I do not own Halo, I am not making profit off of this story (though how cool would it be if it was chosen for a new Halo book by Bungie?) Anyway. Please read and enjoy, post any questions or criticism in review and I will answer.

0700 HOURS, JULY 23, 2602 (MILITARY CALENDAR)

EARTH, FORT ACKERSON, ONI UNDERGROUND BASE

"It is a suicide mission to send a single man into Brute controlled space. Let alone the Brute home world." Admiral Philips said as he followed Colonel James Ackerson Jr. down the cold and damp hallway of the Fort Ackerson Cell Block. Admiral Philips had been asked to come by Colonel Ackerson after being contacted by the Elite controlled force now called the Republic by human forces. Philips was an aging man, in his mid forties with salt and peppered hair and wise brown eyes. The white dress suit he wore was decorated with medals from various conflicts during the Brute war which had started the day The Ark was destroyed. The sides were drawn when the Separatists and Loyal Grunts and Hunters took their positions. The Brute force greatly outnumbered the Elite force and the Republics new allies, the UNSC had come to its aides but could only provide a small portion of their fleet as civil war had once again struck the Human race as they once again began to expand their colonies outwards.

"No it is only a suicide mission if you send someone who is afraid to die. The Spartan IV program was the most rigorous program to date. There were 100 possible candidates. The reason the pool was so small was because of a single genetic trait we wished for all of them to have, resistance to the Flood. Much like the famous Sergeant Avery Johnson, but Johnson got his immunity due to exposure to radiation, but scientist soon found that there were genetic traits in some humans that also emitted similar effects. One hundred children became our pool of possible candidates. Fifty of them died during the augmentation. Another 49 died during final training. The last one was Spartan-D13, Fredrick Hyson, picked up on Earth at the age of six. He was an orphan, parents left during the second exodus to find the remaining Halos after it was shown they were habitable planets no matter how dangerous they were. They left him as a child in the care of a family on Earth. He was picked up on by a scout passing through the area and after a blood test it was shown he had the necessary qualities to become part of the project. Here we are twenty years later." Ackerson put his eye to a biometric check station and placed his hand on a panel. The confirmation light blinked green and a foot thick door slid open to a viewing room.

A two way mirror split the room from a larger room where a bed was bolted and chained down and a sink was sunk into the wall. In the center of the room sitting was a man who was pasty white from lack of sunlight and had beyond regulation length black hair. He was wearing a form fitting white one piece that showed a rippling muscular form. Even though the man was sitting down it was easy to tell he was close to seven feet tall.

"Spartan-XIV, the last surviving member of the Spartan IV project. He is mentally unstable from seeing the loss of his entire company. He was the designated leader and easily the best. This combined with his unstable condition made him extremely deadly. He is unusable in any squad operation or any operation that will give him the ability to escape as that is exactly what he will do. A suicide mission is the perfect mission for him." Ackerson said grimly as the man in the room lifted his head and turned cold grey eyes toward the two-way mirror.

"Ackerson.. Spying is not a nice thing to do.." The voice traveled across the speakers in the room which was heavily monitored. "There is someone with you.. I can almost hear his breathing." The Spartan said before standing.

Ackerson pushed a button on a console. "Don't be absurd, you can't hear anything in this room and you know it. Now shut up and I might let you out of your hole." Ackerson disengaged the talk button and turned to Philips. "He does not take order well and has been a nuisance ever since he got here. This mission is perfect for a renegade like him."

"Alright… This is on your head Ackerson. If he causes any more harm than needs to be done or comes back here it is going to be your ass on the line not mine." Philips and turned to leave the room his face full of worry. Ackerson frowned after the man before turning back to stare through the mirror at Spartan-X, he engaged the talk button again and sighed heavily.

"I have a mission for you Fredrick. One of utmost importance… The Elites have sent us an image of a new ship being designed by the Brute forces. The ship is larger than the historical space city known as High Charity. Its shielding has been doubled and its capacity for destruction great. It isn't as elegant as the Elite cruisers but by what the spies have gathered in the field of battle with a fleet of ships it has the capability to destroy planets. Not just glass them but obliterate them. It is said that the Brutes already have a database of non-religious sites marked for destruction. Now they are asking for help, a diversion for them to send in the capital fleet to take on the ship. A diversion that will have eyes and ears all facing the surface not space. That is where you come in. You will be given your new MJOLNIR Mk VIII armor and sent in using a Slipspace Orbital Drop Pod. You will be on your own until the Elite fleet arrives. You are Operation Divert in its entirety. Good luck Fredrick…" Ackerson said before disengaging the talk button. The Spartan had remained motionless and wordless for the entire thing and Ackerson knew he was processing the information and thinking it over already planning for a mission that he had yet to get the full details on. Ackerson smiled slightly, "Good bye Fredrick… Maybe I'll see you someday again."

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