Chapter Three
"Spartans?"
Cain sighed loudly, an unusual action for a Spartan-II commando.
Silence had filled the entirety of the shuttle, a ship hardly larger than a UNSC Pelican, as the group was ferried to...wherever it was they were being taken. Presumably, this 'Last City' that the group's Ghost population seemed to enjoy bringing up was their destination, though no one had decided to fill in the five passengers on if this was true or not. Personally, John was interested in what this supposed last safe haven would be like, though the title needed to go. If he had anything to do with it, Earth would be taken back and instead of just a single city it would be the entire planet. His eyes moved from one of Spartan to another, and then the final. The three...were unknowns.
Spartan-IIIs were well-known as sacrifical lambs by many of the Spartan-IIs, they were sent to die to accomplish a mission, trained and augmented by the hundreds to complete a single mission. Entire companies of super soldiers would be sacrificed, and yet the missions were deemed successes. He was only sure of B312's abilities, having been a former Noble alongside Jorge.
John's eyes moved to trail over the III, taking in his armored form. A dull grey painted suit, the paint designed not to reflect light, of standard Mjolnir Mark-VII armor, which confused him as he'd heard that all of Noble Team, save for their sniper, had died on Reach, long before the Mark-VII had been created, and the Kukri in his hands that the younger man seemed to almost toy with obsessively. A momento? Something to remember an old team by? Possibly even Noble Team itself.
His eyes shifted to the other Spartan-III commando. D419 was a possible crutch, he knew neither her abilities nor if she would be a valuable member to the team in comparison to another II or another Noble team member.
The Spartan-II Class 2 though, John had more faith in over the other two. His project was meant to be his generation's replacements, to be fair, but they were created to actually be good replacements, not cheap replicas that die by the dozens at a time and yet were praised as superior because a company cost as much to train and equip as it did to create a single II. He'd fought by a number of Class 2s at the battle of Reach, and he hadn't been disappointed despite the dislike he'd had for them at the time. Given some time...he could see the team of four doing well, so long as D419 proved useful.
He'd still miss Blue Team though.
Cain sighed loudly again, an obnoxious sound that ground against John's nerves.
"Hey, do you all think we're the only members of the UNSC around anymore?" The Class 2 suddenly asked after a brief moment of silence. "I mean, if we were revived, then others could have been too."
William turned to look at Cain, his polarized visor offering no obvious emotions before he finally spoke: "If any Spartans had been revived, do you really think that this situation would still be so far gone?"
Cain shook his head, his point apparently having not gotten across. "Maybe not Spartans, but ODSTs and Marines could even be useful. Someone with the training from the War. From what I've gathered, and our Ghosts can even confirm this, the main fighting force against the aliens fighting us happen to Guardians, what the Ghosts called us when we woke up. If all the active Guardians are those who have been revived after dying, many could have been civies before being dragged into the fighting. Untrained soldiers as the main fighting force for humanity, learning as they go? And they actually do well against the Fallen? Even a small platoon of Marines could do wonders here. Any individual probably wouldn't have been able to take back all of Earth, but they could have done something special in comparison to the others around here." He paused, turning to look at John. "If there are some UNSC forces out there, if we can get them organized, we can turn the tide of this war much faster than just the few of us can."
John leaned forward in his seat, propping his elbows on his knees with his hands clasped together. "It is possible, but it is still possible that us five are the only UNSC personnel on Earth, or the entire system. We may be on our own, but, even if we are, we need to push back these Aliens. The Fallen cannot stay on Earth, nor can anything else hold any Earth colony. Throughout my training, and possibly your own, we learned of many times throughout history that the Spartans of old sought to defend or take back what was theirs: Leonidus and the three hundred fought to defend Greece with a collection of others with the same goal, Agis the Third and his Spartans were the core of a group that rebelled against Alexander the Great in Greece to take back their land; now it's our turn to take back Earth and the rest of Sol with these Guardians as OUR allies. If there are more members of the UNSC, yes, it will make it faster. But we will not fail in this." He stopped speaking, his throat sore from overuse. He'd never been one to talk much, but now it seemed as though he wouldn't have a choice in the matter. At this moment, he was the leader of the team, though he didn't know the ranks of the other three, and he'd have to act it. And no commander can be mute, not when everything rides on their shoulders.
