Reminiscent

by Hit by a Parked Car

A single SPARTAN-IV and his A.I. Companion is sent to an uncharted planet just recently detected by the UNSC. It's anyone's guess what they find down there. Though it's probably highly predictable. (( Probably going to be following the timeline of the RWBY show, though modified as I'm too lazy to follow it completely and exactly. )) Rated T for some violence and swearing, etc

1. Sort-Of-Like-A-Prologue

The UNSC Wraith, a Prowler-class vessel, slowly drifts closer to its destination. From the outside, it looks normal. However, on the inside... it's empty. Devoid of crew and life.

At least, until you take a look at the makeshift hangar bay. A single, unarmored SPARTAN-IV walks towards a heavily modified Pelican dropship, pushing a crate into the blood tray.

'Blood tray,' he muses. 'Accurate name. How many of the dying and the wounded were kept in there as they evacuated?' Pushing the crate was a laughably easy task, thinking of his time in the UNSC Infinity. Three marines had practically fallen asleep over a crate similar to this after pushing it to a loading bay.

Task finished, he jogs to the armory to suit up. As he passes some monitors and screens, they flicker to a simulated-3d image of a pale blue fire flaring. The SPARTAN quickly looks away from the screens, making a noise of disgust. The simulated depth of flat monitors always made him sick and dizzy after a while.

A disembodied voice reverbs off the walls of the armory, coming from the speakers. "Hello, SPARTAN. Your choice of armor today?" The SPARTAN sighs. Even the A.I. knew of his vanity issues. "Nothing special. Enforcer, Orbital. Helmet and armor, respectively. Dynasty VISR system. Pepper and just a generic dark shade of blue."

"Of course, sir. Please stand inside the rings for me to enable your vanity." "Shut up, Brez." The retort draws a deep chuckle from the A.I. as robotic arms slide to the ring on stands, holding the armor pieces over the ring as the SPARTAN walks to the center. The armor is put on in a heartbeat, the robotic arms having recieved an improvement to their speed in case of an emergency where SPARTAN-IVs required a quick suit-up.

The SPARTAN steps out of the ring and to a wall. A green light above the wall lights up and the wall rotates horizontally, revealing a large weapon rack, neatly divided from small arms to heavy weapons, with various upgrades. He immediately walks to the Battle Rifles and picks out a silenced variant with a Sentinel scope, then to the DMRs and picks out a seemingly plain one with a Sentinel scope as well, until the tip of the barrel lights up from the Kinetic Bolts (( I forgot what these were called again )) being activated. The SPARTAN grins at the sight, recalling how many opponents he distingerated with it during War Games. He tucks the DMR under his left arm and slings the BR on his back, then grabs a Projection Sight SMG, with the Energy Blade (( I also forgot what it was actually called )) deactivated, of course. Attaching that to his sidearm holster, he starts to head out, picking two fragmentation grenades along the way and clipping them to his belt. Back to the Pelican. As he leaves the armory, the wall light turns off and the wall flips back to a normal, well, wall.

As the SPARTAN arrives at the hangar, he wonders what exactly he'll find at the end of his mission. It's strange, even absurd when he's assigned a scouting mission. He's known to blow his cover in War Games for a free, stylish assassination kill at least once per match. The disembodied voice interrupts his thoughts. "Don't forget to take me with you. I run your scanning equipment, remember?" "Yeah, yeah." The SPARTAN walks over to a hologram projector and inserts an A.I. chip into it for a brief second, then plucks it back out, now having a pale blue glow as he inserts it into the port in his neck. He shivers as the feeling of Brez joining his thoughts flows through his body, though he shakes his head to clear it. "I seriously hate that," the SPARTAN remarks. "Strange how the techies haven't figured out why it does that." Brez chuckles inside his head. What a weird sensation. "And I wonder why you're even a SPARTAN, with all this in your head." "Shut. Uuuuuuup."

He slides into the pilot seat of the Pelican, pressing a button to close the bay door as other dials and switches are flipped and adjusted for takeoff. "Brez, cloak the Prowler when we exit the hangar, leave automatic maintenance running." "Got it. Want me to have the automated coffee maker running for your return?" The SPARTAN actually, for a legitimate moment, considers this. "That'd be nice. Thank you." "No problem. I wasn't actually serious, but alright." The Pelican rumbles as the engine comes to life, the landing gear is taken up, and the dropship slowly hovers out of the hangar and flies to the planet below the Prowler. As the Pelican departs, the UNSC Wraith vanishes from sight.