Name: Chad

Spartan tag: G-014

Home world: Mars

Date of Birth: October 28, 2525

Date of death: assumed KIA. After premature detonation of explosive charge on a later mission.

Gender: Male

Height: 6'9"

Hair Color: blond

Cybernetics: Spartan neural uplink

Skin: fair

Affiliation: ONI

Rank: N/A

Specialty: survival

Team roll: N/A

Battle: battle against Flood infection on isolated station, and several small scale skirmishes with covenant loyalists after the end of the war.

Status: assumed KIA

Class: Spartan III Gamma Company

Armor: SPI Mk 3

Appearance: same as the traditional SPI armor only it has been made more compact by ONI scientists. It also has a pack like attachment for a battery pack that powers energy shields

He sprinted through the corridors, his armor landing with heavy foot falls as he attempted to fall back, or get into shelter. Up ahead he saw a storage room, he jumped in and shut the door behind him, and pushed several crates to block the door.

He looked down at his armor, and toggled off the active camouflage, slowly his armor faded back into view, a dull metallic grey. His armor was an experimental MK 3 version of SPI armor featuring a slightly more compact design, and shields, as well as more advance camouflage plaiting.

His experimental Mk 3 SPI armor was covered in tiny scratches, but no real damage had been done to it. In all honesty he wanted o just leave this hell hole, he was running from something, they looked like the human that operated this space station, but they weren't. Did the covenant use some new Bio weapon on them? They were monstrous and deformed, they looked, almost … dead. They destroyed the long sword bomber the only sure fire way off this ship. His only option now was an escape pod. But before this he had to send whatever those were on a one way trip to hell. He reached for the SMG's that he had attached to the magnetic panels on his hips, his HUD sprung to life as the armor recognized the weapon. He checked he had 4 full clips left. Any normal soldier would be screwed, but he was a SPARTAN, secretly he relished situations like this. One way or another he would come out on top.

He looked through the window in the door, and saw several vaguely human Husks sprint past and another few on the way. He shoved the crates out of the way of the door, and jumped into the hallway, he sprayed the advancing Husks with bullets from both SMGs, and some dropped instantly with a small pop from the chest, others, were torn limb from limb, just as the clips in the SMG ran dry , the last one died on the advancing front, the things that ran past a second ago, turned around and begun to advance on him, he attached one SMG to the magnetic strip on his thy and reloaded the clip, just as the first one came into striking distance.

The Husk pulled back a gnarled twisted hand, but was stopped when his fist found its way into what he assumed was its face. It staggered backwards. He turned around, and let loose a burst of bullets into the chest of another one as he struck the first with his elbow, it dropped after the devastating blow, several more advanced on him. He reached for his lower back and closed his hand around, a frag grenade; he pulled it loose, and started to count

1…2… he pulled the pin …3… the Husks jumped at him… 4… he dropped the grenade on the floor … 5 ... he dove out of the way … 6… the things landed on the live grenade, than Boom. The Husks were torn to shreds. He rose to his feet.

"Mess with the best and you die like the rest." He said nonchalantly before he stood up and brushed off some little chunks of … actually he'd rather not know what they were.

He reviewed in his head what happened. When he was on Reach he was given no orders so when his sector evacuated military personnel he left alone on a Longsword fighter. However, he decided to go to a military space station instead of the evac coordinates. Now he found himself on a space station. When he arrived he saw nothing, everything looked like everybody just dropped what they were doing, and left. He walked through the hallways looking for anybody and he finally found in the cargo bay several smashed Pelicans that had organic growth all over their hulls. He saw several bulb like crawling creatures scuttling around and several Husk like crew members. He saw them dragging corpses to the small ones where they burrowed into the body and changed it. He opened fire and they started dropping fast but he was slowly overwhelmed and forced to run. Now only an hour later they were everywhere.

He grabbed the second SMG and reloaded its clip before heading off down the hallway. He suddenly saw hundreds of the onion like crawling creatures swarm the hallway he fired a few runs and dozens of them burst.

