Chapter 3:

"When Two Worlds Meet: Part One "

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At an unknown location where it is cold, Local Date Unknown

Taking a breath before speaking Hero shouts out "Some welcoming party you lot are! I'd be afraid if I haven't faced worse odds before!" Left out the small detail that was back in training back on Onyx and not wherever the hell I am now. Taking a small step off the slip space drop pod and landing with a slight crunching of the snow, he speaks once more "And with bows and arrows no less. What is this some Innie throwback? Or did you guys miss the memo where sticks and stones have been replaced by firearms now."

"Oi who in the flaming fuck are you!" Yells a gruff from behind a rock. Who speaks once more before the stranger can speak "And what the fuck kind of shit is spewing out from your mouth."

"Spartan G-332, but my friends call me Hero." Bruce walks towards the three with an air of cockiness or confidence depending on the person's point of view. As he closes the distance between himself and the group people, one of the locals aims his bow and lets loss an arrow intended for the Spartans head. It sings in the air for a few brief seconds before the Spartan due to his super human reflexes merely tilts his head out of the pathway of the arrow. Allowing for the arrow to go whizzing past the side of his helmet, disappearing into the snow covered forest. Unnatural unfazed by such an aggressive welcome the Hero merely states with a very cold, yet calm voice "Now I realize that we aren't friends yet, but that wasn't very nice."

Still in a daze in regards the speed in which the Spartan moved, the man who had let loss the arrow was in stunned silence with his mouth agape. As if not being able to process what just happened the man stayed silent giving no reply to the Spartan's statement. Looking at the man for a few seconds Hero ask "Well? You going to say anything or you just going to stand there with your tongue hanging out?"

Instead of the man answer, it was a female of the three that replies instead "What are you? Are you some sort of demon?"

To which Hero's response is "No." Says without missing a beat.

There is a moment of stillness as nothing happens. "Now that we have that out of the way, mind telling where exactly I am at?" Hero Questions in very nonchalant manor as his visor sweeps across the three companions. Still stuck within their stupor at how a man in full armor could dodge such an attack. Bruce speaks once more after an uncomfortable moment of silence. In which the only movements the three unknowns make are the opening and closing of their mouths.

"Oh…" the female voice barely whispers out, but loud enough to break the awkward silence.

As if upon hearing their companion speak, shocks the other two member of her group out of their stupor. The two holding bows once again notch another arrow and take aim while the sole melee fighter of the group makes to stand in between the two archers. The gruff voice who spoke before once more speaks again "I bet'cha he can't dodge 'em all!" While his fellow companions do not share the same conviction as the guff voiced man, the two others still if a bit reluctantly get into a fighting stance.

"If it's a fight you people want it's a fight you'll get" Hero sighs out in gleeful tone. Bruce prepares himself to sprint the remaining 20 meters of snow which separates the two parties when no response is given.

There is no verbal response. The only reply the three people give is the war cry of the melee fighter and the release of two arrows. As a result the Spartan who still needs valuable information plans to disarm the three poorly armed locals. Hero begins to race towards his three targets when he enters a period of time known only to Spartan's, and Spartans only. A period of time which has been dubbed as Spartan time. A time in which Spartans are able move with such amazing speed that they can accomplish the impossible.

Ducking underneath one of the arrows before side stepping the other. Hero closes the distance between the two parties from 12 meters to ten in what seems like less than a Nano-second. Two more arrows fly towards him as he approaches the eight meter mark. The first of which he deflects with a simple outward swipe of his forearm. The second arrow he deals with by merely twisting away from said arrow. He continues to run, despite the snowy terrain Bruce makes excellent progress now closing in on the six meter mark and the sole melee warrior of the group. Another meter and the courageous local meets the highly trained Spartan. As the distance between the combatants closes the local swings his home crafted axe in a downwards arc towards Hero's helmet. In response Bruce strike's the man with swift palm strike to the throat preventing said action from ever coming to fruition. As a result the melee fighter begins to drop to his knees reaching for his throat with both hands after dropping his weapon, gasping for breath. Hero finishes off the lone warrior with a quick knee to the body before making his way to the two archers who have now let loose another two more arrows.

Not bothering with dodging nor blocking the incoming arrows so as to make up for lost time spent on their fellow party member. The Spartan rushes forward faster allowing the arrows to make contact with his armor, only for his combat shield to prevent said arrows from actually reaching his armor. Giving off a slight golden shimmer his shield loses less than 4% of its total integrity. With that he is now a meter away from the other male archer delivering a powerful but non-lethal punch to the archer's stomach. Which leaves said man in state with his wind knocked out of him. Gasping for breath the archer sinks into the snowy ground, all before Hero turns his attention to the last remain local still standing. He rushes off towards his last standing target. Before the female archer has time to even let loose another arrow the Spartan is upon her disarming the woman by batting away said bow. Which is merely a precursor to what follows. Firmly grasping her left forearm and tucking her arm underneath his armpit. The Spartan brings her closer to him and most importantly brings her off balance. All while his combat knife is pressed her upon her now open and exposed throat.

