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The Beginning of the End

Chapter One: Explanations and letters

A/N: I do not own Halo, Terminator (where I got most of the cyber ideas), or Cyborg 009 (more ideas). Read and review please.

Subject: Project MICEAAS

TO: Commander-in-Chief of the US Armed Forces, White House

From: General Robert J. Stacker

Date: Tuesday June 11th, 2553

2145123.32583-AJ84128F-2385889.35-352778929246164NMSF46GA-12

1000 Defense Pentagon
Washington, DC 20301

Lord Reynolds,

This message is to the regards of the MICEAAS program and its upcoming initiation. This program will require a human body, preferably a teenager. The body still needs to be growing because the augmentations for the body need 4 months to mature completely, and this process will be able to adhere to the body if the body is still growing. I am asking you advice on how I should go about picking the candidate. The overview of project MICEAAS is below.

Project 471-X49C.234 (MICEAAS)

Machine Intelligence Cybernetics Enhanced Armor Armaments Soldier

Cyber Enhancements:

Human:

Enhanced reflexes

Stronger Muscles

Better Memory

Slight precognition

Cybernetic/Machine:

Implanted AI (works in lieu with human brain matrix)

All body tissue and bone cells implanted with a special nano technological chip that automatically changes the cell to a molecule of a poly-mimetic alloy (which can take any shape)

Hands: Replaced totally by machine, can convert to any weapon in memory. Can adapt to new weapons. Infinite ammo. Limited power. Over fire can result in temporary weapon shutdown.

Feet: Jet jump boosters

Left Index finger: Converts to small nano-virus injector that can take control of any computer system.

Eyes: Upgraded to beyond perfect vision. Includes infrared, x-ray, UV, and Analyze modes.

Ears: Upgraded to beyond perfect. Example: Pin drop in a B-52 engine could be heard from ground level if listening hard enough.

Cons:

Antimatter Fuel Drive power output is limited. Over use of any weapon will result in automatic shutdown.

Unit Weight: 5 tons

In battle, the AI will override most human emotion. This could result in soldiers getting very afraid (tests on the limited life prototypes has shown this)

I need your reply soon, as the initiation procedures are scheduled for Friday June 14, 2553. Say hi to Elizabeth for me.

General Robert J. Stacker

ACTIONSEND

MESSAGE SENT

ACTIONSHUTDOWN

The General sat back in his office chair and sighed. This project better work, he thought. It won't be long before the Covenant regroup and attack earth again, and we needed to be ready.

"Sir?" answered the engineer on the other line. "We were just finishing up the last tests. No complications have arisen. We are preparing the molten cordite for Friday, as well as the injections. They will be ready by Thursday sir."

"Good. Try, get it all done ASAP. You and our team can go early today, as long as the AIs can handle the workload," Stacker replied.

"We have all AIs working double-time sir," the engineer answered. The phone clicked. Stacker gathered his things, including MICEAAS schematics, into his briefcase and turned out the light.

Subject: Project MICEAAS

TO: General Robert J. Stacker

From: Lord Patrick W. Reynolds

Date: Wednesday June 12th, 2553

2157253.32583-AG85238F-2385889.35-352778929246163HTSF46GA-25

General Stacker,

The project sounds like the answer we've been waiting for. Colonel Ackerson hinted that this project would surpass the SPARTAN-II project by a mile, and that seems to be an understatement. Not soon after I received your letter, he sent me one in regards to Operation: Halo and how project MICEAAS will tie into that, and about the UNSC Navy super-battleship, the UNSC Marathon. The whole operation sounds great to me, and I want to go public with this, except for one part: Subject selection. There is no way around a cruel extraction of a young civilian, seeing as though Colonel Ackerson cleared it up that you will need a teenager for this endeavor. The subject will lose his or her life, and I don't think the public will take kindly of the military "stealing" a minor, especially "stealing" one and putting him/her into a program with out their consent. I set up some server space on the Command Servers for a random search of all possible candidates here: Address 351.7246.247.62.57 Password: 358426542. Airlift extraction is available once a suitable candidate is found. I have sent a message to Colonel Ackerson in regards of the open chair on the ONI Section III Security Council, and if this project works, you have my recommendation.

Liz says hi, and hopes this message finds you in good health.

