Prologue

Death, what is Death? Where does it come from? It's been said that Death has existed since time began. Is Death a being able to manipulate life in a way that sees him as a reaper of souls? Or is Death formless entity on a vast void where only the dead meet their judgement? No one knows until they're the ones knocking on his very door.

SPARTANs, denoting back to ancient greek these soldiers were trained as children to the very best they were made to be. During augmentation many of them would became crippled or wind up dead but those that were lucky made a name for SPARTANs. Over countless engagements SPARTANs would continue to make a name from themselves for their duties as the defenders of all her colonies. Despite having the worst odds they would continue to do their duty as soldiers whatever the cost 'til the day they died.

SPARTANs didn't fear Death nor did they embrace it, to keep morale the Office of Naval Intelligence would make it so that SPARTANs were to be listed as either MIA or WIA and never KIA; SPARTANs Never die. Rest assured Death has it's own plans for the SPARTANs or anyone labelled with such a well-known title.

Harvest, 2527

A single SPARTAN and a single Marine just survived a side explosion of a Plasma Grenade while driving an M12 Warthog over a bridge and now is running towards a designated LZ which happens to be surrounded by Covenant forces. The SPARTAN donned on a red modified version of the MJOLNIR Mark IV power armor outfitted for CQB Combat.

As the duo would continue to proceed to the LZ while a D77TC Pelican that was their extraction provided covering fire until they were close enough for it to land and have them hop on before things escalated.

Things took a different turn when a Sangheili Elite jumped seemingly out of nowhere with a Needler and fired towards the duo. The SPARTAN noticed him beforehand and could only react by pushing the Marine out of the way boosting him out of the way towards the bay of the Pelican.

The SPARTAN's armor was pierced and impaled by the pink spikes shot by the Needler and fell back, "Daisy!" A Marine called from the Pelican's bay as the Marine with the SPARTAN climbed aboard.

Turning around and realizing what happened the Marine shouted, "Chief!" He called as the SPARTAN identified as Daisy fell. Landing on her back the SPARTAN's CQB helmet was knocked off upon impact and rolled a couple feet away.

The same Elite dropped it's needler and drew an Energy Sword preparing to finish the SPARTAN with honor. Just as the Elite towered over Daisy's body pulling back it's arm for a hard thrust the marine that called "Daisy!" fired upon he Elite in short controlled bursts. The impacts of the burst forced the Elite back a couple steps until the force unwittingly pushed the Elite over the railing of the bridge.

"I'm coming, stay right there." The Marine stated hopping off but before he could start moving Daisy sat up right and pulled the remaining Needler Spike out of her chest.

"There's no time, Go Ralph!" Daisy said wincing in pain, "Get that ship out of here now!" She ordered. Her body began feeling heavy to even stand and her strength draining away.

Without a second thought the Marine Ralph hopped back on the Pelican and continued providing covering fire. Things became worst as Elites arrived holding Fuel Rod Cannons and began firing at the Pelican.

Using what's left of her strength Daisy rolled over to her back drawing her M6D magnum and provided covering fire of her own. Although she managed the kill a couple the Pelican couldn't take the heavy Fuel Rod fire and was eventually destroyed. She gasped as the Pelican exploded letting her know that she failed.

The shockwave sent from the exploding Pelican blew Daisy back rolling over a few feet. Looking up at the open sky she was reminded of her time on Reach with the rest of her SPARTAN family.

To weak to move her consciousness faded and took her last breath dying of her wounds. In the aftermath of the battle Daisy was left on the bridge lifeless, a grim reminder that even the very best can fall.

Stepping over from the direction of the exploded Pelican a figure walked clad in Advanced Armor of the highest kind. It donned on a metallic cloak with a hood and draped over the armor adding a menacing look.

Towering over Daisy and staring into her lifeless eyes it knelt down beside her and waved it's hand over her eyes shutting them, "Death is not your destiny, delicate flower." It said a soft monotoned voice sounding with little to no emotion.

Reach, 2552

"Noble Leader, seek immediate medical attention." The voice of an automated AI sounded through the D77's intercom system, "Noble Leader, please respond."

Within the Pelican were two SPARTANs, their mission; deliver a invaluable package to a Halcyon-Class Cruiser docked in a shipyard. One of them had a plain grey color scheme and climbed over to the cockpit.

