Spartan U-185

by demonicalfox777

This is going to be about the Chief, Arbiter, and my OC, Spartan U-185. This will go through the entire Halo 3 campaign hopefully. I am open to ideas, suggestions, and OC's. Basically, if you want to see it in this then let me know. Rated T for language, graphical descriptions, and just because its awesome.

1. Chapter 1

Spartan U-185

*Authors note*

I do not own Halo or any of its characters, plots, titles, or references. I do own any O.C.'s that appear in the story. All rights are reserved for 343 Industries and Bungie. This will be set during the events of Halo 3. In this, the Master Chief will be followed by the Arbiter and my original character, Spartan U-185. The U in his tag stands for Upsilon, so I'll be calling him that. This will start off right before the mission Floodgate will take place. From there on, Upsilon will follow the Chief threw the campaign. I'll be editing the campaign's story line so that it's not just another recap on the campaign. Now it begins…

Chief, this is Miranda Keys, do you copy? Chief heard threw the now working communications piece in his helmet. Commander, I read you. Chief replied. Good, what's the status on those covenant AA's? She asked. Clear Commander, the skies are yours. Chief replied. Good, listen I'm sending a pelican to your position with a new teammate, play nice. She cut off communications before Chief could utter a protest. Now looking at the Arbiter, who was just as skeptical as he was, decided to wait for the pelican to arrive.

About five minutes later, the green transport hovered over the ground and opened its rear hatch. Out stepped another Spartan in red morjoner armor, complete with customized armor pieces. His helmet was an old EOD helmet with an orange visor. His shoulder plates where ODST issues. His chest plate was a collar breacher with a tactical knife on his shoulder. He stood about as tall as the Arbiter. He walked over to the Chief and saluted him. Your name and rank Spartan? Chief demanded. Sergeant Spartan Upsilon 185, Sir! He answered. Sir, I have word from Commander Keyes. Go ahead. Sir, I'm to be assigned to your team until further notice. Team? Chief asked. You and the Arbiter, you two work so well together that most people consider you a team, and now it's official.

So, you are to accompany us in our mission to destroy the prophet? The Arbiter asked, now joining in on the conversation. That's right. All of a sudden communications roared to life. Chief, slip space portal opening up right on top of you. Commander Keyes updated. Looking around, they spotted the giant purple portal. Out of it emerged a covenant corvette. Something's not right, breathed the Arbiter. Using his helmets optics, Upsilon zoomed in on the enemy vessel. Your right, there's some kind of growth all over the ship. The flood. Chief deadpanned. The flood? Upsilon inquired. It's a parasitic organism that grows and gains knowledge by consuming its fallen enemies and brethren. Answered the Arbiter. Sounds fun. I wouldn't joke about the flood if I were you, they are a very series threat, and they are not to be taken lightly, demon. Retorted the Arbiter. Demon? Asked Upsilon. The elites pet name for Spartans. It's because we always seem to cheat death. Answered the Chief. It seems fitting for our line of work. Replied Upsilon. How's 'bout you shut your god dammed mouths and get a move on! Yelled Sergeant Major Johnson. He is right, we have already spent too much time here. Let us get a move on. With that the Arbiter took point, heading in the direction of the crash site.

