Jedihunter80: Hello, everybody! This is my first Halo Fanfic, and I hope you enjoy. Comment, please, but NO FLAMES! This first chapter is just a small teaser to get opinions on how the story will work. It picks up after the events of Halo 3. So, you could call this Halo 4 (the game we will NEVER see o0 )
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Chapter 1: He Moved
Ken Sanders was the director of the Museum of Science, City of Kajiim, planet of Celeron. It was a planet of humans that existed outside of the Milky Way galaxy, about 10 light-years from planet Onyx, never having made contact with the UNSC. They had advanced space travel, yes, just not that advanced. It was, however, advanced enough to pick-up a large metal object moving slowly towards Onyx in space, find it, and bring it back. And now Ken was proudly about to open the exhibit containing what was found inside that metal object. He stood at the head of a journalism crew; he was leading them on a private first-look tour of the exhibit to get publicity.
"Gentlemen," he rumbled in a deep baritone voice, "I welcome you to the first section of the exhibit: humans beyond our world." He gestured to a display case behind him that held six suits held up by mannequins: the battle uniforms of UNSC Marines. "We know they are human by remains found in various corridors on the derelict. They match our own skeletal structure exactly. We assume it was a military vessel because of the suits here…" he moved a little ways farther and gestured to another case "…and by the rifles here. If you can't tell already, their technology was quite a bit more advanced than ours…"
The tour continued passed photos, artists' depictions, bits and pieces of random things taken from the derelict's interior. On and on, many things lined the walls. Until they reached the end: a large, circular room with two objects in the center: a pedestal and an oblong object shrouded by a cloth. "…and it will remain in orbit until disassembled. Now, this…this is the crowning jewel of the exhibit. First: what we believe to be the ship's main memory unit." A computer chip sat in the middle of the pedestal, a glowing blue circle in the center. "Unfortunately, it appears to have burned out several years ago. And this," he turned to the cloth-shrouded object. "OPEN IT UP, BOYS!" The cloth fell. Cameras flashed. Jaws dropped.
"What is it?" one young reporter gaped.
"We think it is a coffin…and it has a completely preserved human inside. We want you to witness the opening of it so we can study him." Military Police had silently moved into position around the pod, rifles ready in case something was inside the "coffin". "Get your film ready, boys, this is history." He turned to some men behind a control desk. "On 3: 1…2…3!"
A loud beeping admitted from the pod as it was unsealed. Steam hissed. The canopy opened. The person inside could now be clearly seen. He was tall, clad entirely in a greenish-gold armor with a golden visor on the helmet. The armor was badly beaten and scratched, but the white "117" and Master Chief Petty Officer insignia where clearly shown on his chest. But the most surprising thing about him was not his looks, not the fact he was a human from a distant world, but the fact that he…moved.