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Taylor was ecstatic, she felt confused, she felt every emotion that she possibly could. She was staring at the label on her bed with a feeling of disbelief, there was no possible way she had become a Spartan. It had to be a dream, it just had to be.

Dream or no dream, it felt real, the migraine, the aching body, the bruise on her head, the cold floor, all of it. She tried to stand up again, this time placing each foot slowly on to the cold steel ground, and after giving each foot some time to adjust she was able to get out of bed.

She looked to the bunk above her to see if there was anyone in it, and there was. She looked to be about the same age as Taylor was, with all of her hair shaved off and the same kind of jump suit Taylor was wearing, light grey with a darker shade of gray going from the neck to the groin. The tag on her bunk read "Spartan 087".

Taylor thought about the number, she remembered reading it in one of the Halo books, "The Fall of Reach", but she couldn't quite put a name to it. She could only remember two of the female Spartans' names, but it might not even be them, there were probably more; she was living proof of it.

She saw a mirror on the wall above one of the desks and walked over to it. Thinking it was still a dream, she half expected to see some type of weird creature behind her, or for her head to be replaced by an elite's, but that wasn't the case.

She could hardly believe that what she was looking at was her. The only thing that made her sure it was herself was her bright green eyes; they seemed to glow even in the darkness of the room. As for her body, her lanky arms were replaced by delicate, but deadly counterparts, along with her legs. Her upper body was something she couldn't even begin to explain. She was at that perfect state of being strong, but not muscular; the only muscles she could see were her abs, which she enjoyed.

The only thing she seemed to be sad about was her hair. It was all shaven off, but it was still somehow attractive, like in a weird "V-For-Vendetta" way.

"Damn," She said quietly examining her person. "I look good."

The jumpsuit she wore was skin tight, which would have embarrassed the hell out of her before, but now it made her face light up in glee. Her body resembled that of a Greek statues', if this was a dream it was a damn good one. She had the body any woman would kill for, and she was in the world she had always dreamed of, this wasn't a dream, it was paradise.

She heard someone moving in the bunk and she turned around. The Spartan girl had herself propped up on her elbow and her eyes were fixed on Taylor.

"What are you doing up?" Her voice was soft, but strong like a soldiers, the kind of voice that demanded an answer.

What do I say? What do I say? What do I say?

"Couldn't sleep." Taylor answered not adverting her gaze from the spartan girl; she didn't want to seem suspicious, even though she probably did with that answer. Did Spartans have sleeping problems, was that even possible? Of course it was, they were human just like everyone else, unless they already had the augmentations.

"Well you should probably try," She said as she laid on her back and pulled the sheet over her, "We've got a big day coming up."

"Big day?"

Oh you idiot, why wouldn't you know what the 'big day' was.

"Just get some sleep." That sounded more like an order rather than a request, so she stepped over to the bed and lied down. She didn't want to sleep for fear of waking up back on earth, but she was tired, so she closed her eyes and drifted off.

Taylor woke up a few hours later to the sound of someone screaming. It sounded like the Drill Instructors she always saw on T.V while watching the military channel, screaming insults that didn't matter; they were only there to get us up.

Fear suddenly began to grip at her chest, she didn't even think about what was going to happen. What would she have to do? What if they found out she wasn't from this universe? Taylor didn't know anything about war, except from what she had witnessed on the television back home, so what happened if they asked her to do something and she couldn't, she was never actually trained as a Spartan.

"Relax," It was the female Spartan she was up and changing into slacks, probably for exercise. It was almost like she read Taylor's thoughts, "Mendez is giving us a free day."

"Then why did he just wake us up?" Taylor was confused, even though the answer was obvious.

"Well, he really only woke you up." She said as she reached for the door.

"Wait," Taylor said, probably a little too loud, "What's your name?"

"Kelly." She said pointing to the name tag on her slacks that read "Kelly 087".

