Chapter One: Shipmistress

"Katherine? But-but you guys, your dead!" Katherine heard a growl, but no one else did.

"Not exactly." She told them.

"But, we saw you! We saw you get-"

"Don't say it, Fred. You DON'T want to say it." Chris whispered.

"Why?"

"Well, why you guys have been fighting the Covenant, lets just say we made a few friends that you probably wouldn't agree with. Hope, come here please." A monitor rose from the bushes.

"Welcome, friends of Katherine and Christopher," it said.

"You!" Linda pointed her sniper riffle at it.

"Don't! She's nice, unlike Sparky."

"You know about Sparky? I'm guessing she told you about her," Ash, one of the Spartan III's jerked his gun towards Hope.

"Of course I did," she turned, as if cocking her head, "Sparky is my older 'sister.'"

"Right. Hey, has anyone seen Mark?" Kelly asked. As if to answer her, a shout and the sound of a firing gun went off behind them.

"Ah, sounds like Elita found your Mark," Hope told them.

"Who is Elita?" Tom asked.

"She would be our other friend that we mentioned. Come on. We will come back for the Cryro Pods later. Hope, go on ahead and tell Elita not to hurt Mark," Katherine said.

Lucy, not able to talk, signed to Tom. He turned to her, and said, "You know, now that I think about it, your right. Elita does sound a lot like elite."

"You have no idea how right you are," Chris whispered under his breath.

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"Elita? Are you there?"

It was about an hour later. Chris had taken the Spartan III's and all the Spartan II's but Fred, Kelly and Linda--who had gone with Katherine to find Mark--back to a camp they had set up.

"Sí, Katherine, estoy aquí."

"Elita, por favor hable Inglés."

"Sorry, is there guests? This one could have just asked me to speak English, then he probably wouldn't be as scared." Elita came out from behind a large oak that had hidden her completely. The three Spartans who had never seen her before gaped. They had met Elites before, but this was one like no other. Her Shipmistresses' armor was polished, and her helmet had gold on the sides.

"Excuse me, but it is rude to stare. Oh, and I am being rude myself, sorry. I am Elita Promesa," she told them, her voice thick with a Spanish accent.

"S-ssorry. We've met Shipmasters before, but never a Shipmistress."

"I know. I am one of the few. But I despise Truth. And not just because it took him way to long to let me join, but because he shall ruin the universe."

Hope came out from behind another tree, Mark following warily. When he saw his fellow Spartans, he ran over to join them.

"I am sorry that I gave you a scare," Elita told him, "its just that I have not seen others since Katherine and Chris arrived, or, actually, since we freed them."

Mark then realized Katherine was standing there. She smiled at him, one of those don't worry, it will be all right.

"Lets get back to camp. It's almost time to eat, then we can all see the sunset in an hour."

"But its only four thirty! How can it set so early?"

"I don't know. It rises around 5 every morning. Just be thankful, it has never snowed here, and there is plenty of food, thanks to Hope," Katherine told them.

"You hunt?" Fred asked the monitor.

"No, bring food, from out of here. I can travel anywhere I want. And don't ask me to carry you out. It won't work."


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