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Frisk awoke in a dark chasm with a flicker of light coming down from the surface, a destroyed stairway preventing her from climbing back up.

"I fell...how am I not dead?" She asked herself. There was a loud noise from the surface, fearing that the gang was still there, she moved farther into the cavern. She never noticed the Sage green and Cyan Blue Wrath Anhur armored figure that landed as she left. Spartan Andrew pulled up the MA5D COG Assault Rifle and gazed through the square-shaped sights, Frisk's retreating figure outlined in green.

"Mission spotted." He said, slowly stepping forward as not to make to much noise and attract any hostiles.

Frisk came to rest at a patch of grass with a single golden flower poking from the ground. To her curiosity, the flower had a face and mouth.

"Howdy! I'm Flowey! Flowey the Flower!" The Flower spoke.

"I'm." Frisk started, but was interrupted when the flower spoke again.

"Golly! You must be new to the Underground here! Someone ought to teach you how things work around here!" Flowey spoke, and Frisk's view darkened as she saw a red heart in her chest.

"That red thing is your Soul. The culmination of your entire being." Flowey said, looking discretely behind her sensing a LV 50 approaching, "It starts of weak, but frows stronger when you gain LV. What's LV stand for? Why, LOVE of course!"

Frisk let out a sigh of relief hearing the word love.

"Through here, we share LOVE through...little white..."Friendliness pellets." of course!" Flowey said.

"PERVERT! WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!" Frisk shouted, gagging slightly. (1)

"Why you..." Flowey growled, gaining a sinister face, "In this world, it's KILL OR BE KILLED!" With that yell, seed-like white pellets surrounded her, and started closing in. "DIE!"

Andrew didn't know what to think, a talking flower? A glowing red heart appearing in his "mission's" chest? What he did know is that "Flowey" was attacking his mission, making him a threat...and threats must be eliminated.

He charged forward, a blue heart faintly appearing under his armor and grabbed Frisk; before activating the suit's thrusters and shoulder charging through the "friendliness pellets" before landing a punch onto the flower's "face", making the face fly backwards before recoiling in place due to it's flexible stalk. Frisk was surprised to see the armored being, before realizing this must be the Spartan they tasked with her safety.

He hefted the MA5D COG Assault Rifle and aimed at the Flower, only for a fireball to send it flying. Andrew held up the Assault Rifle at the approaching figure, who was surrounded by a yellow outline on the scope.

"What a terrible creature, torturing an innocent youth." Toriel said, looking to where she sent the Flower flying to.

"Greetings. I am Toriel." She said, turning around, and looking tense as she spotted the armored soldier. "I mean you no harm."

"I can't be sure of that. I'm in charge of protecting her." Andrew said, keeping the Assault Rifle trained on the goat monster. Toriel could tell he had a lot of LV for some reason, but was genuine when he said he was there to protect the child.

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"After a FLOWER attacked, please forgive me if I'm not so sure." He said, lifting his visor-ed head away from the scope to look at her face. Toriel slowly approached and stood by him, keeping her hands in his view to show that she meant no harm. She placed her hands on his shoulders, letting the nozzle of the Assault Rifle poke at her head.

"I give my word as the Queen of the Underground that I mean no harm." She said, and the Assault Rifle shook slightly, "Is something the matter?"

Frisk watched as the Spartan's hands shook. He looked...human. Not like the larger than life stories she heard about Spartans.

"I've...This has never happened before." Andrew said, staring at the Assault Rifle before slinging it back onto his back where it magnetically locked in place "I've always been sent after humans and aliens that are so murderous they would kill you within a heartbeat. I've never...seen anyone willing to put themselves in danger to prove they mean no harm."

"Oh you poor thing." Toriel said, rubbing the side of the helmet, "You're a human aren't you?"

"I made the choice to be a Spartan. Someone willing to put aside their humanity for the survival of others. I thought...that'd I'd finally be someone worth something." He said, gaze lowering towards Toriel's feet. Frisk cautiously approached the Spartan and rested a hand on the cool metal of the armor on his right arm.

"I...Even killed ALL the members of a dangerous gang chasing after her, even though there may even be more of them. Of course I was given the go-ahead to do so by command...every person had killed many innocent lives...and I took their lives without blinking." He said, shoulders shaking, "My duty...as a soldier...as a Spartan...is to protect humanity...whatever the cost." He said, shoulders stopped shaking.

