Flamers will be shot. Survivors will be shot again. Survivors of the 2nd shot will be devoured by xenomorphs
Nick Fury: NARUTO SON OF ARTEMIS does not own anything. So shut the fuck up.
The ARMOR Team
Finally, after so long, he could get a good, long rest. No Flood. No Covenant. No Insurrectionists. Just a Cryo Pod and him studying the inside of his eyelids with the comfort that so many Spartans, so many of his friends, his brothers and sisters, had not died in vain. He could hear Arbiter snoring in the pod beside him and decided to get as much sleep as he could before the next unexpected crisis that he would no doubt be dragged into.
"Wake us up when you need us, Cortana." He said as he drifted off into a dream.
"CHIEF!" He awoke to the sound of her screaming into his ear. He got up out of the Cryo Pod only to come face-to-face with Arbiter, who was already in full armor with weapons in hand.
"Quickly, Spartan. We haven't a moment to lose. A vessel approaches and we must be ready for any unwanted guests." He heard Arbiter say as an MA5B assault rifle was thrust into his chest and an energy sword and 2 M7 SMGs were attached to his legs via Arbiter's team of elite Sangheili warriors. He was suddenly spun around and felt the shotgun he had fallen asleep with being attached to his back.
If Master Chief could say one thing about this team, it that they always took a potential battle as seriously as a Spartan. He ran up to the bridge of the ship, Arbiter and his team hot on his heels. He gazed out into the blackness of space and barely spotted it. It was huge, dwarfing the cruiser in size alone. Oddly enough, it was shaped like an isosceles triangle with what looked like a city in the center, ruling out any chances that it was UNSC, but also ruling out the Covenant or Flood. He doubted that the Insurrectionists could have advanced this far, so they were out. He had no idea what it was, but what he did know was that it was getting closer.
"Wouldn't it be smart if we put full power to the engine and went into slipspace? We don't know who or what we are dealing with here." He suggested.
"Cortana already tried that. That… ship… is producing some form of magnetic-gravitational pull. We can't escape. We can only prepare for the coming battle." Arbiter said as he checked his plasma rifles.
As they approached the side of the strange ship, he spotted what looked like gun turrets trained on the ship, as if expecting them to pull a fast one. He hastily plugged Cortana into his helmet and brought the shotgun up to the firing position. He, Arbiter, and the others moved towards where Cortana predicted that any intruders would most likely come through, locking down all other entrances to the ship. They finally reached the access point when they felt the ship lurch, most likely docking. As they prepared for the hatch to open, a voice came over the intercom of the ship.
"That will not be necessary. We mean you no harm." The voice said. It reminded Master Chief of a stereotypical English butler. Cortana's reaction, however, was a little more panicked.
"He's breaking into the ship's security system. Whoever made this AI must have as brilliant of a mind as Dr. Halsey." She said, her voice strained as though she were wrestling an attacker to the ground.
"Damn." That was the only word that came out of Arbiter's mouth before the hatch opened. The man that came through the door, however, stopped anymore words from being spoken.
Dressed in a full black leather suit, complete with a black cape and a strange helmet connected to what looked like a voicebox, the man walked in, giving off an aura of power with every steady, mechanized breath he took. Following him were men dressed in shiny white armor, each sweeping the area, but skipping over the Spartan and Sangheili warriors.
"Who are you people?" Master Chief managed to grunt out as the man in black looked towards him.
"You have been selected." Was all that the man said, motioning for them to follow him. The men in white armor talked amongst themselves with Australian accents as they filed out with Master Chief, Arbiter, and the others brought up the rear.
All that they could do was gape as they followed the man in black. The inside of the ship was impeccable. Even with his trained eye, Master Chief could not find a single speck of filth. These people were obviously as advanced as the ForeRunners, but they were simply not used to cleanliness of this magnitude. Usually, even a covenant or UNSC ship had a little grime somewhere. It actually set the group of weary warriors on edge for some reason.
Finally, the man in black stopped in front of a door guarded by more men in white armor. They stepped aside and let the group in. Master Chief was greeted with the site of a conference room with all but 5 empty seats, 3 of which quickly became occupied by the man in black and 2 of what Master Chief assumed to be higher ranking men in white armor. Master Chief quickly took in the other occupants of the other seats.
The first one he noticed wore orange armor with a red helmet and a turquoise… cannon was the best way to describe the weapon attached to the wearer's arm.
Next were 2 people wearing almost identical armor, one colored hot-rod red and gold, the other colored dull silver and space grey. The more colorful armor was obviously built more for speed and maneuverability, possibly even flight. The grey one was more obviously built for all out combat, sieges, heavy duty missions.
Continuing, he saw a stereotypical biker type with the build of a marine. He was garbed in a black leather jacket, black jeans, a black t-shirt, and a pair of sunglasses. He didn't seem very special at all.
Moving on, his eyes fell on a humanoid alien. He definitely knew that humans didn't have such huge foreheads, nor was that a normal skin pigmentation for a human. It wore a mask made to resemble an animal's face with a T-shaped glyph either carved or burned into the mask's forehead. It looked at the newcomers and nodded a greeting, The strange mini-cannons attached on its shoulders following the masks line of sight.
"You gonna keep staring, Chief, or are ya gonna take a damn seat." Came a voice that sounded so familiar to the Spartan. Following the voice, his eyes finally rested on the man that had first encountered the covenant. Sergeant Major Avery Johnson. Seated next to him was the only marine to have killed an arbiter, having killed the previous arbiter with his own energy sword. Also reported KIA after destroying any hopes of the covenant amassing a ForeRunner Fleet with a Slipspace drive in the sun of an unnamed planet, Master Chief had heard of the man's bravery from Red team. Sergeant John Forge. He was so absorbed in watching the 2 legendary marines that he barely noticed the african-american sitting next to them with mechanical arms.
Seated next to them was a man he had heard of only in the history classes of the Spartan training camp. The first Super Soldier, the inspiration for the Spartan program. Captain Steve Rogers AKA Captain America. 3 legends thought to be dead. Yep, he was batting a thousand today.
After them were… a kid and a walking old school TV set? He shook his head as he and Arbiter took their seats, wondering just what the fuck they had been selected for. The head of the table had the high chair turned to look out the wall-window of the room, so asking him or her was probably not a good idea and the others seemed to know about as much as he did.
"Finally, everyone has arrived. Let's get this show on the road then. You have all been carefully selected. Selected to become part of a team." They all heard whom they assumed the head was speak. Finally, the chair spun around to reveal a young man with a nearly shaved head, grey eyes, and a diminishing amount of pimples. Dressed in a grey shirt and faded blue jeans, he may not have looked like much, but he somehow gave off the authority of the most powerful leaders ever known. It was like George Washington, Queen Isabella, and Alexander the Great all rolled into one. But what he said next would change everything.
"Welcome to the Advanced Recon Mechanical Ordinance Response team. The ARMOR team."
Alright. that's a wrap. anyone that can name all of the unnamed characters will get a cookie. I can tell you now that it will be very hard. Anyway, this is an idea that has been bugging me for the last 6 months. Now I can finish my updates. They're coming people. Until next time, BELIEVE IT!