'The little things explode…NICE' he thought as he grinned from behind his visor.

A few more rounds and they were gone. He continued on down the hallway, reloading his SMG now he was out of clips. He continued waking to an elevator shaft where he hit the call button. When it arrived, he reached inside and sent it to the basement. He pried the doors apart and climbed up a service ladder; just before reaching the next floor, he reactivated his armors SPI plating. His outline dissipated and he blended into the steely dark grey elevator shaft. He pried the door apart and looked over; he saw one of the humanoid Husks just in front of him looking down the hallways. He pulled out his knife from its nylon sheathe on his thigh before springing onto the landing twisting the Husk to the floor and stabbing it in the torso causing its chest cavity to burst open where tentacles were coming out. He replaced his knife in its sheathe, and drew his SMG and began walking towards the control room.

He heard an explosion from behind him, and saw the elevator shaft erupting with flames, and from it leapt several more Husk like creatures, but these more alien in nature.

'Covenant? The hell are these things'

He fires a spray at the Husk like creatures and they drop. He began walking down when he heard a strange scuttling noise from behind him. He looked back and saw the little things crawling all over the bodies. He saw one climb inside of the bodies, causing it to spasm before climbing to its feet. He had time enough to pull out a grenade, pull the pin, and toss it to the mass. When the smoke settled he saw, that some of the Husks were standing again, dismembered but standing.

He pulled his SMGs from the magnetic holsters and sprayed out the last of his bullets. The two Husk like creatures were dead, but he was out of ammo.

"Stupid…Zombies."

"th….NS…. lex…. Re…Me?" a static muffled voice came over his helmet speakers,

"Repeat" he said on open frequencies

"This is UNSC Lexington, do you read me?" said a female voice over his helmet speakers

"Solid Copy, this is Spartan Gamma-014."

"What's the status on the space station, it dropped out of contact a few days ago."

"Crew's dead, killed by a covenant bio weapon … I think. It looks like it got some of their own though."

"What's your opinion Spartan?"

"This place needs to burn." He said almost immediately

"Go for it, the Techs want to tap into your video feed."

"Transmitting." He said as he open the feed to the ship.

He began to walk back to the two dead Husk like creatures, and flipped one over and inspected it the video feed showing the technicians on board the Lexington what he saw. He was inspecting the Husk when he spotted what appeared to be the handle for a Covenant Energy Sword. He grabbed it and pulled it loose. He tested the blade by activating it and cutting through the body of the Husk, it went through it like butter.

He looked over the second body, and found a Spiker. He grabbed it and attached it to the magnet on his right hip and the sword on his left. He walked down the hallway, slowly making his way to the control room where he hoped to find a way to destroy the station. He rounded a corner and saw his favorite sign ever.

ARMORY

He opened the doors, and looked about, the place was mostly empty, but they still had battle rifles, MA5Bs, and SMGs. His guess was that the workers armed themselves to hold off those things. So any weapons they had were now mostly scattered about the station. He grabbed a battle rifle, and an assault rifle and attached them to the magnetic strips on his back before taking an SMG in each hand. Heading out of the room, he heard an unearthly wailing moan, he ran out of the room, SMG's leveled in front of him. He walked into a large central atrium, most likely used for meetings. He glanced around when he saw dozens upon dozens of Husks on higher levels and along the walls.

The Husks charged him, leaping down from higher levels, attempting to land on him, or rush him. He sprayed into the horde of Husks. Several of them started dropping, either ripped apart by the hardened bullets, from the SMG's or the strange scuttling things burst in their chest. The clips clicked empty, after 20 Husks dropped, he sprinted to the nearest one, raised the SMG's in the air and smashed them booth down on the nearest one, the handles cracked and he left the guns embedded in its body.

He reached behind him and pulled out the MA5B, and started firing a short controlled burst into one after another before ducking under a wide swing from one of them. He brought up his MA5B and smashed the butt into its back, causing it to collapse to the floor. He downed several more with controlled bursts. Several more Husks dropped down behind him, he spun on his heal and let loose a storm of bullets on the Husks. He then pulled his knife out and flipped it over in his hand and tossed it at an oncoming Husk; it promptly stumbled to the floor.

