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Accessing memories of subject: Spencer-666
Subject Bio
Name: Spencer "Spectre" 666 (preferred Spectre)
Gender: Male
Home world: Unknown outer colony (believed to be Harvest)
Ethnicity: 50% Japanese, 49.3%Italian, 0.7% other
Age:26 (would be older but was in cryogenic sleep) Birth: August 11, 2523
Height: 5'11.5 Notes: short compared to other Spartans
Weight: 226.2465 lb (342.56 with armor and equipment) Notes: light compared to other Spartans
Affiliation: UNSC Spartan III
Commendation: Regarded as the best Spartan III. ( second best Spartan, second only to John-117) Infiltrate High Charity over 30 times in the course of 12 years
Weapons( upon graduation): DMR, M6C,SRS99
Weapons( 2552) DMR with fore grip, silencer, 30 rd magazines, 3 round burst and full auto
M6C with silencer, red dot sight, "caseless" configuration and laser/ flashlight sight
SRS99 with quick disassembly upgrade
Supernatural abilities : Telekinesis, Invisibility, Minor scale dimensional manipulation (Use to store supplies .
Spartan class: Assassin
Preferred missions: Assassination, espionage, infiltration, sabotage, Reconnaissance, and terrorism.
Status: Active
Armor permutations (upon graduation of the Spartan program):
MK4 MJOLNIR armor (SAGE coloration),
Scout helmet HU/RS with black visor,
ODST shoulder (left shoulder only),
TACTICAL/TACPAD (wrist),
TACTICAL/PATROL (chest),
TACTICAL/SOFT CASE (left thigh),
TACTICAL/TRAUMA KIT (left hip)
FJ/PARA (knee guards)
Combat Wakazashi (black)(melee weapon)(back waist)
Blade dimensions: 1 in. wide, 5mm. thick, 1.5 ft. long
Handle dimensions (no guard) : 3 cm. wide, 8 in. long, 5mm. Thick, Nylon fiber grip
Armor permutations (Updated to modern day 2552):
MK7 MJOLNIR armor (Experimental)(SAGE coloration), Customization: Sage colored cape
Scout helmet HU/RS with black visor, Customization: Sage colored hood (burlap)
ODST shoulder (left shoulder only), Customization: added segmented plates to fit to wrist
TACTICAL/TACPAD (inner forearm), Customization: A.I. VERDIGO, added data of every bit of information recorded by man (Science, art, history, Technology, etc.)
TACTICAL/PATROL (chest), Customization: Connected to hood, Ghillie cape (length: shoulder to mid tight)(width: enough to wrap around entire torso)
TACTICAL/SOFT CASE (left thigh),
TACTICAL/TRAUMA KIT (left hip)
FJ/PARA (knee guards)
Combat Wakazashi (black)(melee weapon)(back waist)
Blade dimensions: 1 in. wide, 5mm. thick, 1.5 ft. long
Handle dimensions (no guard) : 3 cm. wide, 8 in. long, 5mm. Thick, Nylon fiber grip
Kig-yar point defense gauntlet(left forearm) AN: Jackal energy shield Customization: micro solar-powered module, energy condenser
Sangheili Zealot Energy dagger X 2(both wrists) Customization: micro solar- powered module
Tan satchel bag for caring more supplies
History summary-
August 11, 2523-Born to Italian UNSC commander and his Japanese wife.
First Contact, 2525- Home is destroyed by the Covenant, escaped but at the cost of his parents lives.
January 5, 2526- Left in an orphanage on Reach.
March 16, 2531-Taken from orphanage to become a Spartan III.
June 16, 2533- Starts to exhibit signs of out of control supernatural abilities, but with the side of effects including insomnia, paranoia, and temporary fits of insanity.
June 18, 2533-He was to be terminated from the Spartan program, however UNSC Deputy Director Michael Borgia allowed him to stay.
June 25, 2533-Side effects of the power stop, and Spencer gains full control of his powers.
July 14, 2533-September 14, 2533- Personally trained by John-117. (Master Chief)
June 10, 2539-Graduate from Spartan program, and assigned as a "lone wolf" assassin class Spartan because of "certain skills" he had obtained over the years .
January 11,2540-First high class mission: Assassinate Elite general in High Charity
January 11,2540-obtained Kig-yar energy shield from Jackal guard
March 23,2540-obtained 2 Sangheili energy wrist daggers from patrolling Elite Zealot.
March 23,2540-Covenent start to hear rumors of a vengeful Spartan ghost or (Spectre) haunting High Charity.
2540-2552 Infiltrated High Charity multiple occasions until it was overtaken by the Flood.
Customizations to armor and weapons were given at various parts of this time line.
Accessing memory files….accessing memory: Xenocide & Revelation
Planet [unknown], time [classified]
" My brothers, thou our enemy may have won, our divinities have blessed with a way toturn over our defeat" preached an echoed voice vibrating from a cave. The cave flowed as a trail to hidden caverns, among those cavities was a small circler room filled with Jiralhanae (Brutes),the most aggressive of the now-destroyed Covenant and a Brute Chieftain in the center. Though the war officially ended the Brutes never gave up no matter how futile it was. The Grunts and Jackals had surrendered willingly, seeing as they were forced to fight because of the hierarchs of the Covenant, and the Hunters returned to their planet without any word.
"Our prophets may have perished but they will to soon walk the great journey along side us, for the gods have let us receive this" said the chieftain as he pointed to a strange object at the edge of the room. The object itself was about 8 ft. tall it looked like a circular gateway decorated with forerunner symbols, some of with looked like numbers. It was made of the metal seen on the forerunner installations, yet it also had off something about off. As the Brute chieftain continue to preach to his comrades, no one noticed a figure moving from the background. The stray figure silently snuck to the gateway structure. It reached behind itself, pulling out square shape of its waist and places it on the device. 'Charges set.' the haunting figure thought 'Well time for my big entrance .'