"Now" Bruce's says with a cold calmness that brings fear into the woman's eyes. Slightly pausing to emphasis the position in which she is in. He continues to speak once more "Care to tell me where I am? Or would you lot like to further test any theories you may have?" While sparing a quick glance to her fellow locals.

Upon looking back into the woman's eyes it is not fear that Hero sees, but the fires of defiance that occupies her brown eyes. The Spartan is slightly surprise to see such a rapid change within the woman's eyes. Even more so considering the situation at hand; however he is even more surprised with how the woman speaks next.

"I an't going to tell you a fucking thing you dam southerner." She hisses out in low threatening tone. A tone which assures that only he could hear her speak.

"You really want to make things more difficult then they need to be don't you?" Bruce sighs out in annoyance more than anything else.

"What, you think I am just like those dam southerners who give up at the slightest discomfort? Besides it looks like you have problems of your own right now." She whispers out with a mixture of malice and smugness, as her eyes travel downwards towards the Spartan's crouch.

Following the woman's eyes downward Hero is greeted to the sight of a rather deadly looking knife resting comfortably against his privates. "Well fuck me... Looks like I should be worried, if not for the fact that my armor is made up of far stronger stuff then that little ice pick you have there." Bruce whispers back, his voice full of smugness. This is getting me nowhere. I have to find the rest of my squad and this tact isn't working. Maybe if I release her she'll be more willing to cooperate. Yeah let's see how that tact works out. Taking a deep breath Hero begins to slowly step back. Releasing his current prisoner as he resheathing his combat blade. The Spartan takes one more step back so as to create some distance between the two but so that they are still within arm's reach.

After being released, she brings one hand up to her throat and rubs where the blade and flesh met. Throughout this her eyes never once leave the visor of Bruce's helmet. As if attempting to peer through the Spartan's visor and into his eyes. Nothing happens for a few seconds. The only noise is the occasional gasp from the two men behind them as they attempt to recapture the air that has escaped their lungs.

And then the silence is broken with a simple sentence..."What now?" Low enough that only the two them could hear.

"Now...now you answer my questions and then I'll be on my merry way. That's all" replies Bruce as he keeps an eye on his motion detector.

"That's all?" She ask as if not believing him.

"That's all. Now if you'll kindly tell me where it is exactly I am, I'll be out of your hair soon enough." Bruce says in much more civil tone.

The woman pauses as if in disbelief before she speaks again "You really don't know where you are?"

"No I don't, that's why I keep asking" Hero speaks out in frustration.

"You're north of the Southerners' dam Wall, in the true North with us free folk." She speaks as she resheathing her knife.

"Okay what the hell is a southern and why do you keep calling me that? And on top of that what the hell is the Wall?" The Spartan ask confusion evident in his voice.

If Hero thought the woman looked as if she was in disbelief before, then her reaction to hearing his last line of questions definitely proved him wrong. Her eyes stared at him as if he had grown another head. She was also quite as if the woman needed time in order to process the information just given to her.

"What?" Is all the Spartan is able to say. The way she was looking at him made him feel unconformable. Bruce wasn't at all used to people starring at him in such a way.

"We call those who live south of the Wall Southerners, or Kneelers. The Wall is this gigantic...Well wall of ice that keeps them from us and us from them. And the reason we call you Southern is that only Southerns wear metal suits for armor. Well aside from the Theens" The woman states in low whisper.

Huh well that answers my first question, but really all it does is leave me with more questions than answers. Well at least she's calmed down since finding out I know nothing of this place and I'm not a Southerner. Hero thought to himself as he digested this new information. By now the two men behind them were finally able to find their breath. As such the two slowly and with caution made their way to their friend, who was not seriously harmed by the Spartan.

**LINE BREAK**

Update: Somewhere North of the Wall, Local date Unknown

"I promise you I am no southerner, like I said before I'm a Spartan of The UNSC." Bruce replies loud enough for all three to hear.

"Spartan? The UNSC?" The woman ask in questioning tone. "You sure you're not some demon or something?" She ask a bit more apprehensively. By this point all three free folk were back together standing in front of the lone Spartan.

Letting out a soft chuckle the Spartan replies with the following "I am no demon..." As he reaches up to the sides of his helmet. There is a slight hiss of air as he removes his SPIRITS ARMOR helmet. Revealing to the free folk before him a pale youthful face with hazel eyes and very short brown hair. "Though my enemies have often called my kind as such" he finishes, now holding his helmet in his arm.