"Ah, one thing. Ghosts, would you all mind...appearing?" Cortana, breaking her unusual silence, spoke up from John's external speakers.
The four Ghosts of the Spartans seemed to materialize, seemingly coming out from behind the four masses before coming to a stop in the middle of the group; the constructs appeared to be almost...nervous. "Yes, Warmind Cortana?" Lilith's asked.
"Warmi- Whatever. I've realized something in regards to you four. No names have been given yet, and, from the sounds of it, you'll be with us for some time. Normally someone would give their names out in this situation." She laughed softly.
The four glanced to one another, floating in the air casually.
"We don't have names. We are Ghosts, meant only to bring back and aid the Guardians we find."
"Uh, Guardians. We're coming in on approach, prepare for docking and departure." The pilot of the shuttle said over the intercoms.
"We will continue this conversation later." John said, effectively interrupting Cortana. Now wasn't the time for this, maybe later. Before their next mission. Designations did come in handy, but while in friendly territory they were low on the scale of importance.
In unison the Spartan team stood, a hand coming up to grasp the edge of the overhead compartments. A panel on the floor, about six feet wide and long began to glow around the edges. A jarring impact from the shuttle docking with the Tower shook them slight from their stances, but their grips on the overhead compartments and their extreme weight from their armor kept them, largely, still. The faint sounds of machinery sounded from just outside the shuttle, coming from beneath the panel.
"Please stand clear of the glowing panel; it will soon draw back and another panel will be there instead. Step on that one and be careful not to hit your heads for the remainder of your ride into the Tower." The pilot continued, and as he said the panel seemed to slide beneath the floor, a white panel still present waited for them. The four stepped onto it. "Thank you for riding Air Guardian, feel free to ride anytime." The pilot quipped before, with a click, the panel began to move, the panel beginning to move down and forward. The four Ghosts hovered by their Guardian, close at hand to each yet remaining present in case they were needed.
"Weird little guy, wasn't he?" Lilith said after they had gone a decent distance into the Tower, entering into a large room that seemed lined with entrances similar to the one they'd just come through. A few other groups appeared to be coming in, while others were going into another room with the designation of 'Guardian Hanger Bay.'
"Anyone know where we're going?" William asked, his armored head shifting from left to right as he glanced around.
"This way, Guardians. We have received a message of summons by the Vanguards to meet in the Speaker's room." John's Ghost spoke up, bobbing up and down in the air excitedly.
John quirked an eyebrow in interest before nodding his head once, signaling for the small AI to lead the way. The Speaker seemed to be someone of leadership, they may as well meet the person; maybe they could get some more information on the situation. With a final, he supposed, confirmative bob up and down, the Ghosts as a group began to move forward, towards a large door farther ahead, and the team followed behind, relying on the small constructs to lead the way.
"Chief, we have someone watching us." Cain spoke up through their helmet comms a moment later, after they had already crossed the threshold into a large courtyard-like space. The other two Spartans seemed to tense as they walked, their Ghosts remained oblivious.
"Clarify." John said. People staring at Spartans wasn't exactly uncommon, they were large and imposing, just the way ONI had wanted them. BEing watched though was different, being watched at times meant being spied on. Being spied on meant information gathering, though for an ally or a hostile it was often hard to tell.
"Human male. Maybe 5'6. Head exposed but heavily armored and armed, armor is painted black. Dark hair, grey eyes. Scar on the right side of his face. Green and blue Ghost beside him. On our eleven, Sir. Since we first came into the courtyard, he has been watching us."
John glanced over to where the Class 2 had spotted the spectator, his eyes blocked from view by his visor. Indeed, there was someone watching them who matched the discription given.
"I doubt he is a threat, the Ghost marks him as an ally and we're at the central hub of humanity's armed forces. If he persists, or intends to follow, we can handle it." Cortana spoke up.
"Agreed." John ended the conversation, though everyone now seemed to at least be keeping an eye out for the Guardian, or any others watching them. One wasn't a threat, no individual human was to a Spartan, but many could possibly be a threat if they attacked.
