First I need to thank Necro-Knight Nate for having such an amazing concept that I was inspired by, I will try to keep the similarities to a minimal between the two. Check out his story, Chronicles of Crimson. Thanks for reading and enjoy!
I sat in the pelican for what seemed like days, awaiting my arrival to infinity. I was to be reassigned onboard and given a fireteam to work with. i was surrounded by some gawking Marines, all chatting about the lone SPARTAN sitting in their pelican. I looked briefly out of the porthole and quickly looked away. Space made me anxious. I was so large and vast, so many things undiscovered and unsure of. I liked to know what i was looking at, when I looked out there I got nothing.
Ah, but where are my manners, my name, is Sam Thomas. Though most only know me by my callsign, Ardent. I'm not the superstitious type, but I have an odd feeling about his assignment, something unexpected, unusual maybe. It may just be my nervousness of course. The pelican lurched slightly forward as we proceeded into the hangar, one marine fell over in front of me, summoning a laugh across the entire back of the hovercraft. The pelican landed and the bay door opened, allowing exit. the marines filed out, I myself taking up the rear. I was greeted by a friendly male voice from somewhere to my right.
"Hello Spartan, welcome aboard!" said the cheerful voice as I turned to greet it.
"My name is Roland, I'm the on board A.I., I control pretty much everything you're seeing here. involving the ship of course." He said exuberantly.
I looked around for a moment before returning to him, "Hi I'm-" I was cut by the small yellow A.I. clad in an old Earth pilot's uniform, were I to take a guess. He seemed alright so far.
"You must be Sam, correct?" He asked
"That's me." I responded, anxious to meet my new fireteam already.
"Well Sam, it seems you are quite the Spartan. You have, after all, been chosen to lead five of them." he said, looking at me with a look of what seemed like pride.
I was taken aback by his statement, I had been told that I was going to be coming here to meet my new fireteam, I was never told I was the leader. I shifted slightly, now a bit uncomfortable. Roland seemed to pick up on this.
"Didn't tell you did they?" he sighed, "They never do, but anyways, I'm sure you'll do fine. Head to the your cabin right now, you'll meet your new squad soon.
A marine walked up, handed me a datapad, and walked off just as quickly as he had come. I looked at the pad, it stated that data was being received. I looked up at Roland questionably.
"I'm sending you the layout of the ship, it's a pretty big ship so we wouldn't want you getting lost." He said with a sly smile.
I chuckled at his under exaggerated statement, this ship was more than pretty big. It was gargantuan. One of the only warships in its class. It was a fine piece of work, some would even call it art.
I looked down at my datapad, it contained information on all of my squad members, which I would look at later. Right now I needed to look at the map, it already had a red line from where I was to my cabin, I thanked Roland before walking off in that direction.