Alright, so I was going through this chapter to double check for mistakes and whatnot, when I noticed something. While writing I sometimes switch from 1st person to 3rd person, and vice versa. So, this is a beforehand apology if I miss something and there is a sudden change in perspective. I'll try to fix it before I post, but if I miss anything I hope it doesn't throw you guys off too much.


Ch. 2: Discovery


I run through the installation yelling at the top of my lungs. The Nightmare chases after me, using his jet pack to try to gain an advantage. Every time I went for a weapon the Nightmare would fire its brute shot and divert me away from it. It was almost as if it were playing with me.

It played to long though as it ran out of ammo allowing me to grab a discarded assault rifle. I turned around and tried to aim but was met with a large scaly foot landing on my chest. The Nightmare reached down and pulled the assault rifle out of my hand, keeping me pinned to the ground with its foot. He then pulled out a mauler and aimed it straight for my head. The impact from his foot had already damaged my shields enough for the blast to be lethal.

Just then, Stoick tackles the Nightmare and throws it to the ground. They get up and stare each other down. Stoick pulls out his knife while the Nightmare aims with the mauler. Stoick dodges the blast and punches him in the face. He takes his knife and drives it into the base of the Nightmare's neck, just between its helmet and its armored back. The Nightmare slumps to the ground dead.

Stoick, however, didn't notice a Wraith coming out from behind a building, but I did. I spotted a rocket launcher a few feet away and picked it up. I aimed at the Wraith and fired. The rocket hit the wraith just as it fired. The impact from the rocket knocked its aim off target. The plasma blast that had been intended for a Scorpion hit one of the food storage units instead, blowing it sky high.

I looked as the food storage went up in flames, then refocused on the Wraith. The Wraith's shields had been knocked out. Unfortunately, I had used my last rocket. The Wraith was now aiming at me when I noticed a small red dot on the Wraith's armor. Half a second later a bright red beam came from my right and blew a hole straight through the Wraith, blowing it up in the process. I looked behind me to see Astrid holding a smoking Spartan Laser.

The Covenant were now in retreat. I was thinking about thanking Astrid for saving me, when I heard footsteps behind me. I did not have to look to know who they belonged to. I could tell from the other Spartans and soldiers that had gathered around.

Which reminds me, there's one more thing you should know.

"Sorry, Dad." I then looked at the path of destruction I had left behind me this time. "But, at least I hit a Nightfury." A large hand grabbed my shoulder and started pulling me away. "It's not like those past few times. I really did hit one. It went down around sector six. We need to get a search party out there and..."

"Stop! Just stop. Every time you go outside, disaster falls. Can you not see that I have bigger things to worry about. There's no telling when the next supply ship will get through, and I have an entire installation to feed."

He was mad, and with good reason. Our area of the galaxy was guarded by several (what we believe to be) experimental Covenant cruisers. Making it hard for us to receive supplies. The only reason they haven't used their cruisers to incinerate us yet, is because they think we're positioned on some sort of ancient relic.

He took in a breath while he removed his helmet, revealing his red beard and hair.

"Why can't you follow the simplest orders?"

I followed suite and removed my helmet as well.

"It's just, I-I can't stop myself. I see the Covenant, and I have to just, kill them. It's who I am dad."

"Ugh. You are many things Hiccup, but a soldier is not one of them. Get back to your quarters." He then looked to the group surrounding us. "Make sure he gets there. I have his mess to clean up."

Gobber walked up behind me and knocked me upside the head to tell me to get moving. We walked past the rest of my squad.


~Astrid-201's POV~

I just sat on some rubble as the General had his talk with his son. He was yelling at him about destroying everything. While I had to agree that bad things did tend to happen around him. It's not entirely his fault. He didn't know firing at the wraith would cause it to hit one of the food storage units.

I sat there holding my energy axe in my hands as he walked by. I listened as the others made fun of him.

"Quite the performance." said Tuffnut.

"I've never seen anyone mess up that bad. That helped!" said Snotlout.

"Thank you. I was trying." he responded.

I defiantly had to admire his ability to put up with them, especially since they did this to him every day. Gobber pushed Snotlout down but all he did was laugh.

I shook my head in disapproval. I looked down at my energy axe. Hiccup wasn't a failure at everything. He was great at inventing things. Often times they didn't work, but when they did, they were amazing. I remember when Hiccup gave me this, asking if I wanted to try it out. He told me he made it using pieces from some scavenged energy swords. I tried it out and it was great. He told me to keep it, and I did. In fact, I never went anywhere without it.

I got up and decided to take a shower.


~Hiccup-200's POV~

"I really did hit one." I said as me and Gobber walked back to my squad's barracks.

"Yeah, sure you did."