"Spartan, we just got an update from command. The creatures you're fighting are called Floods." Said the woman on the other end of the speaker.

One of the Flood lunged at him, he grabbed its outstretched arm planted his foot in its chest and pulled. Tearing its arm off and crushing its chest. He emptied the clip in the assault rifle before he dropped it to the ground. He grabbed the Energy Sword and Spiker.

"The Flood have three basic forms that they come in. A combat form, the ones you're fighting now, infection form, the small crawling ones, and a carrier form, they look like sacks with legs." Said the voice on the other end of the com

He ducked under another Flood, as it tried to take his head off, but a quick slash with the energy sword took care of it. He opened fire with the spiker; the shots tore through the diminishing number of Flood. However, the spiker ran dry, leavening a good dozen Flood left. He switched the spiker to his left hand and held it at the ready, blade stretched before him. He charged the Flood, slicing through them one after another. He stabbed a Flood through the middle with his blade, and left it before, twisting around and bringing the bladed end of the spiker down on another, before grappling another Flood and tearing its arm off.

After another minute it was just him and the last Flood, he charged it grabbed it by the shoulder and tore out the infection form that was in control and crushing it in his hand. He shook off bits of Flood from his armor before walking to retrieve his equipment. Afterward he rifled through the piles of Flood looking for any ammunition he could use. He found a few clips for the Battle rifle and the assault rifle. He started to leave the room when he took note of the still active energy sword.

He walked back to grab it, when he suddenly felt like a truck slammed into his shoulder. The blow sent him tumbling over. He checked his HUD his shields were gone. He rolled back to his feat and turned around, he caught a glimpse of a Flood combat form with a shotgun leveled at his head, he dove out of the way, as it fired a second shot before charging it, and ripping the shotgun from its hands and firing a shot into its chest, tearing it to shreds.

"Great they can use guns. 'This day keeps getting worse.' What's next, driving? 'I hope to God not'"

"G-014, what's your status?" said the woman over his com

"I'm still alive."

He kept the shotgun leveled and began to walk out of the room. As he did the energy sword deactivated and his shields recharged. He exited the central atrium and entered along hallway. He encountered a few more combat forms, but a blast from the shotgun each kept them down. He climbed the stairs to the next floor up.

This was the level where he would find the control room. He pried open the doors to the floor, and quickly saw that the room was filled with some spore like particles floating in the air, he also heard the sound of raspy breathing fill the hallway, before it abruptly stopped.

'Strange.' He thought to himself.

He heard the sound of rapid heavy foot fall in front of him. He saw a dark misshapen figure sprinting down the hallway, before leaping over him and disappearing down the stairs. For a moment, he considered chasing it, but decided against it he needed to get to the control room. Luckily, for him no more Flood impeded him, he made it to the control room and accessed the main console.

"This is Chad, how do I over load the reactor on this thing?" he spoke into his com hoping for a understandable reply

"Just transfer control of the station to us, we will do it remotely."

"Got it... and ... Good, you should have control"

"Great job, now get the hell out of there."

"How long before it blows?"

"5 minutes at best."

"At worse how long do I have?"

"2 minutes."

"I'm really beginning to hate today." He said as he began sprinting out of the room. "Where's the nearest escape pod?"

"A floor down through the atrium, make a left, they should be on the outside wall."

"Rodger." he started sprinting out of the control room and headed down the stairs. He saw some combat forms charge to meet him, he simply fired his shotgun, downing then as he sprinted onwards, leaping over the bodies as he past. It only took him half a minute to reach the atrium, where he slowed down for a second, and proceeded slower, he heard the loud raspy breathing again.

He walked half way through the atrium before something heavy landed behind him. He turned around on the spot, only to see a reflective polarized orange visor.

