Disclaimer: Own Halo, I do not.

Warning: This fic isn't incredibly well written (let's just say I can do better). I'm in the middle of a severe sugar buzz right now, so don't hate too much. Please read this chapter, as it'll have you set up for the next. There will probably be only three at most. The next chapter(s) will be much better than this, as I will actually think about what I'm typing. Reviews as well as your time will be much appreciated. Also, this is chapter is stupid. But essential. Maybe.

Chapter 1: Nimori Nagase- The Most Annoying Person on the Ship

"Hey Chief!" The seven foot tall officer kept walking. "Chief! Wait up!" A young woman, probably not old enough to legally be in the UNSC, ran to catch up with him. He barely suppressed a groan of anguish as she matched his stride when she was by his side. However, he wasn't able to keep from shooting a quick glare at her. And she just happened to catch it.

"Well that's rude," she scolded childishly.

"Let me guess, you're sixteen," MC said coldly.

"No, I'm Nimori Nagase," she replied happily. John stared at her, genuinely confused at not only her stupidity, but also her positive attitude. Then he noticed how snug her pants fit around her hips and legs, and how much of her chest her open shirt showed off. She had a pretty face, with dark brown eyes and black hair that came down just below her shoulders, which was almost past regulation length.

"You... are an idiot," he stated simply.

"And you ... are a-" she cut off as she noticed him staring. "Are you checking me out?"

"See? Look at that. You just proved my point," he responded as he looked away. And hid his embarassment.

"Oh yeah, that's right. You Spartans were ... removed ...of any kind of sex drive right?" He glared at her. "That's okay, you're really not that attractive anyway."

"Do you have anything imortant to say?" MC asked calmly, covering his shock.

"Yeah, I wanted to find out if you were willing to spar with me," she said innocently, her enthusiam not in the slightest bit diminished. The Spartan burst out into hysterical laughter before he realized it.

A couple of minutes later, after deciding that he didn't want to laugh anymore, the MC straightened up and wiped the tears from his eyes.

"That's pretty funny," he said with some of his laughter still complicating his speech.

"I'm being serious," Nimori pouted. MC looked back over her 4'8" frame and almost started laughing again. "You're checking me out again." she whined.

"Fine. Get whatever weapons you want and whoever you want and we'll get this out of the way," he answered finally. She shrieked in delight and jumped up to throw her arms around his neck. After hanging for a couple of seconds, she dropped down and ran off down the hall.

"Crazy little kid," he muttered after being stunned at her childishness for a moment.

"Oh yeah! Hey Chief!" The Chief turned around, a death glare in his eyes and one eye twitching uncontrollably. "I forgot to tell you to wear your armor! You'll need it and besides, you're too pale to go without it!" He turned on his heel and strode away fuming.

'Haha! I finally get to see how good this guy really is!' Nimori thought to herself as she sprinted towards her best friend's quarters.

finallyNimori thought to herself as she sprinted towards her best friend's quarters.

"I get to fight Master Chief!" she shouted gleefully, earning her confused looks from the personnel in the halls. And the people that poked their heads out of their rooms.