The brute crowd watched attentively at the inspiring chieftain until a yell was heard at the edge of the mass. Everything stopped and the Jiralhanae all stared at the cause of commotion. There was a dead corpse of a brute with a black sword impaling him to the ground. The figure stood over him, now in full view of everyone in the room.
It was he. The one that turned High Charity into his own hunting ground, the one who had the Sangheili sleep with one eye open, the one who was responsible for the mass murder of brutes, the entity of fear of the Covenant.
It was the Spectre of High Charity.
The brutes surrounded the mythic figure with clear fear in their eyes. They've all heard stories and rumors of the alleged spirit of a vengeful human spirit that has a unquenchable bloodlust. All of then fashioned weapons ranging from needle rifles to plasma repeaters to spikers. The Chieftain ,dawning a gravity hammer, walk towards the Specter chuckling. "Heh heh Did you think you could walk in here without danger phantom. You may have slain our brothers, but here you will make a fine feast for our pack
The Spectre said nothing…...and all of sudden vanished. The brutes eyes widened out of shock, then their eyes shifted wildly around the room. How could he have eluded them. Then a brute's snout rocket towards the ceiling and his throat gushed out blood as if it was slit. The brutes watched in horror as their brothers seemed to die in similar fashion one by one. One of they was outright decapitated. Another had his torso ripped open spilling his organs. Another was dismembered limb by limb . This continued until only the chieftain was left.
The Specter of High Charity reappeared in front of the solo Brute, who was clearly afraid. He backed away from Specter tripping onto his behind ,dropping his headdress, and begged " Please phantom spare me!" but to no avail the Spectre's hand moved to his hip and brought out a suppressed magnum (ODST magnum see bio for details) and leveled it with the Brute's head and said "The name isn't phantom, it's Spectre" before letting a bullet loose into the brute's forehead ending his life.
Planet [unknown], some time later [classified]
UNSC marines flooded the cave and secured the area. They didn't fear the Spectre for one fact. The Spectre is actually a Spartan III named Spencer-666. The best of the Spartan III program and the second best Spartan only after the Chief. Among the UNSC personal laid a familiar face. " Deputy Director Borgia." Specter said before saluting to the head of the UNSC .
Deputy Director Michael Borgia was a tall , semi-built Italian man, who carried an aura of charisma where ever he went. He said "At ease, Spencer." " It's Spectre, Michael." replied Specter. "I know, but your still the trouble making kid back at training camp to me." answered the Director. Specter sighed. When he was a kid back at the Spartan training camp he would always sneak off to cause mischief and shenanigans. Since then Deputy Director Borgia never let him live it down. "So Vertigo how'd he do?" asked the Borgia man. Specter pointed his under forearm upward revealing a TACPAD. Out of TACPAD spawned a holographic woman, an A.I. to be exact. " One minute and 52 seconds. A new record huh Spectre" said the A.I. The A.I was codenamed Vertigo. She looked like any other A.I. only she had yellow coloring along with a hairstyle that looked more like an Egyptian headdress adorned with serpents. "but did you really have to disembowel that one guy" "Ok I went a little overboard there" admitted Spectre rubbing his hand against the nape of his neck sheepishly. Vertigo sighed before vanishing back into the TACPAD.
A marine ran up to the two saluting to the Director and said "It's up and running sir." The two turned to see the gateway like device at the edge of the room only this time it had a blurry blue and purple portal. Specter turned to Michael and asked " Why are you-" but was cut off when he felt a vibrating sensation of his armor. He looked around to a firing squad of marines armed with plasma pistols picked up from the dead brutes. They had just taken out his shields.
"What on earth !" yelled Specter as he dodged several marines shooting at him. When the stopped he landed right in front of the device. " What the hell are you-" once again he never got to finish as he was shot in the thigh and stomach. The bullet's ripped through his armor. Though the armor quickly repaired itself (an asset of the MK7 MJOLNIR armor) the bullets still buried themselves shallowly under his skin. The pain felt like someone had stabbed him with a hot metal stick twice. His head drifted to the wounds then to the origin of the bullets. It was a marine with a DMR along side Deputy Director Michael Borgia who seemed unconcern. "Why." he was able to whisper out. A creepy grin dawned on Michael's face. "Well you see Specter, now that the UNSC has complete control of humanity. My…order can now rule as they see fit, and the only risks to our power are you Spartan IIIs. For you see Spartan IIIs don't have the mind control component in your helmet making you too independent for our needs so you must be disposed of." "Your order?" wheezed out Specter. "Yes the Templar order." grinned the Borgia man knowing Specter's reaction. Specter paused before gasping out "That's impossible the Templar order died out after the Third Crusade!" " No, we didn't. For you see we existed since the middle ages and from then on we have stride for control, and now that we have it, we shall create a new galaxy in our image. Sad that you won't see it."
Spectre was shocked. Everything he though he know had just been turned upside down and deformed into an abominable reality. The UNSC wasn't fighting the rebels to keep peace, they did it to keep Humanity under their control. He could only stand still as marines closed in on him with assault rifles. Alone and hurt he had little option. He could only do one thing. His hand took to his soft case, pressing something, before dropping it, and he fell backwards into the gateway. The collage of colors overtaking him.
The marines were shocked at what the Spartan just did, while Michael Borgia was red with anger. He ordered "Don't let him-" but stopped at the sound of beeping. All eyes stopped at a forgotten charge on the device, beeping that seemed to say 'Get the f$% out'. All marines stared at it in shock for a second. What Spectre had dropped on the ground…..was a detonator. The charge blew up and as quick as a flash all in the room was dead and the Forerunner device destroyed.