Author note

Why hellooo everyone! (If anyone reads this…) Well this took forever… Hopefully this is good "fingers crossed". Just to make things clear, Reach has not been invaded by the Covenant or Glassed yet in this fic, this happens quite a while before that. Sorry for the major delay, I hit a block with this fic because I didn't know how to get it started then winter brake came and went, also I got an Xbox this Christmas with Reach : D so I've been a little occupied :P.

I do not own Halo.

Enjoy.

The young Spartan in training felt almost eager for what was to come, she was more than ready to play her part in this God forsaken war. She stood at attention with her assigned section of ten others from Zeta Company, all in their teens. None of them even flinched as Chief Mendez walked up and down the line with highly scrutinizing eyes, it was obvious that they were all well trained.

"It's that time recruits, now is the moment in which you become what you were trained to be. The augmentation is not a short process, you will be subjected to tests shots and the works when you undergo the operation. Patience is necessary." He stopped in front of the center of the line, pausing in his speech. "Now are you ready soldiers?"

"Sir, yes sir!" The group shouted automatically. The Senior Chief Petty Officer nodded with a smirk on his lips.

"That's what I like to hear. Good luck recruits, make us proud." The soon to be Spartans saluted once again and made their way to the hanger of the UNSC Spartan III training facility, ready to board the Pelican that would fly them into space.

Keira sat in her seat composed like her fellows. She felt exited, but she was also apprehensive, which was odd, the emotional conditioning each Spartan went through should have prevented that. There were just so many questions coursing through her head, another odd thing for a Spartan. What will the augmentation feel like? What will being a Spartan feel like? What if something goes wrong? Of course in all actuality she had nothing to worry about, the Spartan III operations had a fatality rate of zero. She stared at her hands for what would probably be the last time she looked at them as human, a pure human that is.

"Nervous already?" Keira glared at the teen sitting across from her on the Pelican.

"Ha ha, you're hilarious, Toby, just hilarious." The brunette laughed at her.

"I aim to be, Keira." She rolled her eyes and returned to staring at her hands. Toby was probably the most chatty soldier she had ever met, but at least he was good in a pinch. She thought about the rest of her section of Zeta company. Soon they would be out on the front, doing what the were made for, war.

"Buckle your seatbelts, we're about to hit major Gs in the atmosphere." The pilot announced over the com. The sudden speech snapped Keira out of her thoughts and she and the other passengers immediately followed the order and strapped themselves into the secure seats.

The flight was fast and exhilarating as the teens were slammed into their seats by the severe shift in gravity. The orbital lab station was reached by the Pelican and its cargo within minutes of entering space, leaving little time for the soon to be Spartans to think about what was to come.

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The simple medical gown worn for the operation hung about Keira's frame loosely, designed to be easy to slip in and out of. The young teen walked down the halls with a stoic expression on her face. She was ready. She remembered why she was willing to do this, the Covenant had destroyed everything she had ever loved and she wanted revenge, the typical case with most Spartan IIIs. Keira walked down the grey halls of the station with a stoic expression on her face. This was it.

She reached the end of the last hall, the door opening automatically as she neared it. The room was virtually empty save for the operation table at its center with the various equipment attached to it and the monitors that displayed the needed information. Her eyes traveled over the machine, examining it briefly before she strode closer to it. She ran her hand over the metal, pressing down lightly when her fingers reached the gel center. Keira took a deep breath, gathering her courage before she slipped the gown off. She shivered as the cool air in the room hit the bare parts of her skin, the only coverage she had was a sports bra and a pair of short shorts. She took another deep breath and sat down on the gelled table. The teen adjusted herself and pulled the metal clamp over her abdomen after pulling something from her pocket. She examined the chip briefly before placing it into the indent on the table. There was a satisfying bing and the machine came to life almost instantly. Keira lay back and watched with a slightly nervous gaze as the sets of needles adjusted themselves to the right positions. She heard the small drills near her head whirl to life as they and the other large needles inched closer to her. She set her jaw and narrowed her eyes. I couldn't be that bad.

It was that bad. She gasped in pain and shock as the drills entered her head and the needles plunged into her flesh. The long metal tubes began injecting their contents and she opened her mouth in a silent scream as her body was pumped full of various drugs that were part of Project: CHRYSANTHEMUM. She could feel her muscles getting larger, feel her senses enhancing. It was unlike anything else.

After what seemed like an eternity to the now young Spartan, the needles retracted and the restraint on her abdomen released. Keira lay still for a moment, letting the last aftershock of the augmentation pass by. When she felt ready, she sat up. Surprised at how different everything felt. She held a hand to her face, her eyes caught even the slightest detail with her now enhanced vision. The Spartan turned on the table and pushed herself off of it, landing lightly on her feet. She wobbled slightly before she adjusted to her now very large leg muscles. She replaced the hospital gown which was now quite form fitting over her enlarged muscles.

It was a while before the young Spartan was aloud to leave the operation section of the station, but it was a necessary time loss. After adjusting to her new body and being dressed in newer and larger clothes, Keira had been instructed to go where the other newly created Spartans would be for placement. Then she would be introduced to her amour. All the rigorous training and emotional conditioning finally paid off, she was now what she was meant to be, she was now a Spartan. And things were just getting started.

That must be the worst last sentence I have ever done then again this whole chapter isn't my best, but its just chapter one right? Please tell me what you think, it will be a few chapters before things really heat up but I really hope this turns out well, please review! I based this closely yet loosely off the "Birth of a Spartan" trailer, seeing as nothing else told me how the III's augmentations were, the only reason this chapter is here is because I wanted to explore the operation slightly. Also tell me names, I can only think of a few and I need a tone for OCs of every type so please don't be shy and do not fear I give credit where credit is do. Hope you all like it and I will update ASAP though I do have other fics to work on.

Thanks for reading, SS out.

P.S. Alert me if I have errors of the grammatical sort. I really suck at grammar and stuff… and math… So pardon the errors : ).

Again, sorry if this sucks but I promise that later chapters will be better.