UNSC ATLANTIS OUTPOST LOCATED ON THE ANVIL ISLANDS

FEBUARY 9TH, 2558

1 YEAR AFTER THE REQUIEM CAMPAIGN

Atlantis. The 3rd least desired piece of real-estate in the galaxy. Only 2 other locations were less desirable. Valhalla and Blood Gulch. But that is

another story. This story focuses on a different bunch of soldiers who aren't the sharpest knives in the box. A small group of Spartan IVs who have been

moved from the UNSC Infinity and now take residence here. They're no Noble Team or Fire Team Crimson but they get the job done. They are Fire Team

Destro. And this is one of their many stories.

On the Anvil island there was a large structure that looked like a hybrid of a Blood Gulch base, a Valhalla base, and a regular everyday house. On

one of the Buildings platforms stood 2 armored soldiers. On bore the Mark 6 armor with a black visor. His armor seemed less bulky than most of the other

Spartan IV units. It was covered in a red color scheme with gray highlights. He held the Squad Assault Weapon, or S.A.W, with a battle rifle attached to his back. His companion wore the complete ODST armor and was covered in white with green highlights and a blue visor on his helmet. He held 2 SMGs with a

rocket launcher strapped to his back. The red and grey soldier looked at the other trooper. "Hey, you ever wonder why we're here." He asked. The white and

green one looked at him. "Is it really necessary to use a Red vs. Blue reference while we are standing right here?" he asked. "I just felt like it. It reminded

me of the good old Blood Gulch Chronicles." The red one said. The duo stayed silent for a moment before the white one asked, "Want to go inside and play

Halo 4?" "Yeah. I'm bored out of my skull here." the red one replied. The two then proceeded to enter their base. They plopped on a fancy red couch that

seemed similar to a movie theater chair and turned the Xbox 360 on and started to play the game of the year edition of Halo 4. "Hey Burn, have you seen

where I put my sketch book at?" a voice echoed from a nearby room. "I think you left it in the computer room." The red one, now known as Burn the

Spartan, replied. There was the sound of footsteps and a door opening. "Thanks." was heard from the upstairs. On the screen Burn and the white Spartan

(known as El Mattador de crazy or Matt for short) were battling the Covenant Remnant on the remains of the Forward unto Dawn. They had just gotten to the

point where the duo found out that they were surrounded by a Covenant fleet and the landing craft began to flank them. "You take the ones on the left I'll

take the ones on the right." Matt said as the duo charged. Burn had just taken out an Elite when a voice over the intercom interrupted him. "Hicks has been

trying to find your Mountain Dew Voltage stash again and was caught in one of the traps…again!" The voice said. "Not again. Thanks Rico." Burn said as he

paused his game and got up. He down a few halls to where he kept his supply and found a maroon and yellow Spartan in Ricochet armor hanging upside

down with 2 auto-turrents pointed at them. "A little help?" The maroon one asked. "I think it would be better to let you hang there for, hm, let's say a couple

of hours. Won't that be fun?" Burn asked. "Hey F # you dude." The upside down soldier said. "Let's make it 3 months then." Burn countered. The maroon

soldier sighed. "Fine. I won't try to steal your Mountain Dew Voltage anymore." He said. "And?" Burn said. "And I will stop Screen spying in Halo and say I

was using the motion tracker." "And?" "And I will stop throwing T.P. on your Mantis." "And?" "I'll stop stealing your video games." "And?" "I'll stop going into

your room without your permission." "And?" I'll stop making fun of your Godzilla movies." "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNDDDDDDDDDDD?"

the maroon one sighed. "I'll be the team dirt bag." "ANDDDDDDDD?" "I'll stop annoying the crap out of you, NOW WILL YOU PLEASE HELP ME DOWN!?" Burn

gave a small chuckle. "Stand down. Code Word: bahelbljerky." He said. The turrents deactivated and the rope let go of the Spartan who fell on the floor with

a loud thud. "Ow." He simply said. "Hope you learned you lesson Hicks." Burn said as he walked away. "I hate you." Hicks murmured under his breath. "I

know!" Burn shouted down the hall way.

In a small bedroom, a Spartan was sitting on a stool in front of an isle. He wore the Scout armor and was white with yellow highlights. He was attempting

to recreate the image that was on his computer. The picture depicted Starkiller, The secret apprentice of Darth Vader from the Force Unleashed Games, in

the Sith Stalker armor clashing lightsabers with Luke Skywalker. He concentrated. He was nearly finished. All he needed to do was complete one final part of

the drawing. If anything happened the drawing would be ruined and he would have to start over again. He put his pencil on the image, eager to complete his

work. "WHATZ UP?!" Hicks said as he kicked the door open. This caused the Scout Spartan's hand to slip and the image was ruined by a squiggly line that

spread across the picture. "HICKS, I WAS ALMOST DONE WITH THAT! IT TOOK ME 4 DAYS TO GET THIS FAR. 4 DAYS!" the white one screamed. "Ok, I get it.

It took you a long time to draw a stupid picture you don't have to overeatc about it Grant." Hicks said with little interest. "I AM GOING TEAR OUT ONE OF

YOUR RIBS AND SHOVE IT INTO YOUR SKULL!" Grant screamed. Hicks then darted out of the room pursued by Grant. "Would it help if I said I was sorry?"

Hicks asked. "NOO!" Grant yelled back. The two ran past Burn and El Mattador who were still on the couch playing Halo 4. Then a tiny red hologram of a man

in Mark 4 Spartan armor appeared next to Burn. "Shouldn't you guys help Hicks?" the A.I. asked. "Na. let Grant beat him senseless. Just remember to record

it on the cameras so I can watch it later." Burn replied. "You sure you don't want to watch it happen right now?" Matt asked. "We are about to beat the

game." Burn answered. "You've already beaten the game 4 times now. Do you really need to go for 5?" Rico asked. "I like to practice for when there is a Halo

4 tournament that I can partake in." Burn said. Rico simply shrugged and disappeared while Burn and Matt continued to play their beloved game, ignoring

Hicks' pleas for mercy while Grant began to pummel him.