"The hell is another sp..." he never got to finish that sentence. He was hit square in the chest, by an impossibly hard blow that sent him flying. He quickly rolled to his feat and leveled the shotgun. Before him stood, what would appear at first glance to be a Spartan, but in actuality wasn't. Before him stood what he assumed was a Spartan at one point in time.

This thing had wore the leg guards for SPI armor and the right arm, as well as the helmet of the. Its left arm had outgrown the armor casing causing it to crack off the arm was a pail pasty flakey green, it was still vaguely human, only thicker, and with bone like thorns randomly along the length, its hands were clawed . Its chest had been encased in a thick organic ribcage like armor. The helmet was cracked across horizontally where the mouth was, and looked like it had barbs sticking through the framing attaching it to the face. On its back was a fleshy sack that was around the size of an overstuffed backpack. In its right hand, it held the energy sword that he left in the room. It activated the blade and stared him down.

"What the fuck are you?" he said as he quickly swapped the shotgun for the Assault Rifle. He raised the gun and opened fire; the thing merely sprinted of to the side, avoiding the burst of bullets by a narrow margin. He kept firing on the creature, but it suddenly changed path and leapt into the air, twisted around and landed behind him, and lashed out with the sword. He managed to back away in time but he dropped the two hopelessly broken pieces of the rifle to the ground, before pulling out the shotgun. He fired a shot at the creature. The creature jerked backwards but lashed out again with the sword. He pulled his head back in time to avoid decapitation. He lashed out with the stock of the gun striking the thing in the head a loud crunch sounded as chunks of the visor fell away. The thing lunged at him again, and slammed its fist into his gut before raising its arm and slamming it down on his head, his shields flared and collapsed, he rolled onto his back in time to see the sword coming for his chest. He rolled out of the way, and sprang to his feet. The thing pulled the blade from the floor, and lunged again and again at him. He ducked under one of the blows, and slammed his fist into its throat, with enough power to send it to the ground. He planted his boot on the arm holding the sword, and his other on the things now exposed throat. He reached for his Battle rifle and held it level at the things head.

"You fight with unparalleled furry, but you can't match our strength Spartan. You will fall before either the covenant or our legions." The creature attempted to pull his leg from its throat. "You will fall to us like ALL before you, the forerunners failed, their Rings didn't kill us, they didn't end our conquest of the galaxy, merely delayed it. And you, you who fight with archaic weapons, DARE DEFY US!" an explosion was heard from several floors down. "WE will never forget, WE will never end, and WE will last!"

"Taire et aller en enfer." He shot a burst into its head; the things body jerked and went limp. He sprinted out of the atrium and followed both the signs, and directions he was given earlier. He stumbled slightly as a large explosion rocked the station violently. He saw the pods in front of him. A hundred feed away, with noting between him, and it, but a good 30 Flood. He pulled out the Battle rifle and started moving forward steadily firing burst after burst, dropping the Flood left and right. When the clip clicked empty he dropped the rifle, and pulled out his knife, and made a run for it, he was half way there and past all the Flood, when that strange thing dropped down from in front of it, its helmet cracked open revealing a deformed over stretched human face. He tackled into it and pushed forward, before jumping up and planting his feet into its chest, crushing it upon landing and ramming his knife into its chest, and dragging it across. He left the knife and dove into the pod, sealed the door, and hit the launch by the pilots seat. As the door sealed he heard the thing say one last thing

"The Gravemind will end you."

He wasn't sure if this was a warning or a prophecy; but it didn't matter now, he sat in the pilot's seat and began to work the controls. When the station blew up. He tried to pull the pod out of the way of debris, but was too slow, a large chunk of burning semi molten hull slammed into the side of the pod sending it reeling away. He was slammed into the side of the pods window with force to smash through the glass, and like all the air in the ship, he was pulled into the vacuum of space.

"G-014 do you read what your status is?" came the woman voice over his helmets comm.

"Still alive, but I'm floating in the vacuum of space ... could I get picked up."

"No problem Spartan, sending in a Longsword ETA 5 minutes."

"On second thought...today wasn't too bad." He grinned mischievously as he latched onto a chunk of debris.