"You poor thing. You talk like being a person and being a soldier are two separate things. Soldiers ARE people!" Toriel said, smiling down at Frisk, who was gazing at her with a perplexed expression.

"The poor person here thought he had to be unfeeling to be a protector." Toriel said, grasping Frisk's hand, "I'm just reminding him that it's not the case."

"Forgive me my poor manners." Andrew said, "Spartan Andrew, serial number Two Four Nine Zero Zero Eight Dash Zero Four One Eight A P. Spartan 4 Headhunter division, primed for duty."

Frisk made a confused noise at hearing the serial number, not able to memorize it instantly. Toriel just smiled at them.

"Come with me, I will guide you through the ruins.

Toriel moved to flip some switches, which were clearly labeled for anyone walking by, and moved past some Froggits.

"Despite my husband and I saying not to,sometimes, a monster MAY attack. If that's the case, it's best to strike up a friendly conversation. Usually, it's out of fear that they attack." Toriel said.

"Conversation? Really?" Andrew asked, skeptical.

"Think of it as a way to prevent war." Toriel said, and Frisk skipped along with the monster who was showing her a lot of kindness and love. She felt like she wanted to stay...but then, she felt the device in her pocket with the picture, and she remembered Lily. She immediately felt selfish and guilty. Seeing her expression change, Andrew put a shoulder on her hand.

"Don't worry. We'll get her." He said.

"Excuse me?" Toriel said, glancing back, "What does that mean?"

"Remember how I said that I eliminated a gang after her? She fled from the safety of the military center to lead them away from her little sister." Andrew said, and Toriel's eyes widened.

"Such a brave youth." She said, smiling down at Frisk, who looked nervously back up at her.

"It may be possible to get her here for her safety, as we don't know how many members are in the Epsilon gang. Of course, we'd need to find a safe way to get her here." Andrew said.

"There IS another entrance at a capital made before we moved by Hotlands." Toriel said, pulling a map of the underground from a pocket in her dress.

"I see..." He said, gazing at the map and pulling up a map on his visor.

"Command. This is Spartan Headhunter Andrew. Serial Number 249008-0418AP. I've secured a safe location for the witness to hide out in as we act upon the information received. Requesting that the young sister is brought to the coordinates sent along with weapons and vehicles." He said, lifting a hand to his helmet as he dialed command.

"Permission granted. Transferring civilian in 48 hours with a M-12B LRV Warthog using Pelican Dropship to watch over safety. Please confirm weapons to be delivered."
 A voice from command echoed in his helmet.

"Sentinel Battle Rifle, Kinetic Bolts DMR, Silenced SMG, Quicksilver Energy Sword, Whiplash Railgun, and The Answer SAW." Andrew said, listing off some weapons he used the most, "all full ammunition capacity."

"Granted. Though I do have a question...Why?" The voice said.

"...It's better to be prepared than sorry." He said firmly, cutting off the call.

Frisk glanced around at the ruins, seeing holes in the walls and a dummy that bricks had fallen onto.

"I do apologize." Toriel said, holding Frisk's hand, "I moved to Snowdin with my kids, and haven't really kept this place nice, especially with that earthquake from those ships after the barrier broke. Everyone's afraid of going to the surface, despite being free."

Frisk looked up at Toriel, "I understand." She said, and Toriel knelt down and hugged her.

"Even with a truce with the Sangheili, there's still tension about Fragments of the Covenant or possibility of another discovery of the Flood Parasite." Andrew said, "The Storm Covenant has been giving trouble...and then...across different planets, unexplained power loss and destruction among rebuilding colonies now."

They approached a walkway with spikes on the ground and Toriel tightened her grip on Frisk's hand, "Follow me exactly please. This seems too dangerous to go alone."

Andrew followed Frisk, who was being led through the spike maze by Toriel.

"So, what was that about?" Toriel said as they finally made it past the maze.

"I've gotten permission from Command to bring Frisk's sister here for her safety, but I requested more weapons to fit the situation in case the worst happened. Better to have it and not need it." The Spartan said, "But I need to be seen with this young lady here in order to confirm her safety and receive her sister in two days."