He, on the other hand, was distracted by the large sphere he saw in the distance. Light seemed to radiate from the large construct, almost like an aura that reached out to engulf all around it. But...similarities were easy to pick out from a certain event in his past...
The Didact's sphere.
This...construct seemed like a white, and much larger, version of the prison that had once held the Forerunner who had almost wiped out humanity in his rampage. Large and imposing, it seemed almost ready to open up and unleash whatever it held inside.
He just hoped it wasn't another genocidal Forerunner, or a horde of Prometheans...or the Flood. If this was the Traveler, then much would have to be discussed with his team. With luck, the faith humanity had placed in it wouldn't come back to bite them.
His eyes moved to the city of the sprawling city below. "Cortana, where are we, from the old maps of our time?"
"We're at New Mombasa, apparently there was a significant event that occured here during the battle of Earth at the last days of the War, Johnson turned a Huroguk into an ally, and, less notable, the Covenant began to glass nearby."
"Almost there." William's Ghost pipped up as they moved into a dark corridor, sparsely lit by a few orange lights, and headed down a number of stairs.
Upon once more exiting the darkened path, they encountered another, at least largely, open space bustling with people moving from one place to another. Armored Guardians, dressed similarly to how the Guardians who had swooped in at the fight against the Fallen, seemed to be in the majority, speaking to others and stopping at what John could only assume were shops.
Soon they were led into a large structure that seemed to dominate the smaller courtyard, the appearance of the room they were led into much darker than the rest of the place. It seemed more...He didn't know how to describe it, not exactly. All around were balls of light, from the bright blue he had seen from the Ghosts to a deeper purple that seemed...saddening. Perhaps dead or gravely wounded Ghosts?
In the middle of the room stood the three 'Vanguards' the group had met previously, alongside a white-robed being whose face was covered by a white faceplate and a Ghost of complete white.
"Guardians, welcome." The unknown person spoke up upon noticing the group that had entered. "I have heard of the events that occured upon your awakening, I am sorry to hear that your revival was so...chaotic. Though, through your actions the Fallen House that reigned in that section of Old Canada, the House of Lions, is no more. You four killed their Kell and an immense number of other Fallen, and the numerous other fireteams that came to your aid have since been purging the old Vancouver area of any remnants. Soon, I believe, we will have another foothold on our homeworld and be one step closer to pushing the Fallen offworld. Not many can claim to have done so much after just reviving."
"That is because they are Spartans, Speaker." The female Vanguard spoke up.
"Spartans?" The Speaker asked, unfamiliar with the term.
"Supersoldiers from the Great War that took place before the first Golden Age. They were, and still are, the greatest soldiers that humanity ever had. Unfortunately, most were killed out of our Solar System so Ghosts haven't found any others to date. If they'd been found earlier, we'd have already likely pushed back the Fallen and set up Earth as a safe zone." She continued speaking to the being before turning to face the group. "Hello, Spartans. I am Ikora Rey, Vanguard of the Warlocks. My colleagues, Cayde-6 and Zavala, are the Vanguards of the Hunters and Titans and Krop Tor, Representative of the Council of the Ghosts." She motioned to each of the other three individuals as she spoke their names.
"A question, what is he?" Lilith spoke up, nodding her head to Zavala. John...refrained from shaking his head, to ask something like that so bluntly, to one in a position of power, was far from the smartest thing to do. But she did have a point, and he had been wondering what the man was.
"He is a member of a race named 'the Awoken,' they were once human but, when the Darkness came, they fled to the outer reaches of our known space, called the Reef, where they were changed to what they are now." The Speaker answered for Ikora Rey, who had seemed eager to answer the questions of the four.
The Ghost, Krop Tor, hovered over to the team and bobbed around them. "I am curious as to where you came from, Light seems to come from you in much greater amounts than normal Guardians, as if the Traveler itself touched you." It said, scanning over William, who stood still silently. When it moved over to the John, it paused. "There seem to be two sources of Light coming from you. One from you and another from the back of your neck. Interesting."