Keeping an eye out for the first sign of danger, Upsilon was constantly glancing at his motion tracker on his helmet's HUD. As they approached the first set of buildings, an unearthly roar was let loose from the rooftops above. Upsilon grabbed his battle rifle from his back and waited for the upcoming attack, but it never came. The flood, instead of attacking the trio, turned and jumped into a platoon of marines on the other side of the buildings. All of a sudden the battle net was lit up with the screams and only occasional order from the marine platoon. Throwing all caution into the wind, Upsilon ran down the trashed street towards the screams. The Arbiter and Chief quickly followed suit. Upon turning around the corner, Chief and the Arbiter stopped in their tracks, eyes wide in shock. Upsilon was taking the flood on in hand to hand combat and winning. However the marines were less fortunate as they had arrived too late. By the time it was over, Upsilon was covered in slime and other things from his engagement. Chief approached him from behind and turned him around to face him. What the fuck was that! Chief demanded. What was what? Upsilon asked now looking around at the carnage and mess that he had wrought. You took off as fast as a ghost, and we came around the corner to find this! The Arbiter gestured around them. That was one of my specialties. One of your specialties? Chief asked. Yes, I've been trained to specialize in hand to hand combat and demolitions. Replied Upsilon. Well we are a team, and you can't be taking off like that. We need to stick together. If we all went our separate ways than we all would end up dead. Said the Chief. Fine, I won't run off again. Now can we get a move on? They started to move into the warehouse area at a slow jog with the Arbiter on point. They heard gunshots and yelling as moved further in. Now speeding up they found the source of the noises. A squad of marines were making a stand against the oncoming flood and were badly outnumbered. Hey ugly! Upsilon taunted. Three of the ten combat flood forms turned towards the trio. As soon as they caught their attention, Upsilon let loose a hailstorm from his battle rifle, while the chief and the Arbiter flanked the hoard of flood. Once the flood were eliminated the trio and squad of marines move further into the warehouse. It wasn't long until they encountered more flood. The marines fired from the safety of the cargo crates while the Arbiter and the Chief moved up the middle, and Upsilon threw grenades into concentrated pockets of flood to thin the ranks a little bit. When the flood lay dead among the floor, they all moved up to the catwalk above where Upsilon picked up a flamethrower from the corpse of a dead marine. Sorry man, but you won't use it anyways. Was all that was said. Upon breaking through a glass wall, they stood in a small hallway, and at the end was at least seven flood combat forms all looking directly at them. Chief, Arbiter, get behind me! Yelled Upsilon. Once they were out of the way, Upsilon let loose a torrent of flames his flamethrower. In no time the flood were nothing more than burnt corpses that may have been human at one point. This is going to be a long day. Breathed Upsilon.

Moving forward, still protecting the marines, they came across a checkpoint of sorts. It was really just a sandbag wall with a 50-cal. facing down a hallway, with some weapon racks here and there. What caught their attention was a marine huddled in corner of the room holding a magnum. He was apparently having a nervous breakdown as he kept repeating something about his squad being infected in hysterical manner. The Chief walked over to him and pulled him to his feet. What is wrong with you? The flood have attacked Earth and your sitting here with your eyes shut and cowering in a corner. You're a marine, and its time you started acting like it. Now pull it together and grab a weapon marine. Chief said. The soldier had regained some of his sanity at this point and picked up an assault rifle off one of the weapon racks. Thanks Chief, I needed that. The marine thanked. A nod from the Chief was all he had received. Turning around, Upsilon addressed the marine squad from earlier. Stay here and make sure nothing hostile comes through. If we find any other marines, well send back here. Then he, Chief, and the Arbiter continued in the direction of the crash site. They made it outside, the battle net came alive again as Commander Keys and Johnson addressed them. Chief, Epsilon, Arbiter, we've found something. Keyes declared. What is it? Chief inquired. It's Cortana Chief. She's on that ship! Johnson proclaimed. Chief, you and your team need to get in there and find her now before the infection spreads too far. Keyes ordered. Just then, covenant corvette flew overhead. A new voice joined in on the conversation. This is the shipmaster of the Ardent Prayer, we will help you fight back this outbreak. Get your construct, then get out of there. We will glass this sight to prevent any further infestation. The corvette shook as it launched drop pods from its hull. Chief, now more determined than ever, took point as they fought their way to the crashed ship. With the assistance of the newly arrived elites they made good progress in little time. Chief with his assault rifle, Arbiter with his energy sword, and Epsilon with his flamethrower, destroyed any opposing flood. Upon reaching a set if shipment containers, they encountered a different kind of flood. This one resembled something close to a hunter. Even a chieftain would have a hard time trying to be bigger than this pile of shit. It gave off a moan like roar than charge forward. It backhanded an elite minor with enough force that it sent him fling into a wall where he impacted with a sickening crunch. He was dead before he hit the ground. His comrades stared in disbelief at their fallen friend, then roared in blind rage. They drew their energy swords and rushed the massive hulking flood unit, but they were no match for it as it sent them all flying through the air on into the ground. Now it was just down to the Chief, Arbiter, and Epsilon to take it down. Chief ran for cover as the thing started to sling objects at them. The Arbiter used his suits camouflage ability to covertly move around. That left Epsilon as its only target. It started to advance on him menacingly. As soon as it was within range, Epsilon let loose with his flamethrower and lit it on fire. It still kept coming towards him though. Epsilon's flamethrower ran out of fuel just then, unfortunately. Chief jumped up from his cover and let loose with his assault rifle and the Arbiter launched a wave of plasma from the new found plasma rifles that he recovered from his fallen brethren. Their concentrated fire confused the thing as it didn't know who to go after. This gave Epsilon an opening as he unsheathed his knife and plunged it into the things chest down to the hilt, and then he twisted, thus finally killing it as it fell over dead. That fucking thing would NOT die! Epsilon declared, while yanking his knife free from it. Yes, it was stubborn to die, but it took many with it. The Arbiter added as he looked around at the fallen elites.