"So you need to go to the other side of Mt. Ebott in two days to get her little sister?" Toriel said, leading them to a room with a dead tree in front of a ruined house. The windows were blown out, tiles were falling off the roof, which had holes in it, and the door had fallen off. Froggits and Whisums moved around like they owned the place. Andrew slunk in ahead of Toriel and brought out his Magnum pistor, scanning the area. Upon entering a kitchen, he spotted a broken sink constantly poured water, which a young Froggit was splashing in. Andrew had his motion tracker pulse, sending a signal to track down any movement or hidden person. Seeing only the yellow dots of Froggits and Whishums, he moved down the other hallway, while Frisk watched him with a confused, yet worried gaze.

"Worry not, my child. He's just checking the area." Toriel said, and Frisk looked up at her in confusion, "My husband has a guard dedicated to our safety. They often check new areas for any threats to us."

"I see...My name's Frisk!" Frisk said, smiling at Toriel, who picked her up and hugged her.

"It's a beautiful name, my child." Toriel said.

Andrew entered what looked like an abandoned room for children. There were two beds with moth eaten pillows and blankets with springs breaking through the mattress. The walls were bare. He grabbed his head, remembering similar scenes from Covenant attacks, and then stood up, walking back to Toriel without a word.

"Is everything okay?" Toriel said, setting Frisk down.

"Yes...Just the empty room...brought back bad memories..." He said, and Toriel's eyes softened in understanding.

"Come, I will show you the way to our house." Toriel said, leading them down a flight of stairs to a hallway made up of purple bricks. There was a long path with a thick forest on either side. Sunlight poked through holes in the mountain, and Andrew could see a few clearings in the forest where there were scorch marks from Covenant Plasma bombardments.

"They even affected the underground." Andrew whispered to himself, as they approached a bridge made up of wood. He stopped as Toriel and Frisk crossed it.

They made it to a...conveniently human-shaped lamp next to a sentry post before noticing that Andrew wasn't following them.

"Young soldier? Is something the matter?" Toriel asked, looking at the Spartan staring at the short bridge. He took some steps back, and then charged forward, thrusters activating in the back of his suit. He jumped and the thrusters burst for a split section with their full power and he went skidding across the snow, before rolling and kneeling in a crouch.

"Not bad, I'd give him a 7." A male voice said from the sentry station and the trio turned their gazes to Sans sitting at the post. His eye sockets were dark, before the white pupils reappeared and flickered to Toriel.

"I'd say a 6, he did crouch." Chara said, poking her head up from behind the desk, "Sans, I still can't find the chocolate!"

"He means no harm, he was a soldier tasked with making sure this youth is unharmed." Toriel said, "And Chara, what did I say about chocolate before dinner?"

She looked away as Sans grabbed her hand. "Not to eat too much or I'll spoil my dinner."

"Don't worry my child, I'm going to try a recipe for a chocolate pie I found for desert." Toriel said, and Chara gave an excited gasp.

"Is my Bro making Spaghetti?" Sans asked.

"No, I am helping Papyrus prepare some lasagna with seasoned garlic toast and an appetizer of Ricotta Spinach Tarts." Toriel replied, and Frisk's stomach growled.

Andrew watched on with interest, though his Spartan Augmentation could make him last days with a minimal amount of food, those dishes did sound good.

"Of course you're invited, young soldier." She said, making him step back in shock. He reached up to his helmet, the visor going dark, and pulled it off. His skin was pale after wearing his armor for long periods of time, and the brown eyes seemed to stare into her soul. His cropped brown hair with a slight stubble around his chin stood out from his pale face.

"Are you sure? I mean, this suit weighs 1,000 pounds! No chair can hold THAT! And...I'm not wearing anything under it..." He finished quietly.

Sans burst out laughing at the last part of the statement. "Well I guess we can say you're not...DRESSED for success!" He said, making Chara and Toriel snicker.

"Don't worry, if nothing else, you can always sit on the floor." Toriel said, and Andrew nodded before putting his helmet back on, the yellow Saturnine color flaring to life and making the engraved Death's Head stand out.

Chara stared at him, as if judging him. "How high?" She whispered to Sans.

"Kids a 1...armored guy is 50" He whispered back, eye sockets dark.