She repeated the name to herself as Kelly walked out the door leaving it to slide closed behind her. That was Kelly, the fastest Spartan to ever live, the girl who got herself kidnapped by Halsey and then trapped in the Dyson sphere. She was the Spartan that was usually at the center of every Halo-geeks fantasy, and now she knew why.

Taylor saw a small pile of clothes by the foot of her bed and decided it would be better if she changed. The pile consisted of a grey T-shirt with the symbol of the Spartan on it, along with some grey sweats, they looked like the same stuff Kelly had on before she left.

She wasn't sure what she should do after that though. There were so many questions she had, there were so many places she wanted to visit, so many people she wanted to meet, and she was able to cross off number one on that list as someone everyone would recognize stepped through the door.

"Hey Kelly do you want to…" The boy with freckles said as he poked his head into the door. "Oh, where's Kelly?"

"Master Chief?" Taylor said under her breath.

"Uh who are you?" John asked "I don't think I've ever seen you here before?"

Taylor didn't know what to say, she was in the presence of the Master Chief, the hero of the halo universe. She couldn't even think of her own name, so she glanced to the label on her bed and read it to the Chief.

"086."

"Ok, well, since I can't find Kelly do you want to go to the mess hall, grab some breakfast and get some training in?"

Taylor almost let out a giggle; the Master Chief had basically just asked her out for a date. She felt like a little school girl meeting Nick Carter for the first time.

"Sure." Taylor said, still utterly stunned at the scene that was playing out before her.

"Well, let's go." John sounded a little impatient and a little freaked out at the same time. This girl was just staring at him like he was some sort of pinnacle to the human race, it wasn't like John had ever saved Earth or anything.

Taylor sprung up hitting her head on the bunk again. John laughed a little before asking if she was ok.

"Yep, just gotta watch out for that bunk, it's out to get me." Taylor said as she slowly got up and walked out the door to join the chief in the hall.

Taylor didn't know where she was going so she just let the Chief lead. They went down many hallways, around many turns, and down a lot of stairs until they came across two double doors that slid open to reveal a gargantuan mess hall.

It reminded Taylor of the mess hall in the Harry Potter books, except even bigger. Five large wooden tables stretched the length of the entire room, needless to say there were more than enough seats.

"Go grab some chow I'll meet up with you in a sec." Before Taylor could say anything John was gone, walking into the mess of people that surrounded the tables. She wasn't hungry, not in the least, so she just took a seat and waited for the chief to return.

"Hey, where'd John run off to?" A very tall kid took the seat across from Taylor.

"I don't know, he just said he'd be back." Taylor was almost sure it was Sam, he was the exact description the book had given; Sandy blonde hair, green eyes and he seemed to be the only Spartan with a tan.

"Well I'm Sam, and you are?" The big guy held out his hand and Taylor grabbed it.

"086." Taylor said, she had decided that she was just going to use that as her name until further notice.

"Ah I see," Sam said after releasing Taylor's hand, "You're one of those badass types aren't you?"

"Not even close," Taylor said laughing as Sam joined her. Taylor knew why Sam was Chiefs best friend; he was just a lovable type of guy.

"Well I'm gonna go grab something to eat, you want anything?" Sam stood up, showing his full height; it made Taylor look like a dwarf.

"Naw thanks, I'm not hungry."

"Bull," Sam said with a slight chuckle, "We haven't eaten for a few days, you've got to be starving, I know I am."

"I'm fine really." Taylor said.

"You are one of those badass types." Sam said before he turned and walked toward the humongous line that had formed.

Taylor was amazed; she had met the three most famous Spartans all in one day, at relatively close times. If she cared about blogs back home, this would have definitely made it into a post, or maybe two, possibly three.

"Hey Eight Six," It was John, she recognized the voice, even at its adolescence stage it was a bit deeper than the other kids, "I found Kelly, but she said she had someone else to be with, so we can still spar for a bit if you want."

Taylor was about to answer when Kelly walked up next to John with the "someone else" he had mentioned trailing behind her.

The only words Taylor could manage were, "No fucking way."