Sincerely,

Lord Patrick Reynolds, UNSC

Stacker read the message in the light of dawn, and by the end his emotions had changed from anxious and jittery to excited and happy. This project would propel him and Ackerson to the top; they'd go down in the history books. Stacker smirked and decided to find a candidate. He powered up his workstation and accessed the civilian ID server and started a random search of 15 year old males with and IQ of about 130-140. Names quickly flashed by the general's eyes, faster than his mind could read them. The grey selection box slowed, and soon it had stopped. The name was Parker, William. He was located outside of Chicago, Illinois. About a two hour round trip flight in a LDAF-Jet. He double clicked the name and a picture of a 15 year old boy popped up. He had untidy black hair, wild brown eyes, and he looked like a hacker, for the picture was one of him with an Alienware Area-51 602451 command laptop computer on his lap. William Parker was about to become one of the most powerful humans ever. Stacker picked up his phone and dialed the number for the hangar. He told the pilots to ready his plane. He hung up the phone and stood up. He stared at his office. It was pretty nondescript. It had white walls, a book case, a desk, a workstation, normal office crap. But the only thing in his office that was not standard issue was a photograph of Harvest being glassed. Stacker had only been a PFC at the time, stationed on Admiral Cole's carrier when the planet fell. But that was a different Covenant that destroyed that planet. The Elites, Hunters, and Grunts had left the Covenant, and now hungered for revenge against the Prophets and the Brutes. Their leader, the Arbiter, was at ONI Section III HQ in London having a cease fire negotiated.

"I never thought I'd see the day the Elites were fighting alongside the Marines," Stacker sighed, staring into the sunrise. He turned and left his office for the cryo bay and the project's HQ. The elevator doors were about to close when a hand came between the doors. The hand belonged to Colonel Ackerson, the other person in charge of the project, and a number of other projects Stacker thought to be a little "reckless".

"Where you headed?" he asked.

"Level B12," Stacker answered.

"Oh, checking the project. I need to talk to you, it's important," Ackerson said.

"In your office?" Stacker asked.

"Yeah, level 4," Ackerson answered. Stacker punched in level 4 and the elevator doors closed for the short 2 second ride down to level 4. They exited and Ackerson led Stacker to his office. Ackerson's office was much different than Stackers. The office was a mess, there were files pouring out of the filing cabinets, his workstation was covered in file folders and old water bottles. The pictures on the wall were Covenant autopsies and pictures of reverse engineering labs. The office looked like something out of a really weird horror movie. Ackerson pointed to a chair while sweeping garbage off his desk so he could see his commandboard. "Sit down. Do you want a drink?"

"No thanks, what is it you wanted to see me for?" Stacker asked.

"Well both of us know, if this project works the way you say it will, the seat on the security council is yours, and the project will work, I've looked at it myself, there are absolutely no problems that could arise. You need to be filled in on all of the projects you'd be dealing with, starting with mine, Project Halo." Ackerson started typing furiously on his commandboard and a hologram projector on the wall flickered to life. A 3D model of Halo appeared, and what looked like a DNA strand. There were also several sites on the Halo marked by a flashing circle.

"Project Halo. The main purpose is to scavenge and reverse engineer Forerunner technology found on the numerous Halo rings we have found in the galaxy, and also to utilize the Flood, a parasite found on all the rings, as a weapon against the Covenant. The one Halo we actually landed on was destroyed, and the Monitor of the Installation wasn't much help to us, and we lost many members of our team to the Flood. We were only able to grab enough technology to aid you and your team in Project MICEAAS. Project MICEAAS will help greatly in this project because of its immunity to the Flood and it great defensive and offensive power. He will be a great aid to the program." He tapped a couple keys on his commandboard and the hologram switched to the biggest ship Stacker had ever seen. "Which brings us to our next order of business, the UNSC Marathon. A super-battleship that incorporates all the technology we copied from the Forerunner, energy shields, plasma cannons, a hyper-advanced Slipspace drive, antimatter reactors, and the fastest engines you could imagine. The ship can almost go the speed of light in normal space, but due to the relativity theory, it cannot. This ship could single-handedly destroy an entire Covenant battle fleet. We have space fighters that aren't as maneuverable as this ship." Stacker looked at the ship; it had a sleek shape, large plasma cannons mounted on the tip of both the blood-red wings, along with the two antimatter drives. It looked so formidable, it made Stacker shiver. There was a high-pitched ringing and Stacker reached for his personal communicator (PC).

"Is it ready…alright I'll be right down," Stacker said. "I'm sorry, but I really must be going, Project MICEAAS is being initiated and I must be on the jet going to pick up the subject. Maybe we can continue this conversation when I have everything up and going."

"Yes, good luck with the project," Ackerson said. Stacker left and arrived at the hangar bay 5 minutes later. He saw his jet, the Eye of the Hawk, hovering a few feet of the ground and technicians bustling around the side cargo doors loading equipment in. Stacker took the helm at the co-pilots seat, the pilot sat down, and the jet rocketed out of the hangar toward Chicago…