"Then what is he waiting for? From my experiences Humans lash out at what they don't know! He had more than enough opportunities to kill mom...so...why didn't he? If he's a soldier, and from the stories humans say about monsters, he should have killed her for being a threat!" Chara said, utterly confused.

"Hmmm..." Sans whispered, "Could it be possible..."

"Could what be possible?" Chara asked him, red eyes staring into Sans' eye sockets.

"Even if it isn't at the level you were...what if he's an outcast too?" Sans asked, and Chara's eyes widened at the possibility, "I mean, a thing I got from him while I judged him was 'willing to do whatever is needed for others'...so he became a soldier to be less of an outcast?"

"Sans...You always were the smart one between us." Chara said, wrapping her arms around him and picking him up, "I'm glad I met you."

"So am I..." Sans said, looking away with a slight blush, "Then again, imagine what Papyrus' cooking would be like without your mom teaching him!"

Chara burst out laughing, nearly dropping Sans, "He'd probably serve it so frozen it sticks to the table!"

"Oh by the way, where is Asriel?" Toriel questioned.

"He's in the shop." Sans said, with Chara adding "Again."

"Oh? He goes there quite a lot." Toriel said, "should I be worried?"

Chara snickered before saying "He really likes the shopkeeper."

Toriel snickered herself, "Oh. And she honestly likes him?"

Andrew watched this banter, turning his head back and forth between Chara and Toriel. Frisk giggled at the gossip the mother and daughter were sharing, and then her hand bumped against her pocket and her smile dropped. Toriel turned in time to see Frisk frown.

"My child?" Frisk went into her pocket and pulled out the device, turning on the picture. Toriel and Chara were now curious, and leaned over to see the family picture.

"My sister and I are orphans from the attack six years ago." Frisk said, "This was taken months before it happened."

"I am so sorry my Child." Toriel said, hugging Frisk close and picking her up as she began to cry.

"My mom and dad, threw us down and made us roll in the dirt when it happened. Then they told us to hide under the bushes. I took my sister and did so...and they ran, but those ape aliens killed them, one with a giant bat-like thing. I was lucky to cover my sister's eyes before it happened."

"Brutes. Sounds like a Gravity Hammer." Andrew added.

"Sounds to me like they made you hide your scent." Chara said, and Andrew turned to look at her.

"Those creatures do have a better sense of smell than humans do." He said, "Probably making you hide your scent saved your lives."

Frisk nodded, tears still trailing down her face as Andrew paced anxiously. Chara and Sans noticed him pacing, but said nothing. They could tell something was agitating him, something about the attack she was talking about. Toriel held Frisk in her arms and rocked her, speaking calmly as she slowly cried herself to sleep.

"So, uh? You know something about that attack?" Sans finally spoke.

"I was just a marine when it happened. Honestly it could have been a LOT worse! There were three ships attacking the city as they headed to another continent, but there had been FIFTEEN ships that appeared outside of the orbital defenses." Andrew said, "Later on, a large fleet appeared, but headed straight for another continent."

Chara said nothing, eyes narrowed in thought.

"So...they attacked, just because they could?" Sans asked.

"That's basically how the war started, they attacked us when we saw them and tried to make audio contact with them." Andrew said, "And then they started a genocide..."

"Genocide..." Sans said, eye sockets darkened.

"It's alright! We're all here Sans!" Chara said, holding him close.

They entered a building labeled "Shop" and saw an adult male goat monster with long curved horns wearing a green sweater and a yellow heart locket with blue jean talking to a purple rabbit shopkeeper.

"And I must say, you are looking absolutely lovely today!" The goat monster said, smiling at the rabbit monster with a slight blush.

"Gosh, yah are going to make me blush!" She said, rubbing the back of her head shyly.

"Asriel, why don't you invite your girlfriend to dinner?" Toriel said, making Asriel stiffen in shock.

"GIRLFRIEND?!" Asriel and the shopkeeper yelled in shock, both with intense blushes.

The inside of the Dreemurr home was very warm and comforting.

"How did I end up in here for dinner again?" The purple rabbit shopkeeper asked.

"Because mom's a person you can't say no to easily." Asriel said, as Andrew saw Asgore holding a small baby goat monster with red eyes and a purple bow on the top of her head wearing a pink outfit.

"You're home, Tori! I see you picked up Asriel at the Shop again!" He said, handing the baby to Asriel. She immediately started to crawl on top of his head, pulling on his horns while giggling.

