HELLO READERS! I bring to you a HALO story.

Now this little bunny was hopping around and I decided to allow it to nibble on my garden. I have a few of these chapters for this story done, but I am still going over them as they still have grammatical errors-according to my brother...

I am also a very avid Halo gamer. The first Halo is my fav, followed by Reach, then Halo 4. XD

Anyways, aside form my little fangirling squeal, onward!

R&R!

Disclaimer: I own the story plot not Halo or anything belonging to Bungie, 343, etc.

PROLOGUE

2245 Hours, November 16, 2557 (Military Calender)

Dr. Catherine Halsey sat rigidly within the chair her temporary room had. She had undergone many interrogations the past several months and she was under constant observation, but now, Dr. Halsey was away from her cage. The spooks had kindly allowed her to say final words to those she summoned to her room before they would take her away.

It was that reason why she was nervous and unkempt. The woman was a mess, both emotionally and physically. Her once-combed hair was crinkled and the ends were split, her normally well-pressed clothes were wrinkled. The woman's fingers tapped the arm rest impatiently, checking the digital clock on the wall.

He was late–

Dr. Halsey almost jumped as the door was rapped twice.

"Come in." she said.

The man in MJOLNIR armor strode through once he palmed open the door, his familiar green-plated armor gleamed harshly under the florescent lighting. John was wearing his helmet, which was common for most eyes, and his head turned in the direction of the woman he had known his entire life.

"You wanted to speak to me, ma'am?" he asked as he drew himself closer to Dr. Halsey.

She stood up, almost hesitating as she took small steps towards him. She spoke delicately, "John," the SPARTAN waited. Dr. Halsey allowed a pregnant pause before opening her mouth to speak again, "to put things blunt, Chief, ONI no longer needs me and my services."

The Chief tilted his head slightly, a well-known signal for Dr. Halsey to further elaborate.

"The superiors at ONI intend to put me to sleep. For good." she watched him become rigid, his armor plating tightening, "They claim that my service is finished and because I have, I quote, "seen too much," within the next twenty-four hours, the Chief Medical Officer will give me the injection."

John stepped back, "They can't do that." he immediately stated with a firm voice, "I will not allow that to happen."

Dr. Halsey gave a small smile, but it soon became wiped away. She closed their space only slightly as she took a stride forward, "Listen to me, Chief. There is nothing that can be done. I do not want to walk up to the spooks and slaughter them; there is something much too serious happening. Now, promise me you will do something for me."

The man gave a hesitant nod, "What do you need?"

Dr. Halsey took a closer step, almost whispering as if the people outside were to here. Such fools they were, leaving the woman with details in an unsecured room, "ONI intends to terminate the SPARTAN Program and integrate those left into normal human society. You and I know that will not end well." she slid her hand into her pants pocket briefly, removing a data chip from within. Her old hand touched one of John's armored ones and delicately slipped it into his matte palm. "When you leave, immediately dock off and go to these coordinates. You will find other SPARTANs from the other Armed Forces: Marines, Army, and Air Force. I have a message that must be relayed when you gather everyone. There are instructions for you as well."

"I had thought that I was the last SPARTAN within the program." underneath his helmet, he gave the woman an ever confused look. Too much information was being fed to him and he was choking.

Dr. Halsey smiled softly as she touched the side of his helmet, "You are the last SPARTAN within the Navy program in this current location. There are more of you out there, John."

Again, her smile faded.

"You must follow those instructions, John. The existence of the SPARTANs depends on it. You and the rest are not made to be integrated into the human life without a fight, without a war. The percent of a SPARTAN committing suicide is greater than the percent he will integrate into society." she said firmly, gripping the armored hand that held the chip with as much force as she could. It was barely a squeeze. Her old and worn eyes peered into his visor, looking past her own reflection, "All of my work, must not be in vain."

The Chief flexed his hand a fraction, keeping mind her hand was frail. He spoke after a small pause, "I assure you, Dr. Halsey, none of it will be."

"Good."

The woman allowed herself to wrap her arms around John's waist in one heart-felt hug, surprising the SPARTAN. He could only remain still as she laid her head against his chestplating, "Dr. Halsey?"

"I've seen you grow into the man that you are, John." she said quietly and the man felt shivers run up his spine, "Such a fine man that I have created. You have never ceased to amaze me ever since you were a child. Remember me."

John could not express any tears-he found no use for them, but his blood-pumping muscle ached. He slowly-carefully-wrapped his arms around the old woman, "I will remember you."

They remained that way until Dr. Halsey pushed back, wiping away small tears that threatened to spill out of the corners of her eyes.

"Go forth, John. You know what you must do."

The Chief nodded.

He pivoted around and John did not look back.

He never saw her again.

Now, I realize this is quite short, but note that this is a prologue. I promise to give the chapters more length in the future.