A rough wind ripped by what was left of a long road. On either of its sides, rows of shops, worn and broken, stood partly intact and gloomy, like a depressing wall of humanities accomplishments. Little was heard, aside from the occasional breaking of glass or crumbling of rubble, drifting around in the wind's force.

A larger building's wall budged. A large door, seemingly moldy, creaked, then fell. Behind it, Spartan 117, along with Alpha Squad stood, glancing around awkwardly. The Spartans right hand was raised, as if he were to open the now non-existent door.

"Oops." The entire wall then collapsed.

Master Chief simply walked over the crumbled wall and the remains of the door. The street, or the ruins of a large street, echoed with each metallic step he took. The area seemed clear, even with his presence the street seemed just a bit less dangerous.

As the Chief stepped out and onto the street, he glanced around, scouring the area for any signs of enemies. This advance gave the others a chance to recover the fact that a wall had just fallen with a bang and no ambush came.

"I didn't think he was this clumsy." Spoke the private first class. Richard Levvy spoke loud enough for his comment to be heard by the one in mention, who turned, facing the younger soldier. If the Gear could see the monster's eyes, it would have most likely petrified him.

Master Chief turned away though, and continued away from the small spread of rubble laying on the street. The Sergeant of the squad walked up to his friend, eyeing the green beast with caution.

"Must be something similar to Berserkers. Normally, they're cumbersome and troublesome. But in battle, they're hell to the enemy."

"Talking behind our backs would be good," spoke Cortana, making them all jump," if I weren't able to hack into close range com systems."

The gears looked taken aback, all except for Private Starfield, who passed the slowing gears and continued after the Spartan.

"Spartan. What gives you this name?" Carey Starfield asked, a calm and dark voice directing the speech. The chief didn't turn as he addressed the question.

"Spartans were ancient soldiers know as the top of elite, capable of almost any feat in battle." The chief paused suddenly, spotting a piece of grey metal shining from a pile of rubble.

"Spartans? I never heard of them before actually." Spoke the Sergeant as he hurried up to the others.

"You people never discussed ancient earth history, around ancient Greek times? That's supposed to be simple education." Cortana's educated voice again shot from the speakers, prodding at the gears.

The reaction, if Cortana had a physical one, would have been a strange mix of annoyance, shock, and curiosity.

The gears looked puzzled by the term 'Ancient Greek' and 'Earth History'. Instead of a well thought out response, they all glanced at each other, and shrugged. But still, Cortana's matrix struggled to pull it together. Where were they? She and Master Chief; they weren't on Earth, that was for sure. But Humans were here. In a war she had never heard of, and with an enemy never encountered before by the Fleets, or Armed forces. So, where had the winded up? An uncharted colony inhabited by rag-tag humans?

That couldn't make any sense either. Most people knew about these facts, such as 'Spartan'. And to add to her confusion, almost every human knew of Master Chief and the Spartans fight against the Covenant. But, these soldiers didn't have a clue. Even as chief's sensors checked the men behind him, it gave Cortana another chance to analyze them. They were armed in bulky, but hard amour. Each soldier seemed to have a specific type of armor specification. But it was rougher, less… what to call it… polished. They seemed less suitable for any soldier than the ones marines had to carry.

The chief hadn't the time yet to consider such things. One thing was on his mind, and the piece of debris was all he needed to set a new course. He turned to the left.

"Hey, Spartan, we're supposed to head north."

"So, head north. I need to take a pit stop." The chief didn't even stop to respond.

The Sergeant considered a retort, but at the words 'pit stop', let it slide, and instead followed with curiosity.

"Sir, we can't stop for long." The hulking figure of Howard Fortcheril loomed behind the leader of Alpha Squad. "We can't have Delta waiting on us, or we risk their lives or ammo."

"Yeah, we can't loose any unnecessary ammo, can we?" he spoke sarcastically to the Private, who shook his head roughly at the response.

The Spartan still walked to the left, and found ruins to a small alleyway, leading to a large town square. Though the alleyway was dark, it was obvious something was smoking at the other end in the center of the town square.

"Looks intact."

"What? What's intact?" the private first class focused his eyes on the center of the square as the large man hurried to it. It was one of the escape pods he filled with weapons. The chief stepped to the side of the main escape door, and slammed it open. The door shot out, barely missing the squadron.

