A/N: I have decided to write this story, just for the helluv it. So far I have read two stories that are along the lines of post-Halo 3, those are Justice League and Halo crossovers.
The Spartans of Onyx have made it back to Earth… and they get some R and R courtesy of Lord Hood.
Right now the UNSC has picked up a distress beacon.
Homecoming
Three years after the events of Halo 3.
For Doctor Diana Dion, she was just tagging along on another search and rescue ride on the UNSC Frigate Forward Unto Breach. Walking to the bridge she had to shrug off many requests from the crewman to ask her out, since well, she's quite an attractive brunette. Ever since the crew learned her husband had cheated on her, the horde of men hitting on her stepped up once more. Apparently juicy gossip sped really, really fast. When Diana finds out who spilled the beans; it would be a dark day.
The doors parted and the Doctor entered the bridge.
"Exiting slipspace," AI Curator said
"Copy that," said the Captain, "Doctor if you would please take your seat,"
Dion nodded. The doctor strapped in and buckled up as Unto Breach exited slipspace.
"Captain Hank, scanners pick up a distress beacon in the area,"
"Curator, set course to the beacon,"
"Aye, aye Captain,"
The Frigate shifted and headed towards the beacon.
"Oh my god," whispered Diana as she saw a UNSC Frigate or the rear half of it came into view.
"It's UNSC Forward Unto Dawn," said Curator
"Guess we know where the rear end of it is,"
"You think anyone on there is alive?" asked an ensign
"Maybe there's an AI," suggested another
"Hold on, someone or something on board is sending us a message,"
…
"Chief, wake up,"
The cryotube opened and John climbed out, he felt groggy and a slight tingling sensation but soon regained his senses..
"Applying nutrient formula, Chief," said Cortana
The Spartan gagged on the formula, it always tasted bad no matter how many times he had taken it after awaking from cryogenics sleep. After that small yet terrible ordeal, John stretched his arms and legs.
"What is it?"
"We're going home, UNSC Forward Unto Breach has arrived, we're going home," the AI smiled, "I'm sending them a message," the comlink crackled. "Chief, would you do the honours?"
The Spartan smiled and spoke, "UNSC Forward Unto Breach this is Master Chief Petty Officer Spartan-one-one-seven,"
…
"Holy crap," muttered Captain Haley, "he's still alive,"
The crew started to get jittery, they soon were about to come face to face with a Spartan II, and as a bonus, it's the Master Chief, the Spartan who proved invaluable in the final days of the war, the one who watched the death of the three Prophets.
Diana had heard about this Spartan in particular, he is an absolute legend, and of course at the mere mention of him, many female members on board started to drool.
"This is Captain Haley, we're dispatching a Pelican Master Chief, welcome aboard," smiled Haley
…
John removed Cortana from the slot and inserted the data crystal/card into the armour. The Spartan felt that icy mercury feeling rush through his head.
"Home sweet home," sighed Cortana cheerfully.
The Chief grabbed a rung nearby and propelled himself to the hangar bay. There he waited until the Pelican docked and then boarded the vessel, cycling though the dropship's airlock system. John felt a great sense of relief, yet also anxiety, the same questions cycled through his head 'what now?'
…
A number of off duty personnel had assembled in the hangar bay, all itching to see the Spartan.
"Oh here he comes!" said an off duty nurse to her colleagues.
The Pelican came in and docked.
"Anxious to meet him Doctor?" it was Haley
"No not really,"
"Well, you know protocols, you get the lucky job of giving him a medical exam," the Captain grinned, "If anything they say about him is true, he's a war machine,"
Diana sighed mentally, Ohhhh boy, this just keeps getting better.
The Pelican docked and the hatch opened, out stepped a green giant. He was massive, and towered over everyone. His armour was burned, charred and covered in dried blood of fallen foes and friends alike.
"My god," muttered Diana
…
This welcoming committee reminded John of MAC Station Cairo and the award ceremony.
"We made it John," said Cortana
"Yeah, I guess we're the only ones,"
"Master Chief," said Captain Haley
John snapped a crisp salute.
"At ease Chief,"
After a quick tour, and amazingly a couple of autographs, Cortana was inserted into Forward Unto Breach's systems and John was sent to the infirmary for check-up. The doctor there was kind of pretty, she reminded John of Kelly, his closest friend from childhood. He wondered if she was still alive. In fact he wondered if there were any other Spartan IIs left.
"Master Chief," said Diana, "please take a seat,"
"Yes ma'am,"
"Please, it's Diana, not a really big fan of formalities,"
"Sorry, Diana,"
"Aren't you going to tell me your name?"
"John,"
Normally, names would be a private thing, but then again, Diana was a civilian and John wanted to get a hot meal as soon as possible, he had enough of MREs and nutrient formulas.
"Nice to meet you,"
Diana noticed John wasn't much of a talker; he gave a powerful aurora of hope and inspiration, and by the looks of it, very in control and disciplined. Somehow she got the feeling, after she got planet side, ONI is going to "catch up" to her, it happened before when she was examining ONI field agents and Black Ops soldiers. John reeked of military, classified.
"John, please take off the armour,"
The Spartan hesitated.
"Be a good boy John," smiled Cortana as she appeared on a nearby holoprojector.
What a charming AI, thought Diana, seeing the AI's nude avatar and personality.
"Yes mother," sighed John.
The Spartan then took off his helmet with a popping hiss and revealing a rugged face to the Doctor. Diana noticed how pale his skin was, the neatly cut and cropped his brown hair was, his strong jaw, the horrific tales that his brown eyes had seen and a curving scar over his right eye.
Wow Diana thought.
After five minutes, the armour was off, stacked neatly to one side and all that John was wearing were shorts and a t-shirt which revealed his mescaline physique. Diana marvelled the Spartan's shape.
"The shirt has to come off to John,"
The Spartan complied without argument, took off the shirt and folded it next to his armour. Interesting, normally about now the guys would try to hit on me, thought Diana as she mused over what she had just said.
"Alright, please sit on the bed,"
John nodded and sat on the bed. A couple of nurses passed by and gawked at the Spartan and giggled off. Diana just shook her head, friggin school girls.
The Doctor then began to touch the Spartans body, examining for fractures of any kind or any hidden aches. She felt that his muscles were rock hard.
"Does this hurt?"
"Not at all,"
Diana ran her eyes along the Spartan's body; a thin scar ran along the Chief's chest, a heap of smaller scars here and there made by shrapnel, and massive bruises along his back.
"My god, how'd you get these?" said Diana aghast
"Which one?" asked John
"The long scar across your chest and the bruises on your back," the Doctor replied
"The one on the chest was caused by an Elite wielding an energy sword, the bruises on my back are from falling,"
"Falling from where?"
"He jumped off a ship, two kilometres above the Earth's surface," interjected Cortana
"Is he that crazy?" gasped Diana,
"Nope," replied the AI, "just extremely lucky,"
Examination was soon over, John snapped back on his armour, gave Diana a polite nod and walked off towards the cafeteria.
What a polite fellow, smiled Diana, no doubt the moment she reached the rec room where she and her friends hanged out, Diana would be bombarded by questions.
…
A/N:
I just realised something… It is made evident that through Eric Nylund (Official Halo story writer) that John and Kelly have something between them in terms of chemistry… Normally fanfic writers would jump at that, instead we're seeing John and Cortana stories in greater number.
Just thought I'd point that out.
Anyway I will update soon.
I wrote this story late at night so be kind.
Please review… Constructive criticism will be taken openly will flames will be removed with extreme prejudice.