"He never listens."

"It runs in the family."

"And when he does he always does it with this disappointed scowl, like someone handed him the wrong weapon." We've reached the front door of the barracks. I then adjust my voice to imitate my dad's. "Excuse me, Quartermaster. You've given me the wrong gun. I asked for a minigun with 50-caliber rounds, laser sights and incendiary bullets on the side. This here, this is a talking pocketknife."

"Now here's where you're wrong. It's not some much what you look like. It's what's inside that he can't stand."

I look at him blankly, "Thank you, for summing that up."

"Look, just stop trying to be something you're not."

"I just want to be one of you guys." I said going through the door and closing it behind me. I then go to the back and slip out through the hidden exit I made. This time I remembered to bring a weapon.


~General's office. No-POV~

Stoick had gathered his trusted officer's for a meeting. The business of which was to decide what should be done about the Covenant.

"Either we finish them or they'll finish us! It's the only way we'll be rid of them." Stoick is leaning over a large holo-table that had a large map of the planet projected over it. "If we find their base and take it, they'll leave. We'll have won this area of the galaxy. I say we go on one more search, before the storms come."

One of Berk's downsides was that around this time of year, huge electrical storms would come and drift through the area that separated the Installation from the Covenant base.

"Most men never come back. It's suicide." said one of the officers skeptically. "We can't even get near their base thanks to those anti-vehicle cannons."

"We're Spartans. It's an occupational hazard. Now who's in?"

Stoick looked around at the nervous officers. They were muttering excuses like, "My men are getting ill." or "We're overdue for med-checks."

Stoick sighed as he finally gave in. He never liked it when he had to play this card. "Fine, but those who stay have to deal with Hiccup."

Immediately everyones hand shoots into the air and shouts of officers volunteering fill the office.

"That's more like it."

All the officers except for Gobber exit the room. Gobber, who had been leaning against a wall, takes a sip from his coffee, and makes ready to leave. "Well, I'll go pack my undies."

Gobber was certainly a strange Spartan, but he had proved himself both in battle and as Stoick's close friend.

Stoick gets up and walks around the table and towards Gobber.

"No. I need you to stay here. I've got a special mission for you. You're going to stay here and train Viking squad for project Dragon."

"Oh right and while I'm doing that. Hiccup can cover the stall. Guns, grenades, rockets. What could possibly go wrong." he said in his over dramatic tone.

Stoick takes a deep breath considering his son, "What am I going to do with him, Gobber?"

"Put him in training with the others."

"No, I'm serious."

"So am I."

Stoick looks at him like he's crazy. Or crazier.

"He'll be killed before you even let the first simulation run."

"Oh, you don't know that." Gobber replied waving him off.

"Yes I do."

"No you don't."

"Actually, yes. I do."

"No! You don't."

"Look, you know what he's like. Every since he was young he's been, different. He has the attention span of a Grunt. I take him hunting and he goes searching for, zombies."

"Zombies are real! You remember what 117 said about the Flood."

They both shiver at the mention of them. They had heard about the Master Chief's adventure on Halo. A parasitic organism that fed on everything and then turned them into mutated zombies. It'd give anyone nightmares.

"Point taken. But, when I was a boy my commander told me to punch a concrete wall. I thought it was crazy, but I didn't question him. And you know what happened?"

"You broke your hand."

"I punched a hole straight through that wall. I realized, then and there, what a Spartan could do. I knew who I was, what I was to become. *sigh* Hiccup is not that boy."

"You can't stop him Stoick, you can only prepare him. I know it seems hopless, but the reality is, you won't always be here to protect him. He's gonna get out there again, in fact I guarantee that he's out there now."


~sector 6~

Hiccup had been searching the sector for hours. He was tired, hungry, and hadn't found a single thing. He checked his holo-map. 90% of it was covered in red marks he had made to identify a negative search result. He turned it off and reattached it to his belt.

"Some Spartan I am." he told himself as he walked through the forest. "Some people lose their gun, others their helmet. No not me, I just manage to lose and ENTIRE alien and it's ship."

He wasn't watching where he was going and fell face first into a crater. He looked up to see that several feet in front of him was a weird looking Banshee. It was wrecked and obviously needed repair.

How distracted had he been? How had he even made it to Sargent? Oh right, he was good at strategy, even though he never got to use his skills. Although he felt his dad being the general had something to do with it, even though he didn't want it too.

He got up and looked around. If its ship is here, then the Nightfury must be nearby. He got over the edge of the crater and walked around a rock. He then ducked back behind the rock as he glimpsed something on the other side. He slowly edged around the rock to see something black leaning up against a tree. Trapped inside the electro-net was an elite with pitch black armor. He did it. He caught a Nightfury.


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