Silence. There is no sound as the three companions stare the face of what looks like a boy no older then five-and-ten. What really draws their attention though is the Spartan's eyes. Eyes that seem much older than the boy's face. Too old to be on the same youthful face.

Eventually the silence is broken when the guff voiced man lets out a long and hearty laugh as everyone looks to him see what is so funny. "We were... Bested by... A lad not even old enough to shave yet!" He says between several bouts of gut busting laughter. The rest of the people watch as the gruff voiced man attempts to catch his breath, only to break down into another series of heavy laughter. The next person to speak is not the female nor the male currently laughing his head off. Instead it is the shrill voiced one that speaks next.

"Clearly you are just a boy... A boy who can fight" he pauses before speaking again. "The name's Skakmar and that one over there laughing his arse off is Jarodr" the shrill voiced man says nodding his head in the direction of the gruff voiced man. Continuing to speak "Her" pointing towards the female "name is-" before being cut off by said woman.

"Rowya and can speak for herself" replies Rowya.

"If you an't no southern as you say maybe you should meet Mance" says Skakmar.

This immediately grabs the attention of Jarodr, who has stopped laughing. Like night and day his behavior changes drastically. From a jolly and mirth filled mood to a much darker and serious one. "Just because the lad an't no fucking kneeler don't mean we should bring him to Mance!" Yells Jarodr. Only to continue his rant "We can't fucking trust him! So what if the boy can fight!" Jarodr finishes.

This time it is Rowya who speaks "Did you lot not just see the way this lad just fucking moved? He moves faster than all of us and is in armor!" She almost shouts out.

"See reason Jarodr! Maybe he could be some use to Mance, we all know what's coming..." Skakmar leaves the rest unsaid.

There is a tense moment as all three free folk argue amongst themselves over whether or not to bring the Spartan to Mance.

Ignoring the three locals Bruce's highly trained instincts begin to kick in. He scans the surrounding area with a keen eye and through various filters such as thermal and inferred. When nothing appears he turns his attention back to the still bickering locals. After listening for a few seconds Hero decides to head back to his Slip Space Drop Pod in order to recover his Spartan laser and anything else that may be useful. With that in mind he turns his back to the three people and begins to walk towards his fallen pod.

Bruce is already more than half way to his drop pod before any of the local's notice that he is walking away. `

In fact it is Jarodr who speaks "Oi! Where in the fucking hell are you going?" He yells out.

"To get my stuff" Bruce replies in an even tone barely loud enough to reach the three squabbling locals.

"What?" Yells Jarodr clearly not hearing the Spartans reply. Once no answer is received he turns to his fellow free folk. "Well what the fuck did he say?" Jarodr demands.

"To get something" replies Rowya in clear annoyance, before moving to follow the Spartan.

Once Bruce reaches the pod, he sees his weapon. The M6 Grindell/Galilean Nonlinear Rifle or as it is commonly known the Spartan Laser. A powerful weapon that is able to kill a Hunter with one well-placed blast. It is also powerful enough to blast through the covenant shielding of an Elite, leaving only a charred husk. The only downside to such a weapon is the limited ammo capacity. Each shot will normally drain approximately 20% to 25% of the weapons total charge; however due to some of the tinkering and customization by not only ONI's technicians but also a rescued Covenant Engineer. One of the major customizations of the gun is a replaceable battery pack, thus allowing for more shots to be fired. Another perk of Bruce's customized Spartan Laser is the reduced battery drain per shot, which is now cut down to a loss of 10% to 12% per shot. Giving him a total of ten or nine shots per battery pack.

With a gun crazy smile under his visor Hero places the heavy weapon on to his back magnetic plate. With that secured he searches through the pod for anything else that may be of use. By this time Rowya has caught up Bruce and merely looks on as the Spartan completes his search.

Walking away from the pod with a smirk as he turns to the woman. In the three packs are an assortment of explosive goodies that would make any demolition expert smile. Along with ten spare magazine for his pistol, four spare changeable battery packs for his Spartan Laser, inside the pack are fragmentation grenades, several M168 Demolition Charges, a few M383C Linear Shaped Charge Demolition kits, claymores, C-7, several 102mm High Explosive Anti-Tank and several plasma grenades.

"So I take it we're meeting with this Mance now?" Bruce ask, hoping that their leader would be able to provide more answers then these three free folk.

"Yes. Yes we are, it's been agreed upon that we shall take you to our leader" Says Rowya.

"Lead the way" replies Hero as he gestures with his hands toward Rowya.