"That would be me." Cortana spoke from his helmet speakers, the Ghost and the Vanguards seemed to move back in surprise. They hadn't been expecting her, that was apparant.
"A portable, revived, Warmind?" Ikora Rey inquired, an eyebrow raised in interest. "So much could be learned from it." She took a step toward John, seemingly forgetting that Cortana remained attached to the imposing supersoldier.
"You can't have her." John spoke, his tone a warning. Instantly the woman backed up a step once more, a blush darkening her cheeks slightly as she realized what she had been doing.
"Yes, of course. I had heard stories of Spartans working alongside AI companions, similar to how Ghosts work with Guardians now but to a greater degree. My apologies." The Warlock said, bowing her head slightly in apology before looking back up at them. Her expression turned from one of apology to buisness as she shift topics.
"So, Ghosts, what class are these Guardians? Who will they be reporting to?"
"Mine is a Titan, Vanguard." Cain's Ghost spoke up, taking the initiative. Lilith's began to do the same, only to be interrupted by John.
"Reporting to? No, that won't work. We are members of the UNSC, an organization that I don't see a member of being present. We do not report to any of you."
"What?!" Zavala began, anger apparant as he shouted his disbelief. "You are Guardians, those who have been revived by the Light of the Traveler, of course you listen to us, your senior Guardians!"
"Excuse me, Vanguard, but you are incorrect. Only the Traveler can actually order a Guardian to do something; you Guardians have formed a heirarchy on your own, one that is optional to take part in. While many do, it is not required for them to listen." The Speaker said, stopping the conflict before it began; the three Vanguards seemed irritable at this blatant denial of their supposed power but accepted it in silence.
"I'm curious about something, Ghosts, where did you find these Spartans? According to Ikora Rey, they're next to impossible to find. Are they connected to the event that occured some time ago?" The Ghost, Krop Tor, inquired, taking a lapse in conversation as the chance to speak.
"We were searching for Guardians and the event happened; then we all blacked out, Representative. When we awoke, we were on Earth and we heard a voice talking to us as our audio receptors came online and, when we were able to see, we spotted four forms falling from the sky." John's Ghost spoke up, the other three bobbed up and down.
"Explain. You 'were on Earth' and someone was speaking to you?" Krop Tor asked, tilting slightly to the side in confusion, a strangely human action.
"Only I was on Earth at the time when I blacked out." Lilith's spoke up. "But I was in Old America when it happened, near Texas."
"According to the time, we were only unconscious for a few minutes at the most." William's brought up.
"Only one of you was on Earth, and the one that was was thousands of miles away, and yet you all arrived in old Vancouver within moments of the event?" Cayde-6 asked, the pieces of metal the served as eyebrows on his robotic face arched up in surprise. "That's impossible, nothing can perform a feat of that magnitude."
"Maybe the Traveler is finally waking up and, despite being silent, it may be talking to us. Telling us that now is the time to fight back, actions speak louder than words afterall." The Speaker commented, drawing the attention of the Vanguard trio.
Krop Tor paused in the air, seemingly thinking, and silence dominated the room for a few tense minutes. "Spartans, will you help us beat back the Darkness? We can point you where to go to do the most damage, but we won't order you around." It eventually said, turning to regard the four, five if one counted Cortana.
"We swore to defend Earth and her colonies, as her defenders against those who may harm her both inside and out. We've been gone for awhile, and lack the armaments we need, but if you can supply us, we will kick these aliens out of Sol." John answered, the other three Spartans nodded their heads and Cortana gave a 'yes.'
"A quick question: I noticed a handful of robots on the way here, could I borrow a few of those? I have an idea I'm wanting to try out, something I want to try building that could help out a bit." Cortana asked, keeping her motives rather cryptic to John.
"Of course, Warmind." The Speaker answered. "I know of a few people who build them, I'm sure I could get a few delivered after you all get situated somewhere. We'll be providing a place for you to stay, right, Vanguards?" The three nodded after a brief pause.
"We'll find somewhere in the Tower for them to stay, and we'll tell the gunsmith to let them pick up a few weapons and the shipwright to supply them Sparrows and ships." Cayde-6 affirmed. "Their Ghosts will be able to guide them to where they need to go."
