What Happens After
That was it. The war was over. No more fighting no more destruction. The Spartan II's didn't have a clue what this meant. All they had trained for lived for and died for. It was over. The Master Chief new he should be happy but he felt a hole in his gut. This wasn't how it was supposed to end.
Currently, the remaining Spartans where all on a transport. Heading to a state dinner. All the Elite leaders and Human Generals would be there to celebrate and the press. They didn't like it they fought and died. They did not pose. The armor hid any facial expressions but the body language of the squad spoke volumes. They where nervous and jittery. More so then any battle would have made them. "Squad attention." He said it quietly and with a slight amount of reproof on his voice. The others snapped to attention there shoulders slumped slightly from embarrassment.
"Sir what are our objectives?" Linda's voice was clear and sharp. Master Chief was at a loss and the others understood. There where no objectives no goals. No danger. "We are to mingle with civilians." He paused then gave what he considered an outburst. " I don't know. Command had not briefed us. We are going in without recon so to speak. At ease" The others relaxed. Fred shook his head.
"I never thought I would rather be fighting an entire armada." The others echoed his sentiment but the brief silence was broken as the ship began its approach. "Sir. We are on final approach better get ready." Master Chief reached for where a gun would be. And found it empty. He felt like crying for some reason. The other all felt the same. No guns no bullets. All that they had lost came crashing home. Their brother and sisters where gone. Killed destroyed. And they couldn't do anything to shake the memories. The ship gently coasted to a landing the doors opened and the last of the Spartan II's stepped out to chaos.
Reporters swarmed them. Cameras flashed microphones where pushed into there face plates questions came faster then a Warthogs turret on full auto. They waded through the crowd careful not to injure anyone. But the press of bodies was stifling. James nearly pushed a civilian how tried to grab him on his injured arm. Linda a sniper was beginning to look panicked not that any of the civilians picked it up. Kelly was claustrophobic and was also close to panic. Fred seemed angry. In a cold way. Will was frustrated. Master Chief felt overwhelmed. And his squad was close to the breaking point. He turned on his eternal speaker's full volume. "MOVE!" The news personal shrank back from the sound and the Spartans picked up the pace. A reporter stepped infront of them. Master Chief carefully lifted her with one hand and deposited the fearful human on the side. No more mikes came near them. The reporters had found some new targets. Commander Keyes and Sergeant Johnson had just arrived. They seemed much more used to this sort of thing. At least until one of the reporters asked. "Commander Keyes how do you feel about your fathers sacrifice." She stopped short and looked at the man with a gaze that made the Spartans hearts want to break. The newsman who's nametag showed him to be a Mr. Caman just looked at her expectantly. As one the Spartans moved through the crowd. Not bothering to step delicately. Protests where hushed as the five 7 foot tall warriors surrounded Sergeant Johnson and Keyes and moved off forming a physical barrier so no one saw the Commanders tears. The opened the doors to the gala and entered leaving the news people standing on the landing pad. Little did the civilians know how badly they had hurt the Commander.