Chapter 2: Suiting up
Master Chief, was taken aback by the news, "Sir, How long has it been since the humans launched a mission against the prophet of Truth?"
"'Spartan 117' as you call yourself, have you been living under a rock? That was 200 years ago."
"Sir, I am Master Chief and after the destruction of that halo my ship was flung into space and I was asleep from that time until now."
"Well then let's see if we can add some upgrades to that hunk of junk suit you've got on."
"Engineer commander" the general said now addressing his engineer "get the Spartan upgraded and battle worthy."
"Yes sir commander." When Master Chief arrived at the engineer's quarters the man there was the only one who knew who Chief was,
"You're the Spartan, you're the one that destroyed the first halo… I learned about you in great American History."
"So what kind of upgrades can I be suited with?" Asked Master Chief not liking being considered a hero.
"oh, well we have all kinds of new equipment but not much we can fit to you're amour… we do have an anti-personnel EMP and we can put hollow sensors in your visor, the 'ape's' as we like to call them fit like a glove and what they do is if you punch something it will de-activate it's shielding, and then the sensor allows you to see cloaked enemies. Oh here's something else this chip will increase your strength… by allot."
"Sounds useful, give me a weapon."
"Ok," said the engineer handing him a scorn gun, "hey did you know that after you were assumed dead, the army, in order to honor you, ordered that not another cyborg can be built unless the brute's harness the technology, well they did but we only can make a cyborg if we have a wounded soldier, well somehow the brutes found out our 'rule' and now they make sure if they attack they have large enough numbers to leave none alive." Just as he finished his sentence the ship capsized and all went dark.