As he got closer plasma fire shot in from the rear of the dropship by pursuing enemy aircraft. The other SPARTAN loaded an M319 individual grenade launcher and fired at the aircraft. A small explosion bursted an EMP that disabled the aircraft causing it to fly into the other aircraft destroying them both.

Though the shots were at random one of them struck the pilot's side as the SPARTAN reached the pilot, "Please respond Sierra Two-Five-Nine." The AI sounded again as the Pilot dropped what appeared to be a SPARTAN helmet to his side, "You are alarming me." Though it expressed emotionless it spoke with concern.

"Not sure how long she's gonna stay together. Sky's are jammed up anyway. Gotta get you off her Lieutenant." The pilot, another SPARTAN explained clearly. Because of the hit to his side he had blood run down the side of his mouth

"Sir..." ; "You don't want to hear it. Get the package to the autumn." The grey SPARTAN lieutenant sounded but was interrupted by the pilot SPARTAN and ordered.

"Done." The lieutenant acknowledged the order without hesitation

"Not yet it's not." The Pilot remarked. He took a glance back, "Emile go with him, it's a ground game now." He told the badass looking SPARTAN who dropped the Grenade Launcher.

"It's been an honor sir." Emile acknowledged and pumped his chest with a closed fist in respect.

"Like wise!" Carter responded, "I'll do what I can to drew their fire. Six, that AI chose you, she made the right choice." He said acknowledging the AI's choice. The Lieutenant made his way to the rear of the Pelican along side Emile. Both of them stood close to each other ready to jump. Carter held up his hand with three fingers and counted down. Once all three were closed he responded, "On my mark, Mark!" He said pumping his fist down. The two SPARTAN IIIs hopped off and slid nicely down a canyon as Carter flew off and several more Banshees followed pursuit.

From there on Carter would continue to draw enemy aircraft away from Noble 3 and 4 enroute towards the docked cruiser. When he could he would provide air support with a quick gun run over the area, "Noble Leader, Please withdraw from the area." The voice of the AI sounded again.

"Don't wanna hear it Dot" Carter finally responded to the AI.

"What is it you are trying to prove? I advise you to withdraw immediately." The AI identified as Dot stated with full concern.

Carter didn't respond, he couldn't. He simply took a deep sigh and continued to fly until be noticed a four legged platform; a Scarab loaded for bear in the way of the rest of Noble team's way, "Noble, you got a..." He said but paused feeling a sudden pain to his side, "...situation."

As Carter finished the Scarab "Motherf..." Emile trailed a curse, "We can get passed it sir." He said with confidence in his skills as a SPARTAN

Expecting a response like that from Emile, Carter sighed, "No you can't, not without help."

"Commander." Emile called, "You don't have the firepower." He responded as Carter flew over doing a quick gun run over the Scarab catching it's attention and coming back around.

"I've got the mass." Carter told Emile.

"Solid copy." Emile acknowledged. Knowing what he meant by that there was no objecting to it, "Hit 'em hard boss." He commented in sincere respect.

As Carter align himself with the Scarab he spoke his final words, "You're on your own Noble, Carter out." He told them before having the D77 slam into the Scarab's chassis.

Upon receiving the force the Scarab recoiled back and attempted to regain its balance but completely had it's energy drained and quickly lost all power eventually slipping down the canyon it had stood on. No one, could've survived that, no even the Covenant.

As the Scarab slid down the canyon a figure stood not far off watching the events that just unfolded, "SPARTANs never die, Noble One." It said speaking out of context for his actions and also his title. With a quick wave of his hand the figure dematerialized in particles and disappeared.

Ealen IV, 2558

Peace talks between the Humans, the Jiralhanae and the Sangheili went awry when Covenant Remnant decided to interrupt on the undisclosed meeting in attempt to spark an all out war. Although the things haven't looked up for the delegates attending the meeting they managed to pull through. After getting each of the delegates to safety they were faced with another problem. In order to fly off the rock safely someone needs to stay behind and provide cover fire from an AA.

Unfortunately, it happen to be a SPARTAN IV named Paul DeMarco. As the delegates flew off DeMarco targeted any Banshee attempting to tail the delegate aircraft. Things were doing well until the AA battery was beginning to fall apart but that didn't detest DeMarco in any way.

"DeMarco! We've got a bird on our six, Deal with it." The voice of Commander Sarah Palmer sounded via radio.

