us back.

'Oh how we would make them pay.' Was my last thought as I snapped into action.