"Actually, I have nothing more to say. I merely wanted to meet our new Guardians in a less...hostile enviroment. I'm thinking of heading back to Vancouver and coordinating the purging of Fallen in the area so we can begin the creation of another City." Zavala said, though John easily picked up his irritation from his mannerisms. Forcibly relaxed muscles that still held some tension, a stiffer-than-normal voice, and the barest of hostility that laced his tone.
"Indeed, I am finished as well. I wanted to speak a little in regards to the Spartans, and would relish the opprotunity to do so later, but right now I believe I have matters to attend to." She seemed less hostile, as if she didn't care anymore. The disappointment of not having them under her as subordinates was slightly visible, but at least she wasn't hostile about it.
"Then this meeting is adjorned?" Krop Tor asked before continuing on. "Good, I will inform the Council on what occured here. If these Spartans were found, maybe others can be too. We'll have to make searches for Guardians more thorough and have groups of Ghosts flying together. Ah, and on the note of Ghosts, you four will need names." The representative turned on the four at the last part.
"If I may, Representative?" Cortana asked. The white Ghost bobbed up and down slightly. "Chief's, you will be Thel." John shifted slightly to the name, he knew why she'd given it. Thel'Vadam, the Arbiter who he'd fought against and eventually worked alongside in order to end the Human-Covenant War. A reminder that those who may not be UNSC can still be allies in the right circumstances. "Cain-216's, you will be Abel. William-B312's, you will be Heimdall. And, Lilith-D419's Ghost, you will be Satrina." The Ghosts paused before bobbing up and down.
"Those names will do." Krop Tor said. "As long as I can report them to the Council alongside the names of the Guardians." The Ghost closed its eyes before turning and departing, the three Vanguards followed after a brief farewell.
Silence reigned for a few moments as the Speaker and the Spartans stood silently.
"Is that orb floating over the city the Traveler?" John said after a minute.
"Yes, it is. The Traveler is the one thing that has kept humanity alive and fighting these last few centuries. No one, not even I, know what exactly it is. If it is a god, a ship, a being itself that formed on some planet...we simply rely on it as we mutually defend each other. Its presence has, largely, kept the forces of darkness at bay and we, with its gifted power, defend it and kill the members of Darkness that try to attack it." The Speaker answered. "And so, I must ask, Spartans...how sure are you that you can beat back the occupying forces on our planets? The Traveler believed in you four...five enough to bring you back, will its efforts have been worth it? A Speaker's role is not to doubt the actions of the Traveler, but I am finding myself wondering how much four combatants and a millenia old AI can do against the forces that have beaten us back so much. To bring you five from wherever it was you were lain to rest may have taken a lot of energy out of the Traveler, and that energy could have otherwise been used for it to do other miracles for the rest of us."
"Speaker, we will defeat these aliens and take back Sol. Spartans have always pulled off miraculous missions for the good of humanity, now will not be any different. You just make sure we're armed with the best you have and point us in the right direction, we will do the rest, Sir." John responded, his tone confident.
"I hope by the Light that your actions back up your words, Spartan." The Speaker said before turning away, effectively dismissing the Spartans.
The group left through the same entranceway they'd come through, stopping outside the door.
"This way, Guardians." Thel said as he started to head off back the way they'd come.
"So, what do you think?" Cain asked as they followed after the Ghost.
"About?" Lilith asked.
"This situation. One of the supposed leaders of the Guardians is pissed at us, and looks like someone crossbred a Spartan-IV with an elf and dunked it in blue ink; another wants to interrogate us to see what we know but also use us; and the last is an AI in a robot body who doesn't apparently care, or at least it better at hiding its motives."
"I think that none of that matters, and that we just need to do our job." William spoke up finally. "We have our mission and now we just need to wait for the intel to do it."
"And what mission is that?" Lilith asked.
"To do what we do best, kill aliens."
They made their way into the larger courtyard once more, Thel having began to head towards the left a bit, towards a stand tucked away in a corner that appeared to house the gunsmith, as evidenced by the numerous weapons.