Paul redirected the battery towards the pursuing aircraft and fired. The rounds from the battery darted towards the aircraft, the majority of them missed but ine struck the tail causing it to do a nose dive into he mountain terrain below, "Got 'em Commander." He announced. The console of the battery exploded in front of DeMarco sending bits of shrapnel into his face and also dropping him to he floor.

Recovering from the blast he stood up dazed from the shockwave and shook it off ignoring the fact he bled from the side of the head. Ears still ringing he looked at the console knowing it was now inoperable.

His radio sounded with a voice, "DeMarco, It's Hong! You got in coming, get out of there!" It explained with concern. DeMarco didn't hesitate but sighed deeply.

He turned around noticing a Banshee slowly approaching the battery, "Actually..." DeMarco trailed, "I'm good where I am." He replied with a smirk and pulled put a detonator. He had planned to destroy the battery once he was done with it and find a way from the planet but how far would he get?

Nonetheless he knew time was running short as the Banshee drew closer and closer. All DeMarco would have to do is detonate the charges and level the area killing the Covenant forces on foot nearby.

He let out a chuckle, "I'm ready to die when you are." He said as if speaking to he Pilot of the Banshee. Without a moment's haste he pressed the detonator's button. The entire AA battery lit up in an explosion engulfing anything within a 50 yard radius and blew everything back within a 75 yard radius.

A figure stood watching the flames burn, "May your actions speak louder than the words you spoke, Young Maverick." The figure spoke. Once more it waved it's hand and dematerialized.

Unknown Location

Feeling wave like motions throughout his body Carter A259 drifted awake realizing he wasn't dead and immediately sat up right. Looking around he found himself along a beach head with his DMR sitting next to him dipped in water with a forest behind. Rather than questioning how he got there he simply stood up, took his rifle, and proceeded into the forest.

Walking several feet into the forest he looked to the green and wondered if he somehow was transported to another part of Reach. Stopping he realized that last thing he remembered was slamming into a Covenant Scarab and feeling intense burns before falling unconscious. Shaking his head thinking he was overthinking it he continued onward.

Shooting her eyes open Daisy 023 did a flip easily landing in her feet. Looking around she found herself in a forest of some kind. She wasn't on Harvest she concluded and the forest looked too lush to even be on Harvest. Noticing her MA5B laying where she did and an M6D magnum, she picked them up and began scouting the area to figure out where she was.

Daisy had began wondering where she was and how she got there. Remembering a Pelican exploding and being blown back from the shockwave where she should've died but this was all to confusing for her. Daisy shook her head thinking it was too much to process and she'd ask someone when the opportunity presents itself.

Dangling from high above Paul DeMarco woke in a daze looking downward. He had better nights but this was far from it. He knew better than to panic at a time like this due to his training as an ODST. Looking to see what was suspending him his arms and torso were wrapped in vines much like the ones seen in jungles. He struggled to free himself to get to his MA5D on his back but with no luck.

He sighed in disappointed and realized he should be dead. After doing what he did before his vision went black he knew that should've killed him instantly. Was this all a dream? No, it felt to real for DeMarco and continued to hang until help came along or he figured how to get down himself.

Carter stopped and crouched as an unfamiliar friendly dot appeared on his radar. Though it appeared on top of him he couldn't quite see what was there but when he heard a branch snap he lifted his rifle and fired twice towards the sound. Out from the bushes jumped through a Crimson Suit of Armor lashing out at Carter. Not expecting anything he was caught off guard and slammed to the ground with the Suit on top.

Daisy drew her knife and proceeded to stab the individual that just shot at her but stopped when the person easily grabbed it midway. She loosened her grip as she was now looking at another SPARTAN.

Carter on the other hand felt a bit thrown off seeing another SPARTAN more specifically another II. He leaned up to get a closer look and noticed it was a female, "Another SPARTAN?" He asked aloud getting up from the ground.

Much to Daisy's surprise she got off Carter and slowly began crawling back a few feet. Out of all places she found another SPARTAN but this one's armor looked a bit different from her own, "Are you...a SPARTAN?" She asked curiously that donned on a different variant of MJOLNIR power armor.

Without hesitation the SPARTAN chose to identify himself, "Carter - A259, Noble Leader." He stated lending hand to a fellow SPARTAN.

