Chapter Seven: Spartan Girl
I raised my eyes to the heavens and sighed. "Do I have to wear a skirt? How am I supposed to fight the Covenant armada in a skirt??"
I was shocked to hear Miranda laugh.
"You? Just go out and fight the Covenant without any training of any kind? Do you think watching simulations is the same? You've been sadly mistaken young girl."
I frowned.
"Then train me." I countered. "Make me a Spartan."
"Are you insane? A Spartan?! Never! The money, time, and pain are more than it's worth."
"I'll do it in two months." I knew if I was gone for any more time, my family would worry about me, but as a (hopefully) would-be Spartan, I pushed my concerns to a dark corner in my mind.
"It'll kill you!" She took a step forward. I stood firm.
"I'll do it, just give me some time!" I saluted and tried to stand really straight.
"Fine, but you'll go through surgery first."
"Surgery?" I tried not to be scared, but…
"It's okay to be
afraid…"
I took a deep breath and set myself a maxim. "No
fear. No fear. No fear."
I met Dr. Halsey, who shook her dead sadly when she heard my request.
"Why would you want to do that to yourself?"
"Ma'am, I wish to protect Earth and the Marines of the UNSC in any way I can." I looked at her as steadily as I could.
"All so young…" She whispered before she instructed me to lay down on the robotic dolly for surgery. She placed a mask over my mouth and nose, and my vision got hazy. I fell into a deep state of unconsciousness.