"Incoming on our left." Cortana announced through their helmet comms.
The group stopped walking and turned to see, once more, the Guardian from earlier, his armor marking him as a Titan, walking towards them with purpose in his step.
"Should I intercept?" Cain asked, his weight moving to his left foot as he got ready to move.
"No, let him come to us. See what he wants." John shook his head, Cain nodded but kept ready to move in case he needed to.
"Spartans?" The man asked, immediately throwing them off. Even the Warlock Vanguard, Ikora Rey, hadn't know what they were at first, not until the name of 'Spartan' had been said.
"Yes?" William asked.
The man reached down to a section of his armor, a pouch generally used to carry spare ammo or supplies. Cain tensed, barely visible to a Spartan so the man likely hadn't noticed anything. What he pulled out surprised them once more and made Cain move from ready to strike to a salute, along with John and the two Spartan-IIIs.
"At ease, I'm not putting myself in command. Former Lieutenant Colonel Edward Terrance of the UNSC Marine Corp. I've been waiting a long time for one of you to show up, it's good to see four of you instead."
Author's Note:
First: I'm starting to work out a schedule for releases, I'm thinking of every Friday. If I can work out multiple chapters quickly, I may release a chapter at, like, Tuesday every so often along with the usual Friday update.
Second: New Poll on the profile, focusing on if anyone wants filler chapters for how characters died. This can be my own characters, an extended version for my MC's death, my version of Noble 6's death, or reader OCs' death(though I will ask for permission first). The main purpose for these chapters will be for when I'm going through writer's block or struggling to write due to rl problems, and I personally find such scenes to be quick to write so I can still give y'all content.
Third: The first reader-created OC, Titan Striker - Edward Terrance, makes an appearance this chapter. Edboy4926, who I respond to below, is the creator of the OC and sent me a few messages revolving around how to submit an OC and thus was able to get his OC put in this chapter. Farther down, in my response to his reviews, is the OC profile skeleton for anybody else who wants to submit their own OC(s). I will, likely, be putting it up on my profile too.
Fourth: I've decided to say this now, within ten chapters a Halo-canon character will be coming to join the Spartans and E.T., Halo lovers know the person and may or may not kill me based on how I portray the character. If you want, PM your guesses or add them in your reviews, I'm not saying if you are right or not though.
Fifth, I may have rushed a bit with the last half, if not more, of this, as I wanted to post this chapter up today instead of tomorrow when I was planning it. Main reason? Borderlands: The Pre-Sequel is coming out Tuesday of next week and I will likely be playing that game like crazy instead of writing and I can use later today/ tomorrow to try and balance out the amount of time that will be taken away from this by writing then.
P.S. Fuck the Vanguards. Honestly, Ikora Rey pisses me off because a lot of the Exotic Weapon Bounties have to do with her and having to talk to her every other step is just so...tedious. And, as the leaders of the Guardians, they literally do nothing for us, atleast to me.
And now, onto the review-answering-section-thing(I honestly need a better name for this, suggestions? I'm partial to "Alpha's Answers" or, maybe, "Author's Interrogation Results," feel free to leave suggestions):
MEleeSmasher: Would you happen to be meaning 'Exo and Awoken'? I have not seen much as to something hinting at Humans being the equals of Spartans in speed, Exo I may give you though as they were, apparently, warmachines. Some anyway, it depends. You need to remember Exo were/ are war machines that developed sentience, some may have been built for different purposes such as Infiltration, a Tank-role, and more. I can definitely see a Hunter Exo being able to move at speeds attainable by Spartans.
zezia333: Thank ya.
GrimKid98: Will do, or at least I hope I will.
jjcoop95: I'm glad to know that you like the fic so much. In response to the rest of your review though: to quote the infamous River Song from Doctor Who "Spoilers."
Guest Q: That does happen to be the most widely known/ accepted theory involving her, and it may come into play in the future.
Lone Gundam: Highly unlikely, as the augmentations for both the IIs and IIIs happen while they are children and Guardians are those who died and came back, completely destroying the whole growing up to become a Guardian possibility. Spartan IV augmentations, though, maybe. Cortana may or may not know how to do the augmentation procedures but she was created from Halsey's brain and is a Smart AI so...possibilities.