Daisy regained her composure and politely took his hand allowing her back up on her feet, "Daisy - 023" she responded stoically looking into the visor of the other SPARTAN. Daisy stood at he same height as Carter, no taller, no shorter.

"I don't often run into SPARTAN IIs." Carter admitted. The last time he ran into a SPARTAN II was Jorge - 052.

Immediately processed what he just said she answered with a stunned expression, "I'm sorry what?" Looking at the SPARTAN III, she confirmed the different armor configuration but still it was unbelievable, 'How could Halsey replace us?' She thought feeling betrayed. She trusted Halsey, even after Daisy deserted the Reach facility.

Carter pause glaring through his visor with a pause, "You have got to be joking." He said standing in disbelief. He knew there were SPARTANs before the SPARTAN III program but those died before the SPARTAN III program, be wondered if this was one of those SPARTANs.

Daisy let out a self-relieving sigh, "I don't have time for jokes." She told him bluntly completely recuperated her composure.

Carter understood and nodded, "Very well, I'm a SPARTAN III." He explained in short. Daisy was still trying to process that Halsey would allow another SPARTAN program.

Without hesitation or a moments pause Daisy asked, "There were more?" She held a distaste hidden within the tone of her voice.

"Yeah, there were." Carter replied knowing she had a motive. Though he didn't have a particular way of handling this situation so he refrained from answering.

"For crying out loud; Can either of you get me down from here?" A voice sounded from above the two SPARTANs.

The two looked to their radar then looked up. There, tangled in vines appeared to be another SPARTAN with a much more different variant than he other two. His armor looked more detailed and surprisingly more futuristic.

"Is he with you?" Daisy asked Carter turning to him.

"He is now." Carter replied looking down to his rifle and lifted it towards DeMarco.

DeMarco didn't flinch and tremble. He was to far up to even be cut down and the only option was to shoot him down. He waited patiently for the SPARTAN III to take his shots but if any of them struck DeMarco he'd kill him. Carter rang 3 consecutive shots, each round ripped the vines apart letting DeMarco loose. He weight of his armor dropped him down after a brief pause.

"Thanks..." DeMarco said landing on his feet. He looked to the two and realized there were SPARTANs, "I must be having a bad dream right now." He stated shaking his head.

Carter and Daisy exchanged looks, "What makes you say that?" Carter asked turning back to DeMarco as Daisy did the same.

"I'm standing in front of a SPARTAN II and a SPARTAN III. Both of them look like they just got dropped off for combat." He explained inspecting to two. During his training as a SPARTAN IV he took notice of how each SPARTAN generation wore the same if not similar armor.

"And you are?" Daisy asked the DeMarco curiously.

"SPARTAN Paul DeMarco." He replied without hesitation. Being a ladies man how could he not answer Daisy's question.

"SPARTAN?" Daisy stated taking a minor step back. She looked to Carter then to DeMarco stunned in disbelief.

"That's right miss, SPARTAN IV at your service." DeMarco acknowledged with a nod. He knew how SPARTAN women were since Palmer so he decided to use tact if he were to try his odds.

Carter looked to Daisy and DeMarco back and fourth trying to process what's happening, "What's going on here?" He asked the other two.

"I was going to ask you the same question." DeMarco said turning to Carter.

Before he could answer the bushes nearby began rustling.

"Did you hear that?" Daisy asked turning towards the sound lifting her MA5B.

"Something's coming." DeMarco replied drawing his MA5D also pointing at the direction of the sound.

Carter lifted his DMR and slowly began approaching the bushes. Out of the blue a pinkish reptile-like creature hopped out roaring. It threw it's head towards Carter for a bite but Carter reacted with a swing of his rifle. The impact blew the creature back a bit.

"What is that?!" DeMarco shouted. He and Daisy shouldered their weapons fingers on the trigger.

"Something hostile, Engage!" Carter replied and ordered.

The 3 SPARTANs began firing at the creature. Daisy and DeMarco fired in short controlled bursts taking turns and Carter just kept popping round after round into the creature.


Authors notes

Not bad for a start but the first chapter and/or summary doesn't sell the story.

I have plans to kinda connect the two stories but seeing how this anime a lot smaller than Bleach or Naruto the updates will be longer than usual. I don't expect to go far with his but I'll do what I can.

Also who or what is that figure mentioned in the story? That is for me to know and for you to find out.