"I see we have Violet over for dinner again." Asgore said, as Toriel placed Frisk on the couch, who then stirred and opened her eyes.

"Oh! My child! You're awake!" Toriel said as Asgore walked over to her.

"Oh! I see you found another youth like we found Chara long ago!" Asgore said cheerfully as Asriel pulled the baby off his head.

"Oh baby Rosa! Mommy missed you! Yes she did!" Toriel said, as the baby reached out for her and Toriel picked her up, kissing her on the head.

"So...young soldier..." Asgore said, tensing up as he turned to face Andrew, "Why are you here?"

"My mission is to ensure her safety. She brought forth important information she overheard that can get a group of VERY dangerous people off the streets." Andrew said, visor going dark as he pulled off the helmet and set it on the floor, "In two days she and I have to be at the other exit at the capital to pick up her little sister."

Asgore stared at him, then relaxed and smiled, "So you want them to stay with us?"

"To be honest, Toriel convinced me." Andrew said, "And no one will expect them to be underground...but I did call for a car and a few more weapons to be safe."

"DID YOU JUST SAY CAR?!" Papyrus shouted, running out of the kitchen with a chef's hat on and an apron that read "Kiss the Great Papyrus". Frisk stared at the excitable skeleton. Papyrus then noticed the extra guests and cleared his throat.

"Excuse me! Please allow me to introduce myself! I am the Great Papyrus! Bodyguard of Prince Asriel and member of the Royal Guard!" Papyrus said, with a flourish of his hat as he bent over in a bow.

"Wow! That must mean you're super important!" Frisk said excitably.

"Naturally, human!" Papyrus said, "But please rest while the queen and I finish dinner."

With this, Toriel handed Rosa to Andrew as she kissed Asgore on the cheek and headed back to the kitchen with Papyrus. The Spartan held the baby like she was made of glass; afraid to hurt her. She reached up and tugged at his nose a bit, making Asgore chuckle.

"She seems to like you." Asgore said, as Andrew handed Rosa to Frisk, whose hair was immediately tugged on by the baby monster while she giggled.

"It's been a long time since I held a baby...since before I was given my Spartan augmentation..." Andrew said, watching Frisk play with Rosa.

"Augmentation?" Asgore asked.

"This suit is a thousand pounds of titanium, machinery, and technology. It would crush anyone not augmented for it." Andrew said, "Though, should I ask where your bathroom is for after dinner?"

Asgore let out a hearty laugh "You do not know how monster food works, do you?" Andrew shook his head, "It's made mostly of magic and distributes into life energy after being eaten. You get all the nutrients and kick out of human food, but nothing comes out."

Frisk listened intently as she bounced Rosa on her knee, enjoying the baby's giggles. Andrew checked the decorations, spotting an MA5C Assault Rifle on the wall. Cautiously, he knelt down by his helmet.

"How did you get in possession of that Assault Rifle?" He asked, hand close to his Magnum.

"Seven dead soldiers fell down here in the attack. It seemed like a waste to leave the weapons lying on the ground after we buried them." Asgore said, and Andrew's hand relaxed as he stood up. As he did so, Sans' left eye stopped glowing blue and yellow.

There was a comfortable silence as Asriel tried to not flirt with Violet, the shopkeeper, and inadvertently kept doing so.

"Everyone~ Dinner is ready!" Toriel called from the kitchen, as the group stood up and Asgore took Rosa back from Frisk and they all went into the room. Everyone besides Andrew and Asgore sat down as Toriel and Papyrus placed the dishes on the table and Asgore placed Rosa in a high chair next to his seat. Rosa kept reaching out towards Frisk, babbling happily as Asgore chuckled.

Toriel dished out portions of the food to everyone before taking some herself, and Asgore started spoon feeding Rosa baby food. Andrew just took the plate and sat on the floor, picking up and sniffing at a spinach tart before taking a bite out of it. Smiling slightly at the taste, he took bites out of his food, occasionally turning his head to look for potential threats. Frisk was sitting next to Papyrus and took a large forkful of the lasagna.

"This food tastes amazing Papyrus!" Frisk said, huddling over her food slightly. Toriel noticed this and looked at her sadly.

"Naturally! With the queen's help, I cook nothing less than perfection!" Papyrus said proudly.