Mercenary X: Only time will tell, but I hope so.
DragonBlade00: They are working correctly, but two things happened: one, I realized that constantly bringing up shields going down and being brought up may become annoying so it would be better to only bring it up a few times, at least at this part; and two, I forgot about them. :I Yep, that happened. In regards to OCs, I have had some practice. In my profile, I mention(I think) that I have started working on a Fallout fic that is a blend of 3 and New Vegas and the thing that makes fics about that game universe slightly different from that of others is that nearly every character has to be flushed out as a OC save those that are main NPCs that the creators of the game focused on giving backstory and personality. Take for instance Courier 6, someone who, without the Lonesome Road DLC, only has a backstory of being hired to deliver a package to the New Vegas Strip and then you get robbed. From the time your character wakes up, anything you choose to have him/ her do is now that Courier's character. His/ her personality and how he/ she will react to certain situations. The Courier is, essentially, an original character that is canon because there is history in the actual game universe and because it is the main character. And, as a writer for fics of that game series, or even as a gamer who gets deeply involved or even may roleplay as the character at times(such as what some YouTubers happen to do), you must make that character as your own. You must make an OC and go with it.
Kane: My, oh, my, dat wall of text doh. Ha. No worries about it though, I'm actually glad you did this instead of only bringing up part of what you actually said, makes this a whole lot easier and allows me to address what you want clarification on. Okay, time to respond to all of this. Deep breaths. Phew, let's go.
First, thank you for actually commenting on the fact that I did mess up a bit; it reassures me that I wasn't just imagining things. I may, at some point, go back and fix early chapters after I get a bit farther into the story and I get into a decent routine and, hopefully, get the time to either work on another fic while doing this one or fix what needs to for this one. I do need a good beta though.
Second, that has yet to be flushed out by me, to be honest. I really haven't thought of that much yet.
Third, I will, I will. Ha.
Fourth, that is certainly a possibility; something similar may happen. (Last thing for this segment 'As for the," - The what?)
Fifth, the Spartans, and whoever else may come, will largely be using weapons that are not picked up from fallen enemies(take this as you will, you may have to look for hidden meanings in how this was worded), but it will be done differently than in the game and some Fallen, Hive, Vex, and Cabal weapons will be used at some point. Fallen weapons were already used, this may be all that will be used or it might not.
Sixth, Raid challenges will likely be what they give for the actual players to do and Strikes may largely remain the same as in the games, though some may be to a more massive scale.
Seventh, Halo-tech will come into play at some point and it will give whoever possesses it an edge.
In closing, no worries about sending such a wall of text as doing so does give me ideas and makes me actually think on what I want the future of the fic to hold. Apologies for any answers that may be cryptic or not give you as much info as you want but, again, 'Spoilers.'
CDS(Because I refuse to type that name): I may do the UNSC ship idea, but Cortana will still remain close to the Chief.
edboy4926(for all three): Thanks for the praise. Jorge may or may not come into this. And the following will be a SUGGESTED profile skeleton for anyone who wishes to submit an OC for use in this fic:
Name of OC:
Gender:
Race(Spartan II, III, IV, ODST, AI, Any Destiny Race, etc):
Background(For Guardians, brief summary of first death may suffice):
Personality:
Guardian Class:
Affiliation(UNSC Forces, Tower, Light, Themselves, etc):
Combat Role:
Armor:
Weapons:
Ghost Description:
Any Signature Item(Similar to Emile's Kukri):
Appearance Description:
Additional Information:
jabbarulez: Well, hope you stick around. More to come.
Unimportant: You'll see~ Nah, kidding. I've been to cryptic today with answering. William-B312(Noble Six) will in fact be a Hunter.
Unknown One: Yep.
XRaiderv1: Thanks for the praise.
EliteSlayer101: Wait and see. The Flood may not show up for a decent amount of time to come.
Addendum: it is preferred that profiles are messaged to me in a PM, but those without an account may post them in the Reviews. And, no Covenant-race, including Sangheili, OCs...at this time.