"Whoa, watch it, ok-" the Sergeants voice seemed to desert him as he saw what was inside the escape pod. A large cache of guns, pistols, grenades, and other objects assumed to be weapons inhabited the small area. Among them, several rifles that were the same as the one the chief currently had, several strange devices, some strange double tube, and other various weapons.

"My god. How do you fit this stuff in here? And… what's this?" Howard held up a small plasma pistol, unsure of where to grip it. The chief snatched it away from him.

"Careful with these. Plasma Pistol." He tossed the plasma pistol back into the escape pod. He wouldn't need one with him; there was no way a vehicle could be a threat in this labyrinth of a wasteland.

"Plasma- Pistol?"

"What the hell are these?" the sergeant was examining, of all the dangerous choices, the rocket launcher.

"Back away from the weapons if you don't know what they are."

The Sergeant looked harshly over to the Spartan, who seemed to be staring at him, however this was hard to decide if he was or not; his face was hidden by the yellow/gold face cover.

"Plasma Pistol?"

Both turned to Richard, who held the pistol lightly in his hands, letting it dangle slightly.

"Yeah. So?"

"What the heck do you mean plasma? Or can it actually… fire plasma rounds?"

"Yeah, it can."

"I knew it!" the others turned to the Sergeant. "You are an alien! You have to be!"

"Uh, sir-"

"No no-" Mark cut him off quickly, leaving the private first class to look annoyed " listen! We find him by a crash site, which was part of a falling object from space. From space! There aren't any human colonies out in space!" with his hands he began to list facts about the chief.

"First off, he doesn't know about the Locust, or the War- he doesn't know the planet he's on- we find a special artificial intelligence ages away from our own technology- and to top it off, he has these crazy weapons that we have never seen before!"

"The rifles look like the Lancer," spoke Carey, darkly examining a battle rifle from the pod, which was immediately snatched back by the chief.

"You're smarter than you look, Sergeant." Spoke Cortana. "With what you told me, I would have assumed he is something like that."

"Does it matter?" spoke the chief, again in that powerful tone he seemed to always have. "I'm fighting the same creatures you do. I say I'm human. From earth, what more-"

"Earth! What is with this constant 'earth' thing your on about!? This isn't earth!" suddenly burst the Sergeant.

Master chief wanted to end this discussion, as it was getting them nowhere but behind schedule. So he tossed the Sergeant the Rocket Launcher, and picked up several more grenades; two plasma, two frag, and then grabbed an over-shield.

"Time to go."

"Hey!" the squad followed after him, with the Sergeant still prying at his theories for him being an Alien.


"So these are the Stonewell Canals?" The inexperienced man glanced around at the partially flooded ground, and the three bridged area far ahead of them.

"No, they're just up ahead. These are part of them, but the area you probably know about are ahead of us, by the three bridges." Dom spoke to the younger man, walking backwards as he did.

"Dom." Dom almost ran into Marcus as he turned. The Sergeant of Delta was looking at a blockage of the main gate. It was piled with rubble, and was almost any way of seeing through.

Before, they had seen the area from a taller platform, but now that they had found the normal entrance, they found themselves stuck.

"There's away around, but we might be late."

"Sounds right." Cole shook his head enthusiastically as he said this.

The six turned to a smaller alleyway that led to a side entrance to the canals. Just before they reached it however…

"Alpha… you guys there? Over."

Marcus held his hand up and over his ear. "Copy Delta. We hear you."

"Sorry for the interruption, but we got you signals close by, so we wanted to see if close range coms were working yet."

"Well, good job." Baird gave a sarcastic thumbs up. "They're working."

"Sorry if you've been waiting for us guys, be had a slight… detour."

"Copy, we've had our own little delay. One of the gates had been piled over."

"Yeah, we got that too. We'll be there shortly, roger?"

"Copy that. We'll have two extras tailgating though- so don't shoot them on sight." Marcus said, spotting the strandeds who had accompanied them trying to eavesdrop on the conversation by nudging closer to Dom or Baird.

"Yeah, we know how you feel. Alpha out."

Marcus paused only half a second. "sounds like they got some company too."

"Oh great, a big fricken party for humanity in Stonewell Canals, right? Does this sound familiar to anyone else?" baird almost shouted, getting angry at nothing again.

"Shut up Baird, let's go."


I'm not dead.

Hehehe, sorry for making you guys wait, but I needed a break from writing. This recent chapter though, doesn't mean I'll update every other day. Maybe twice a week; at max.

Sorry again for the wait! REVIEW please :3

(A random Spartan bursts into room and Spartan laser's me. +10 points)