"Do you think you can teach me sometime?" Frisk asked.

"Me?" Papyrus asked in shock, "but of course!"

As dinner finished up Andrew placed the silverware in the sink and started rinsing them until Toriel nudged him away. He nodded to her, and went to the other room and placed his helmet back on, feeling more comfortable and secure with the armor on. Upon all the systems activating, he moved back to the kitchen.

"King Asgore, how long does it travel to the other entrance to the underground near the capital?" Andrew asked.

"About two days." Asgore said.

"But don't sweat it, I've got shortcuts." Sans said, "I can take you to the MTT Resort in a heartbeat, which is by the capital.

"I don't know why...but I've got a bad feeling..." Andrew said, twitching his armored fingers.

"That's a cool design on your helmet!" Papyrus shouting, "Placing an homage to your ancestors, the skeleton?"

"Wha?!" Andrew said, stunned at that declaration.

"Nyeh heh heh! Stunned at the fact I know that fact, right?" Papyrus said.

Andrew just shook his head. Frisk yawned and laid down on the Dreemurr's couch, falling asleep after the filling meal. Toriel went and grabbed a pillow and blanket, and made Frisk more comfortable. He shook his head and exited the large house, moving to look at the treeline surrounding Snowdin Town.

"Heya." A voice said from behind him, and he snapped around to see Sans resting on the doorway, "I couldn't help but notice that you have a really high Level of Violence...I wanna know how." He said, eye sockets going dark.

"As you know, I'm a Spartan, a former marine." Andrew said, sitting down in the snow as Sans moved to stand next to him, "I served near the end of the Human-Covenant War. Things were very tense, not knowing if you'd survive to see the next day. Frankly I first found it agitating to kill those aliens, but I forced myself to find solace in the fact that they held no qualms in killing everyone I loved and knew."

There was a momentary pause as the pupils reappeared in Sans' eyes.

"Truthfully, I'm not as good as a Spartan as I should be." Andrew said, making Sans look at him with his smile growing smaller, "I've been in actual war-zones, and simulated battle games. Promethean machines, Covenant aliens, Vehicles...I have no trouble dealing with...but when it comes to other Spartans, I...I choke." He admitted.

"What?" Sans asked.

"Spartans are given simulations to deal with situations such as other Spartan-4s going rogue or turncoat and becoming a threat to civilians...I've always done bad at those. I see the armors of people stationed with me and...I choke. Maybe I can kill a few, but...my simulated Kill/Death ratio is terrible because of this." Andrew said, not noticing Dreemurrs listening by the open doorway.

"Because of this, to 'toughen me up' I was placed in the Spartan Headhunter division." Andrew said, making air quotes around 'toughen me up', "I'm sent to eliminate the most bloodthirsty aliens...and humans. Yet, I have to constantly force myself to remember...that they're a threat...that...if they are left loose, my mom..." He trailed off as his gaze dropped to the snow.

Sans turned his head to gaze at Chara and Toriel, the former was looking very interested in the story of the high LOVE rated Spartan. "So...Headhunters?" He asked.

"To get into the history of the Headhunter division is to go into the Spartan development history." Andrew said, "It's sickening..."

"Oh? Well, if we're going to be allies with humans, we might as well know, to know what to watch out for." Sans said.

Andrew reached up and turned off the outgoing and recording button.

"If this gets out, I'm in so much trouble..." He said, sighing as he took his helmet off and letting the cold air brush against his skin.

"I don't know much about the Spartan-1s, but the Spartan program was made by Dr. Catherine Halsey in the Office of Naval Intelligence. In order to prevent civil war, she looked at databases and...kidnapped children at the age of 6 for the Spartan-2 program." Andrew said, as Toriel covered her mouth, "They were indoctrinated as imperfect clones were left with the parents...and they would get sick and die, making the parents think their child was dead." He paused, and took a breath.

"At the age of 14, they received Augmentation. There were seventy-five children they took...All of them got the augmentation." He trailed off, tapping a finger on his chin, "If I remember right, 33 survived with no ill effects, 12 survived but were permanently crippled, and 30 died."

"That's...low..." Sans said, clenching his own hands in his pockets.

