AN: Blade here! All right, this is the story version. If you wanna see the perverted version check out Plated Wasters.

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Enzo-D407's POV

Life. That was all I was thinking of. I had crash landed with a deserted ship on an unknown planet. The UNSC Death of Misery lay in shambles around me. Ironically enough, it had absorbed the full force, but at a cost. A huge portion of the aft had been torn apart and everything was a chain explosion. So here I lay, waiting for the flames to calm.

"Dannazione," I cursed, looking around the remains of the ship. It was a miracle and a mishap all at the same time. The Covenant had been attacking this ship and they were going to launch a slipspace bomb. I had evacuated the already-small crew of the ship, but I had gotten out too late.

I eventually decided to go through my inventory. Being a SPARTAN, I always kept at least one weapon nearby. My DMR, though, was broken during the impact (I fell on it) and I was pretty sure that the second armory had a dozen DMRs and quadruple as many mags.

I navigated the torn halls, having to redirect my path several times due to debris and flames. My heavy metal boots thunked against the barren Grade-A titanium floors (and sometimes walls) on my way to the armory. Once I reached it, there was a slight obstacle. The doors had been crushed together, making it nearly irreversible to separate. Of course, I was a SPARTAN, and this wasn't much trouble since there were some convenient hand holds to grip.

Once I got in the armory, I was relieved to see that the most damage was just a couple broken ARs and BRs. There were plenty other guns to choose from. I decided to go with a DMR, a sniper, and plasma blade attachment that I had done in my spare time.

Unlike most of the other Delta Company SPARTANs, I was more of an engineer than a fighter. When I was young, I was always tinkering with something. By far, the plasma blade had been the easiest. All I had to do was take a functioning energy sword from a dead elite, reverse-engineer it, and mold the blade and plasma to fit into a sort of projector that goes under my forearm (basically a plasma Assasin's Creed hidden blade). I only had the materials to make one, so I slid it into the slot under my left forearm.

Unlike my SPARTAN-III successors, a highly-respected UNSC scientist Oliver Barch had created Delta company. So far, I counted him better than Dr. Halsey or Ackerson. He was a man in his late fifties, balding hair and a stereotype-wizard beard that reached down to the top of his stomach. He was kind, meticulous, and authoritative.

I let the mag from the DMR drop, as it had half its ammo gone for some unknown reason. I then slammed in another mag and put it on my back. I put at least 10 other mags in my utility storage and another 10 for my modified sniper, able to take 12 bullets in each mag.

I checked my suit for any type of breach. Zip. Once I was sure there wasn't in pressure leak, I walked out of the armory and to the mess. It took a large portion of the brunt. The whole back wall was replaced with an orange-brown stone wall. It was also tilted slightly, making it all but easier. I managed to stumble over to where the MREs were stored and took at least 25, stuffing it all in my utility. Something told me I'd need them.

I then managed to find my way to the closest cargo bay. Sadly, that was the place where a lot of the damage occurred. Three warthogs, five scorpions, two mongooses, and one pelican were all destroyed and worthless. Thankfully, a GAUSS hog, a pelican, and a mongoose stayed well-kept and were in working condition. The pelican had a bit of the wing torn, but I could easily fix it since it was more just a matter of repairing it than actually making a whole new wing. Doing that would've been a bit more of a challenge since the room that took the worse beating was the place where all the materials to fix things were fabricated. The whole damn room was crushed like a tin can.

I scrounged around, quickly finding a blow torch and some spare metal. I took the metal and molded it into the shape of the gap in the wing, fit it in, then blowtorched it so it would stay in place. Thankfully, it did, and I managed to get the pelican online after a tiny bit of hotwiring.

I then got the GAUSS hog hooked up to the pelican's back and drove the mongoose into the pelican's bay. This pelican wasn't really a troop one. It was more for delivering heavy artillery and supplies, more than anything. That meant that there were straps at the bottom of the floor to tie down any small vehicle. A mongoose fit that description perfectly.

I yawned, a feeling of exhausting coming over me. I hadn't slept in a month. I wanted to explore, but… I could take a nap first, couldn't I?