Now nothing stood between them and the crashed ship that contained within it, Chief's beloved construct. Let's move before more of them show up, ordered the Chief. Setting off for the downed ship, they moved carefully through the wreckage. Upsilon picked up a covenant carbine from a wayward covenant weapon case. You do know how to use that, right? Asked the Arbiter. Yes, I've been trained to use covenant weapons. Replied Epsilon. Very well, now let us continue. The Arbiter took the lead from there, moving up a ramp towards the opening of the ship. Demons, go inside and reclaim the construct, I will remain here and let nothing pass. Said the Arbiter. Chief glanced at Epsilon and then jumped down the hole. Epsilon followed suit. At the bottom of the hole, they were greeted with slime covered walls, floors, and even the ceilings were covered in this muck. You know, I'm starting to really miss that flamethrower right about now. Epsilon stated. Maybe we can get you listed as flamethrower unit for our team. After all, you seem quite skilled with one on your possession. Replied Chief.

Now continuing further inside, they encountered other corpses that weren't flood. Who were they? Epsilon asked, gesturing to the dead elites. Probably remains of an early strike team. Chief replied. All of a sudden, Chief doubled over clutching his helmet in obvious pain. Chief, what's wrong? Epsilon asked. Just after that, he too followed suit in doubling over in pain. All either of them could hear was this loud booming voice that had been the source of this terrible pain. I am the Gravemind, you are the one she calls Chief. You come to try and stop me, just as your forefathers have, and you shall fail, just as they did and those before them! But this one is new. Yes, I have no knowledge of this one. But all shall be revealed in time.

And just like that the voice was gone. As soon as it had came, it vanished as if it was never there. What the FUCK was that! Epsilon yelled. That was the Gravemind, the commander of the flood species I guess you could say. Chief replied. Okay, but what was it exactly? Epsilon inquired. Well it's a collection of everyone's memories and knowledge that the flood has consumed. Think of it as a storage device. Every time a flood vessel reanimates a person, it send that persons memories and knowledge to the Gravemind, it acting like a storage device. Then it utilizes the memories to coordinate the flood against the defenses that the species has.

That's just messed up, let's get what we came for and leave. I suddenly don't feel like we're alone in here. Now trying to press on, the duo of Spartans moved further inside until they came to a sort of main chamber looking area. In the center of this strange room was a glowing object that was periodically flashing. This almost looks like a trap. Stated Epsilon. Probably is. Agreed Chief. They walked right up to the object in question, and picked it up. Suddenly a phantom hovered overhead, and from said phantom, a floating object descended down towards them. It looked like a high-tech camera that moved on its own. It really shocked Epsilon when the thing started talking. Eventually, Chief and the thing came to an agreement or something as Chief surrendered the flashing object to the camera. Afterwards they were all picked up via the phantom's gravity lift.

