In the years after the war, the UNSC needed less and less units, resulting in the letting-go of hundreds of troops. John117 was one of them...
The elite roared at him, it's energy sword blazing a bright blue. He drew his pistol and fired at the elites head. It's shields flicked, but held. He tossed his spent pistol aside, and grabbed a rocket launcher from the ground. He fired all his rockets, and killed the elite. But flood infection forms crawled out of the floor of the covenant hanger. They mutated the body and seconds later it was a full sized elite combat form. He ran away, a choice he rarely made. But the flood was faster, and caught up to him. He was tackled to the ground and he closed his eyes, while still struggling to break free. But it soon morphed into The Diadact, husband of Librarian. John was chained in electrocuffs, designed to inflict pain when the wearer struggled. The Diadact smiled a evil grin and clenched his left fist. That turned on a stereo system that was around the entire room. The cheif could make out the lyrics over the strangely enjoyable beat. "what is love, baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more..." mastercheif' s body started dancing involuntarily and the cuffs zapped him over and over. Now the cheif knew why they said 1990's music made a soldier a war machine. But the Diadact was dead, he realized. And why would he be playing this song? The Diadact slammed a giant teddy bear into his helmet and laughed. Chiefs shields dropped immediately and the beeping
John woke up sweating in his bed, his alarm clock beeping."I'm really being to hate these nightmares.". But he h had to hurry. Today was the first day of his new job. He was a teacher at Marshall middle school, a school in northern Virginia. He would be teaching 6th grade science, and would also be a homeroom teacher. Times were tough with all the decommissioned UNSC personnel looking for jobs also. He had been lucky to graduate community college with a teaching degree. Let alone get a job.
He dressed in a semi casual shirt and tie, and picked up his breifcace,and asked out his house. The UNSC had given small rewards to each staff they fired. Very lowest ranks had gotten small sums of cash around 100$, higher up officers had gotten larger rewards and dental insurance. Spartans had gotten smaller cash amounts but received bigger rewards. The Lamborghini sitting in his garage was one of them, along with this home.
He got in his Lamborghini and drove off into the morning. When he arrived at school he stepped out of his car and entered the front door. He checked in at the office and got his security pass. He walked through the halls to his room and set up his desk and prepared a lesson for his classes. It was 8:10AM when the first student arrived in homeroom. The 5'11 inch boy with glasses and combed up hair stumbled into class and tripped over a desk, dropping his stuff and landing on his back. " Sorryal about that mister..."He looked at his desk name. "...John sir." The cheif sighed and thought to himself."It's going to be a loooong year..." He thought as another klutz ran in through the doorway and hit himself fullspeed against John's desk. "A very long year..."
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