author's note: Hey guys, look, a new story. yes for those who are wondering, i am not currently continuing the Trooper in the Wastes story. that does not mean that i'm not planning on finishing it. ive found ou the hard way that writing a crossover as your first story may be ambitious, but leaves you with something very shit. however, this being a new story and purely Halo, i feel i wont come across the same issues. i hope everyone enjoys the read. and remember the calling of the magic button at the bottom. pressing it and leaving a review makes chapters magically appear...
August 18, 2012(AEST)/
Sydney, Earth, SOL
Eric was finishing his practice with the blades his father bought him for his birthday a few years ago. They were somewhat reminiscent of Katanas, though only two feet long. He held one in each hand, spinning around in a flurry of twirls.
"You'll never be good until you learn to control yourself, Eric", his mentor stated
"Yes Sensei" Eric replied
He put his hands together, knuckles making impact, blades pointed upwards. He breathed slowly, calming his nerves. Moving into his kata's starting stance, he exhaled a sigh of concentration. He moved through the kata slowly, much more slowly than it was originally intended to be.
"To engage kata slowly takes more skill, young one. Remember this and you shall succeed" Eric remembered his mentor state. His movements were becoming smoother and more fluent. Looking on, his mentor sat proud that in only two and a half years; he'd managed to discipline a child of such hyperactivity, into the young worrier before him.
Eric spun slowly on one foot, crossing his arms. After the 180 degree turn, he lunged forward, bringing his blades out in a forward slashing cross.
"Well done, Eric. But you moved too quickly towards the end. Remember to control yourself, or you shan't become a disciplined warrior" his Sensei bellowed from a distance
"Yes sensei" Eric replied
"You are finished for the day, you are dismissed"
Eric silently cheered. It was always annoying when his sensei decided he needed more self-restraint. He sheathed his blades and put them in his duffel bag with his polishing stones and his normal clothes. He didn't feel like changing out of his uniform. It was around 10pm so no one he knew would probably be out.
He left the dojo with a respectful bow to his sensei, and walked down the street towards his apartment. Being 15, Eric still lived with his parents. He had an Xbox 360 at home just waiting to be played. He was recently honing his skills in Halo: Reach, in perpetration of Halo 4, which was due to come out in a month or so. He was looking forward to playing some more, so he decided to take a short cut through an alley.
The alley was dark, wet, smelled like shit and was a bad idea. But Eric is the type of person to finish something he started, and continued through the alley. He looked down to make sure he didn't step into a puddle. Looking back up, he noticed a person walking towards him.
'He must just be walking through the alley as well" Eric thought
He continued through the alley, approaching the man when he noticed the man's hand go into his jacket and pull something out. The man raised the object and a white beam shot out, enveloping Eric.
The world was white for a few seconds and Eric closed his eyes. He felt the ground come back to his feet and heard a voice
"What's this?"
Eric lowered his arms and opened his eyes just in time to dodge someone attempting to tackle him. Looking up he saw an old man in a lab coat and around 400 people seemingly his age, but extremely tall and muscular.
"Halt! What are you doing here?" the old man said, just as Eric was about to run.
"I-I'm not sure, where is here?" Eric asked
"That information is classified young man. Now you're going to answer a few questions or I might have to kill you" the old man stated
"Ok then, ask away", Eric replied. No point in risking your life over something you don't understand.
"Not here boy, you will follow me" the old man ordered, "Spartans, DISSMISSED!"
'Did he just call them Spartans?' Eric thought as the old man motioned for him to follow, which he did.
They walked through the several hallways coming to a room with a large metal door. A sign next to it said 'Interrogation A-4'. Entering, he saw a table with a chair on either side of it; a mirror took up most of one wall. Eric knew exactly what was about to happen and sat in the chair opposite the mirror, the old man sat in the other chair in front of him.
"Ok, my name is Colonel Ackerson, I'll be conducting this interview today" the old man stated
"The Colonel Ackerson? The scientist with the grudge against Hasley's Spartans?" Eric asked, astonished.
This didn't sit well with the Colonel, "WHAT! You dare accuse me of this?"
The Colonel started going off his head when a man in military fatigues walked in.
"SIT DOWN ACKERSON!" yelled the newcomer
"You, general, should not be here" Ackerson replied
"I am here. That must mean I should be. You are relieved of this interrogation, and as of this moment its mine"
"You will not here the end of this, general" Ackerson said through gritted teeth
"Leave now" the general said, Ackerson leaving shortly after, slamming the door closed after him
"Sorry about him, he's just a little hot headed" the general assured
"Ok, I'm still confused as to what is going on" Eric stated
"That's fine, I do, however, have to ask how you knew that information. It's classified beyond belief" the general told Eric
"What do you mean classified? It's in a video game series" Eric explained
"Ok, that's weird. We've had a case similar to yours before. A man appeared inside a ship and claimed that everything he saw was from a game called 'Halo'. Does this ring any bells?" the general asked
"Uh yeah. Fuck. Have you ever heard of the multiverse theory?" Eric asked
"Well, that was my thoughts exactly. But ONI may want to talk to you. Let's not let that happen. How would you like to be part of the UNSC?" the General asked
"Well, to be honest, I don't know. I'm only 15. Isn't there a law against that?" Eric asked
"Well we could formulate a false background and say your 19. This would evade ONI's thoughts of you"
"Alright then, sounds good. So now what?" Eric asked
"First things first. I'm going to need a blood sample, to stick you in the database" the general stated
"Ok fine"
Several hours later
Eric was lying on his arms, which were crossed on the table. He never thought that if he were to travel through Universes and end up in Halo, that he'd spend the majority of the time lying on a metal table.
The general returned to the room with a smile on his face.
"What happening, sir?" Eric asked
"Nice, already in character. But I have some news. How would you like to become a Spartan III?" the general asked
Eric sat in shock. Was this general seriously asking him to become one of the heroes of the UNSC?
"Yes, sir, that would be awesome" Eric replied, but something troubled him. "Sir, don't I need specific genetic requirements?"
"Yes. Lucky for you, you have all of them. Welcome to Alpha Company" the general said, holding out his hand.
"Thank you sir" Eric replied, shaking the general's hand
"You will be going into the augmentation procedure now. We assumed you'd say yes, who wouldn't?"
"Too true sir"
"One last thing. Because you are older than the other Spartans, the augmentations will affect you more. You're in for a lot of pain. But you'll be the strongest Spartan III out there" the general stated