Spartan Legends

Chapter 3: Rogue

The armor fit like a glove. While John wasn't necessarily happy with the full green design the armor felt good. John had the feeling like he could take on the whole goddamn world with this suit. Unfortunately he did not have time to enjoy his new found abilities, as a man dressed in a lab coat and formal jeans entered the room and stood in front of him. With the armor he was at least a foot taller than the man (at least). There was some sort of holographic device that he was holding. Than the science man began to talk to himself. "Vitals are normal, Suit energy cell is full, functions are normal.

Well Mr. Rainson, it seems that you are good to go. But before we leave this room you must know a few things. "Your armor is property of the UNSC if you were to go rogue we would have no choice but to hunt you down and 'repossess' the armor. Also your new designation is Spartan-108 and your battleground alias is Archangel. From here you will be prepped and taken down to a training ground known as Project Athena." It was strange to have this sudden change in height. All the people that John had walked past were smaller than him. The man that he had been following suddenly came to a stop. "This pelican class ship will take you to Project Athena"

The ship was big. But he has already seen that type of airship, so John was not impressed. The inside had many built in seats and was bulky with various soldiers sitting in the seats. From what John had seen of Marines they looked like they were new recruits. He walked past the soldiers that stared at John like he was an honorable stranger. John felt so foreign. He was surrounded by unfamiliar men and women. They seemed to try to keep themselves from staring at what they thought was legend. To them, a man in Spartan armor was a commanding officer. Soon John will be their commanding officer though. As soon as he finishes the training.

A few seats down from the one that Archangel had sat down in was a man who seemed to be in his early 40. He was wearing a blue arctic marine uniform, but strangely not only were they not going to an arctic are of the planet but this soldier had in hand a Mjolnir class EOD helmet. His face was wrinkled from exhaustion and his skin seemed fairly pale, his hair seemed to have patches of gray in them. And yet his lips curled into a smile as he looked at the soon to be official Spartan. "Hello there."

Under the helmet John widened his eyes and opened his mouth slightly. He was the first to greet John, especially so casually. He was slow to respond but John then replied with his words slightly muffled "Hello sir." The man seemed taken back by this and laughed. What's so funny? John thought to himself. "I think I missed the joke." John had said out loud. The man then wiped a tear from his eye from laughing and said "Normally I should be calling you sir. Not the other way around."

He was a strange person, John wanted to back away but he felt almost drawn to him. "Are you okay?" John said not really thinking. The man seemed to have calmed down from his maniac giggle. "Yes I am okay. Just a little sleep deprived, that's all. "How are you Mr…" The man stuck his hand out and stared at John's visor. "Rainson" he began "John Rainson. You can call me John" The man then chuckled silently and said "You better not say your name around anyone important, otherwise they may get confused with another green armored spartan."

Suddenly the ship began to bounce around. There was a red alarm going off. John could hear pilot scream at the top of his lungs but couldn't make out what was being said. Then the man put his helmet on and shouted "BRACE FOR IMPACT" John found himself floating towards the ceiling. The ship is flipping over! He started to get pushed all around the ship, he hit the back of the ship with a thud and then his vision started to blur. Everything then went dark.

Some time later

John had opened his eyes. Taking some time to catch his breath, he looked around and found himself outside of the ship which was in ruins. All the soldiers were dead. And there next to John was the man. He had a pipe sticking out of his shoulder. It was disgusting to look at but he couldn't take his eyes off the corpse. John took a deep breath and found that it hurt to breath. Under his mask John had squeezed his eyes shut. I must have broken a rib or two. Not good. Where a- AGH. John had tried to wipe the sand off his visor but his arm seared with pain. He looked at it. To shocked to think about anything else.

Okay John you need to think. First off, where are you? He held his arm and looked around the crash site. It seemed that the ship had crashed on a beach. Behind it seemed to be a small jungle. Alright I'm on some beach. First things first. What's wrong with my arm. John realized that he dislocated it. Okay okay I just need to pop it back into place. This is going to suck. John made his grip on his arm more firm then pulled up. "GAH" A small bone chilling sound was made. John took a sharp breath and checked to see if he could properly move his arm (which was still hurting like hell). Sure enough he could properly move it. Okay then. I should get moving.

Meanwhile

A woman in security armor saw a flashing light next to a name plate that read "Falcon 1639" She then pressed a button on her keypad. The man in the lab coat walked into the room. "Sir it seems that Falcon 1639 has crashed." He didn't seem very surprised by this new information. "This day came much sooner than I expected. Spartan-108 has gone rogue. Send Spartan-259 to retrieve his armor."


Hey guys Silv3r Wolf here. I have had a serious case of writers block. Not only that but I'm just so lazy. Anyway it's just so nice to have this one out. Look for references that I put in my stories. Also read my other fanfiction "Herobrine's Heir". As always remember to leave a comment, they really help me out. I love you all, peace.