"Yeah...then the perfect survivors got Mjolnir Mark 4 armor. Armor that further enhanced their reactions and strength. However, the Spartan program's purpose got changed when the Covenant attacked, becoming the main protectors of humanity, the best soldiers against the Covenant. As they researched energy shields, the Office of Naval Intelligence proposed a...remaking of the Spartan Program."

"Remaking?" Sans asked, confused about the term.

"Kidnapping was considered low, even for the low standards of the Office of Naval Intelligence. They found orphans from Covenant attacks, and indoctrinated. They also received augmentation, though it was not as expensive at the Spartan-2's augmentation, but was more successful. It was then the Mjolnir Mark 5 came out with energy shielding. But...these soldiers were...expendable... throw a bunch of Spartans at the Covenant to hopefully slow them down." He spat out.

"But..." Andrew said, making Sans look at him, "The success of the Spartan-2's got public attention... They helped eventually turn the tide, mostly due to the Master Chief. After the end of the war, when he disappeared for 8 years after a slipspace accident, they made the Spartan-4 program. Military personnel were evaluated and, if the offer was accepted, became a Spartan-4, a public face of the military and a symbol of hope and renewal."

"I...see..." Sans said, somewhat understanding what he said, "And the Headhunters come in where?"

"The Spartan 3 program. They took the...angriest...orphans...and basically made government sanctioned psychopaths. People who would show severed alien heads TO said aliens to freak them out!" Andrew explained. "Luckily, the program is not as bad anymore..."

He trailed off, grabbing his helmet and placing it back on his head, turning the devices back on.

"I should probably get a feel of the town." Andrew said.

"Sure, but keep your helmet off, okay?" Sans asked. Though he was confused, Andrew did so. He however kept his helmet under his arm.

He moved to the a building labeled Libarby, and stepped inside. There were some monsters reading something, so Andrew set down his helmet and took a monster history book, glancing up at a glass display case with a Magnum and a MA5C Assault Rifle in them, as if they were museum artifacts. With a shrug, he went back to reading.

"Another Cyber attack at our database." A marine said, holding Lily on his shoulder while reading something on a computer.

"Whoever is in the Epsilon Gang, it's almost like they know UNSC cyber security." An officer said.

"That means Lily's safety may be compromised." The soldier said.

"Then there's no time." A commander said, "Bring me a list of missing soldiers!"

"On it sir!" The secretary said, moving to a drawer and bringing a stack of papers. He flipped through him.

"My God..." He said, looking over some stats, "We're going to need more weapons for the headhunter. Bring me a Needler, Combat Evolved Pistol, Sniper Rifle, and a SPNKr EM!, Along with a pair of Plasma Grenades!"

"Sir?" The soldier carrying a bag of weapons and ammunition asked.

"A Spartan-4 with Achilles armor has gone rogue." The commander said, and a man ran to grab the weapons.

"The commander looked at Lily, who was humming a song to herself, "May God help us all..."

"Come in! This is an emergency! Spartan Headhunter Andrew, please respond!" A voice echoed from inside the helmet and Andrew snapped his helmet back on, making the monsters look at him.

"This is Spartan Headhunter Andrew. Go ahead." He said, standing up and placing the book back. Sans looked up at him from the corner, listening in.

"We have a Rogue Spartan-4 after Frisk. Transferring Lily to location immediately." The commander's voice called.

"...Roger. We'll be there." Andrew said.

"Negative! Come alone, do NOT let Frisk be seen!" The commander's voice called.

"Roger that." Andrew said, moving over to Sans.

"So...change of plans?" Sans asked.

"We have a Rogue Spartan-4 after Frisk. I have to be seen alone picking her up, we can't afford Frisk being found by them." Andrew said, and Sans grabbed his hand and snapped his fingers. The world blurred around them, and they re-appeared at a lobby of a hotel.

"So... Our sources show that a Spartan is protecting the witness." A man in an expensive suit said at a large table. There were a total of about 29 people there, "If what happened to 8 of our enforcers were any indication."

"But what can we do?" A woman said, "this may expose our plans depending on what she heard, our enforcers were not clear on that."

There was a loud clunking as heavy footfalls moved across the floor and in the shadows, a reddish black "Rampant" Visor glowed in the shadows.

"Boss!" A man said, with everyone standing up.

"The UNSC has finally learned that I've gone rogue. Leave that witness problem to me." He said, arming a Battle Rifle.

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