Chapter one: The Prefect
One year later

The Pelican docked in the carrier's huge ass hangar bay, when I step out I am greeted with the sight of pilots and engineers scurrying around the hundreds of aircraft just sitting around.

"Shrake! C'mon!" Yelled one of my friends from Basic, Mason Corey, he was beckoning me over using his helmet.

I jogged over to him, I was wearing the standard UNSC Marine Corps armor, with my helmet and HUD glasses on as well, the world was a large connection with names appearing over the heads of the ones with helmets on, including Mason.

"What do you need?" I ask.

"Look down there." He points down the exit of the hangar, a fight was going on, one of the soldiers had Corporal chevrons on his shoulder, I couldn't see the other ones chevrons considering he was getting his ass handed to him.

Mason and I walk down and join the circle of spectators, the other fighter fell on his ass only to get kicked in the face by the Corporal. He fell backwards, blood dribbling from his cut lip.

"You come near Ghost one more time and I will fucking end you! Hear me?!" The Corporal yelled at the man, but the other fighter obviously wasn't listening, he was to busy laying on the floor staring up at the ceiling, blood still trickling from several places on his face.

The corporal spits on him, pushing past two other Marines before stepping into a barrack.

Mason laughs, punching me lightly on the arm before turning away, starting to walk away.

"Where're you going?" I ask him.

"Exploring, you German fuck." He says with a laugh.

I chuckle, it was true my ancestors were originally from Earth in Berlin, the large technologically advanced city in the middle of one of the planets continents.

Stepping away from the now dispersing circle, I found my barracks and stepped inside. There were four beds, each one assigned with a set of dog tags sitting on the pillow, which looked more like a brick than something you sleep on.

There were two others in the room, talking quietly, I eventually decide to sit next to one, joining in on the conversation.

"What's your name?" One asks, my HUD marks him as PFC Austin Locke.

"Private Shrake, nice to meet you, Locke." I tell him.

It takes him a couple of seconds to realize I had my HUD working before he laughs.

"Names Velstadt Khan." The other one says, extending his hand towards me, I shake it.

We talk for a little while before the speakers start going off, an ear piercing alarm echoing through them.

"Marines! Report to CIC immediately!" The speakers say.

"Fuck, we got an op soon." Locke says.

"What? I haven't even gotten a fucking rifle yet." I tell him, he just points over at my bed, I notice for the first time a small titanium box sitting under my bed, I walk over and open it.

A UNSC MA-5B and a Magnum sit inside, along with several magazines in a smaller box, just enough to fill all of my armor's ammo webbing.

I follow Khan and Locke to the CIC room, the whole Battalion was standing in the giant room, each Marine was being assigned to a squad.

"We got a Private Shrake here?" Someone yelled.

"Over here!" I called out, raising my hand, my rifle attached to the magnetic clamps on my back and my pistol in its designated holster.

He waves me over, I walk to him and he looks me over. "Corporal Jast, they call me Cake Walk, your in my squad for this op." He says, I nod and get into the line that was slowly forming for his squad.

"Marines! Attention!" A powerful voice booms.

Instantly three hundred pairs of boots click together, arms fly up into salutes for the man standing in front of all the squads.

"My name is Second LT Rodney Greene! I am saying this for the thirty new Marines on board!" He yells.

"Oo-rah!" One hundred voices yell out in sync, I assumed it was a welcome.

"Right, we are going to Rullins II, a Covenant war fleet just arrived there, so were going to teach them some manners for going into OUR system uninvited!" Greene yells.

I shiver, the system I had been living in just two years ago was now under attack.

"It will take us about a week to get there, however I still want you all in cryo sleep by five minutes after this briefing!" He yells.

"Oo-rah!" Everyone yelled back.

"Were dropping in via Pelican and then advancing on the enemy FOB that will be set up by the time we get there. An enemy Corvette plus four hundred infantry will be there, we will have artillery, Onager, and Hornet support while going in. Don't fuck this part up." He says, not having to yell anymore.

"After that we will be regrouping and attacking any other target Command feels like giving us to hit! Am I understood?!" He yells now.

"Oo-rah LT!" We yell.

"Go freeze Marines!" He yells, we all jog out in lines, stripping off our armor and entering the deep space refrigerators that we call cryo chambers.

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I don't mean to start a streak of short chapters, but I did. The next one will probably be longer if I get some support from you all! Hope to see you next time.

-Rsk