They were taken aboard the Ardent Prayer, and were immediately escorted to the bridge of the ship. When they entered the room, they were greeted by the faces of Miranda Keyes, the Arbiter, Lord Hood, the floating camera, and other people that Epsilon didn't recognize. On the monitors was displayed a live video of the glassing process that was taking place above the crash site. The floating camera, The Oracle as it is known, was making repairs on the device. Lord Hood was beginning to lose patience and it was beginning to show as he suggested one of the marine technicians to make the repairs. The shipmaster declined it without much consideration almost immediately. Success! The Oracle declared in its robotic voice. A small woman, about six or seven inches high, appeared over the device. I'm sorry, it's only a message. The Oracle said. Let it play. Ordered the shipmaster. Chief, the Gravemind, it's not safe it. It's on its way to Earth with an army of flood. But there is a way to stop it, through the portal, there is a solution. Go through the portal, and bring back this solution.

We will go through this portal, find this solution, and kill the bastard Truth. The shipmaster yelled out. We will remain here, and hold out for as long as we can. Lord Hood announced in a somber tone. If what your construct said is true, than your world is already doomed. The shipmaster argued. Chief, do you trust her? Lord Hood asked. Sir, yes. Chief answered. Then you, Epsilon, and the Arbiter will go through that portal, and find Cortana's solution, and bring it back. Sir, I have one request. Chief asked. And what would that be? Lord Hood asked. That Epsilon may be permanently equipped with a flamethrower. He shows good skill with it and it made it easier to fight the flood. Then it's settled, Epsilon will be your teams flamethrower unit. Head down to the armory before you leave and grab one and some fuel tanks to go with it. Thank you sir. Chief spoke. Oh, and one more thing. You're a team now, and a team needs a team name. Hood stated. Epsilon, Chief, and the Arbiter glanced at each other and nodded in unison. Task Force First Decent. Chief spoke. Then its settled. From henceforth you'll be known as Task Force First Decent. Hood declared. From there, First Decent went to the pelican that was waiting in the hanger to take them to the Dawn to get armored up.

Once they all left the pelican, they all headed for the armory to get re-equipped for god knows what hell they were about to jump into. Once in the armory, the quartermaster addressed them. The Arbiter just took a seat on an unoccupied bench in the corner because he will get weapons from the elites armory back on the Ardent Prayer. The quartermaster helped Chief first, since Epsilon offered to go second.

All right Chief, what exactly we're you looking for anyways. We've got assault rifles, battle rifles, shotguns, SMG's, rocket launchers, sniper rifles. Hell, you look like you could carry a god dammed turret if I gave you one. The quartermaster exclaimed rather enthusiastically. Just an assault rifle and sniper rifle. Chief requested. Well alright. He replied while taking the requested weapons off the racks. Now what would you want? The quartermaster asked, turning to face the so far silent Spartan. Epsilon was almost jumping with excitement. An armory to a Spartan was the equivalent of a candy store and a seven year old. Looking around at the various killing tools that were hanging on the walls, Epsilon spotted a flamethrower on the back wall. How 'bout that? Epsilon asked while pointing to the weapon. What could you want a flamethrower for? The quartermaster inquired. The flood are highly combustible enemies. Plus it's really fun to use. Alright, that's a fare answer. Replied the quartermaster with a shrug. Now, what else do you want? He asked. I'll take a battle rifle. Epsilon stated. Good choice. The quartermaster stated. Now handing over the requested weapons, First decent left the armory and headed to the hanger where they would receive their orders.

After entering the hanger, they made their way to the pelican where Miranda Keyes was waiting for them. First Decent, she began while bringing up a map on the data pad that she held, I have your orders. Arbiter, you are to assist the elites in securing positions for vehicle drops. Once that's done, you'll link up with Chief and Epsilon and head to the objective. He nodded in agreement. Chief, Epsilon, you two will drop in with a squad pf ODST's on a plateau and move to take these strategic positions. She said, indicating different areas on the data pad. With their new orders in mind, Task Force First Decent boarded the aircraft that would drop them feet first into hell.