ASTEROID BELT, 2525, INSURRECTIONIST HQ...

"Blue team, might I remind you that there is a 1 hour time limit. Get yo' asses into GEAR! Mendez out." And with that, blue team's briefing was over, and darkness settled in the pelican cargo bay.

John decided to break the silence. "Our target is a high value asset to the innies. He was a former governor to the Eridanus system, therefore, he must be silenced." The intercom crackled to life "ETA in 5" Red lights floods the room. The Spartans exchange nervous glances. "3" The hissing of the soldiers helmets' airlocks kicking in. "2." We were made for this John thought. "1, MARK"

The pelicans' ramp opens, and the Spartans are sucked into deep space.

EARTH, 2013, WEST GEORGIA CORRECTIONAL FACILITY

"That ones name is nick." Lizzie says happily to the congregation of kids. It is a hot summer day, and the prison is bustling with life, despite the world's current condition.

Children playing in the yard, Glenn and Maggie killing walkers against the fence, Rick tilling the fields. Life was better than good for the new occupants at the settlement. Walkers just a distant problem. Now, walkers are the least of their worries.

Hungry eyes peer from afar at the place. "Whens the attack, man?" a woodbury Soldier asks greedily. "Soon." The Governor says.

APPROACHING LARGE ASTEROID

John, Sam, Kelly and Linda float at alarming speeds towards a giant rock in deep space. "John, how is this hunk of rock the innies base?" Samuel asks, sounding a little whinny. "That's not our concern. it's theirs, because they are about to find our that the UNSC will not be taken down easily!"

a series of exited woops from the other Spartans rang through the com channel. A docking bay appeared as the rock rotated to face them. No security, no vessels, nothing, something wasn't sitting right in John's mind. "Always trust your guts, because if you don't, one day they might get blown right out of you." Kurt use to say. It was probably nothing, and John wasn't about to abort his first mission.

Blue team lands, and they move out, MA5Bs in hand. They move into the complex. John makes hand signals, and the Spartans spring into action, checking corners, sifting through crates, and taking great precaution as to not making any noise. The Spartans were practically invisible, melting into the shadows, making less sound than dust mote gliding through the air. Perfect form.

"THE PRISON"

Blood spatters onto Glenn's face. "12" he counts. Looking around and seeing no more geeks, he decides to head inside. Today's lunch was pulled pork. A Simple, but delicious meal. People sat around, eating greedily.

INSIDE INNIE HQ

The Spartans move carefully through the system of cargo and fuel tanks until the reach a large, remotely opened steel door. "Linda, get it open." John says. "Already on it"

John gets a PM requesting to open a private com channel with him, and accepts it. "This entire mission didn't feel right, but now something is really wrong." Samuel says. "I know. I haven't seen 1 person here." "Alright, just wanted to make sure it wasn't just me that is a little paranoid."

And with that, John was alone in his helmet again.

"Got it!" Linda says proudly. The steel door hisses open slowly, revealing what John and Sam were afraid of. A 100 megaton tactical nuke was jammed into a room full of ammunition and other explosives. Scrawled in white lettering on the weapon was the words "Thus, I repute thee." A flash, searing pain, and everything was gone.

THE PRISON

An earbursting boom could be heard over the sound of people talking. A shockwave soon followed, knocking everyone in the facility to their back.

Rick is knocked into his hoe, and breaks one of his ribs. He looks up to the sky, wanting to scream, but is cut short. Barely able to focus his eyes, he sees a small ripple in the sky, and octopus like tendrils throwing something towards the ground, and then Rick faints from pain.

UNKNOWN

His body sore, Chief, then Private awakes to almost complete darkness. He tries to move, but nothing happens.

"wha- something is holding me?!" "Disappointing for a soldier with such a prominent future ahead to leave this dimension so early..." A deep voice says from somewhere in the dark.

The sound of gurgling is constant, and a foul stench stains the air. John chose not to speak, for fear to say the wrong thing.

"Silence is a virtue. Especially among humans. Very well, if you choose this path, that is your right." A blinding light appeared from thin air. "This is not your grave, but you are welcome to it."

And with that, the hole grew closer, closer, and closer, until the private was thrown out.

THE PRISON

Lizzie, Carl, Mika, Luke and Molly stand up, fearful, and their gaze is drawn towards a large ball of fire growing very close. Too close in fact, until it crashes, destroying the luckily uninhabited cell block E, sending rubble flying, killing multiple undead, and also attracting the attention of every walker within a 20 mile radius.

A slur of curses could be heard coming from Hershel, rushing to the recently unconscious Rick.

Tyreese was the first to respond. "Glenn, get Maggie and someone else and get to the watch tower! I'll go check the crash site out." Glenn acknowledged, and headed towards the tower, beckoning his wife to follow. Reluctantly, Tyreese approached the recently obliterated building.

A glint of gold was visible under the rubble.

And with that, chapter one comes to a close. This is my first attempt at a long story like this, so please be critical. Any ideals are welcome. Also, another thing is, Chief is young, so he has basic MJOLNIR armor, which pretty much looks like the halo wars spartan armor, but less armor. Another thing, since chief is young, he isn't a beast killing machine that can drink a cup of coco while taking down 10 super-carriers with his pinkie. He does have his augments, making him faster, smarter, and stronger. In this he is about 6 ft 11. Just don't expect him to shit on 1,000,000 at once, because he just isn't as experienced and strong as the john we know and love. alot quicker, though. side note: John is about 14. he wields a MA5B, Magnum, [maybe 2 SMGs? Up to you guys] and a Combat knife.