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I got so absorbed writing that I was able to finish this chapter really quick!

I also included major references about some other things.

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Hope you enjoy the chapter:


- Third person's POV-

The members of NEST had spent a few hours with their eyes stuck on the images being shown on Wheeljacks projector.

No one could ever had fathomed what this soldier was capable, the video logs made it look as if him fighting against a decepticon was one of the easiest thing he had done in his military career .

They saw him and other Spartans take out whole bases by themselves…Other times he would do it on his own! On another log they saw him and a team of Spartans, together with a couple of armored looking soldiers (ODST's), hold off an attack from thousands of weird-looking creatures without a problem. The Spartans even dropped from outer space, surviving a planetary entry as if nothing happened!

They were surprised when they saw him fighting humans, but what really left them astounded was when they saw the Spartan against wide assortment of different aliens and weapons. However, even in those overwhelming odds, the Spartan sometimes alone and other times along with other soldiers or Spartans, always managed to efficiently complete the mission.

Most of them jolted at the Spartans interruption as he said "I'm sending the last video log"

No one was capable to come up with an answer at that time.

Nevertheless, the recording started to appear on the hologram.


/-Vi-doc-/

/The screen started to focus revealing what appeared like some sort of hangar, many vehicles where spread across the room with many people working, repairing, patrolling or just talking. The room buzzed with activity./

The Spartan seemed to be waiting close to one of the troop-transport-like vehicle as he was looking at some mechanics load it with supplies.

He turned around and saw a small crowd of soldiers and mechanics alike forming next to what appeared to look like supply crates. It looked like it caught the Spartans attention as he then approached the group of people.

When he arrived, He effortlessly moved to a position where he would see what the commotion was all about. He found his spot close to another dark-armored figure (not a Spartan though), he focused on a dark-skinned veteran looking soldier that was next to the crates which where at the center of the mass, he wore a green war-gear from futuristic time. He also appeared to be smoking a cigar.

"LISTEN UP MARINES! I'VE GOT SOME ISSUES I'M GONNA WORK ON YOU FELLAS TODAY" he yelled efficiently quieting the mob.

"Looks like Christmas has arrived at the corps 'cause the eggheads sent us a whole lot of new toys" He said grinning while he pointed with his thumb the many crates that were behind him.

"And it seems my good looks along with my smooth talking made me the candidate to handle the introductions" He then turned around and picked up one of the weapons.

"This here is the SRS-S6 Sniper Rifle!" he said and at the same time showed the weapon to the crowd. "As always it's-"

"But Sarge that looks the same as the older model!" an armored figure suddenly complained interrupting the cigar-chopping marine.

"SHUT UP MYCKEY! I AIN'T DONE YET!" viciously snapped the Sergeant puffing smoke.

"As I was saying… It has the same shape as always BUT that's all they have in common" continued the sergeant "With the specs this thing has: You'll kill someone from so far away you would have to run for DAYS to T-bag the sunovabitch." declared the veteran

"Some of us could already do it…" retorted another armored voice

"Romeo, if you so much as open your mouth again we're not gonna be able to hear you. 'CAUSE YOU'LL HAVE A BULLET IN YOUR MOUTH!" howled the sergeant.

After a brief pause while he chewed on his cigar "Yeah, I know what you're thinkin: 'Sergeant Major Johnson, these sounds like really awesome odds but I'll probably run out of bullets before I unlock my badass achievement!' " resumed the sergeant after his pause

"Well! I've got something for you" he then said grinning "This S6 Sniper rifle comes with EIGHT bullets per magazine" he said catching everyone's attention "that means: double the kills, twice the fun and possibly you guys killing as much as J.D. does in a single firefight!" he concluded pointing to the dark-armored figure next to the Spartan.

"NOW for our next item, my personal favorite…" he said while he brought out a Spartan laser

"THIS HERE is the new M6 Grindell/Gali-"he said struggling "Ah Fuck it, let's try that again… THIS HERE is the new and improved SPARTAN LASER!" He continued after his small mishap.

Every one kept silent. "NO MORE will you have to toss this badass machine because it's out of juice. THIS new model has an awesome new feature, the power source is able to recharge after enough time passes…" He then boasted as if proud of the scientists work.

Suddenly one of the marines yelled

"OFFICER ON DECK!"

They all hastily turned towards where the voice came from and saluted, it was the ship's captain.

"As you were." replied the matured looking captain, they complied and started to disperse. Moving back to what they were doing before.

The captain then approached the Spartan "Spartan A-2357?" he asked when he got in front of him.

"Yes, sir" The Spartan said, saluting

The captain replied "At ease, son"

The veteran looking captain then continued "I've just received your new orders, they came from highcom"

"ONI, Sir?" Inquired the Spartan, to which the captain replied with a nod "Most likely, it's classified"

The captain then resumed "You're orders are to fly this pelican and transport its contents to the Infinity" he turned around looking at the space transport "It's one of the new prototypes, equipped with a small jumpdrive…" he then looked back at the Spartan "I don't know who ordered this or why is a Spartan tasked with a simple transport mission, the details were classified…" Honestly confessed the puzzled captain.

"Me neither, sir" replied the also concerned Spartan

"But anyway. Good hunting Spartan, although I hear you already have luck on your side." He said as he saluted.

The Spartan saluted back, and after a nod the captain left.

/The scene suddenly changed as the Spartan fastfowarded the recording /

/It was now showing what looked like the pelican's cockpit/

A few minutes passed without anything happening. Then, a weird high frequency mechanical sound was heard.

Optimus suddenly commented surprised "Is that what I think…"

A few seconds later, the Pelican suddenly seemed as if something had viciously struck it, forcibly exiting slipspace.

A planet appeared in the forward view, and it was closing really fast.

The Spartan unsuccessfully struggled to keep the bird under control as it plummeted into the atmosphere.

"SHIT!" they heard the Spartan curse, he then stuck one of the buttons on one of the panels, they heard the pelican depressurize and then thunderous wind.

All of them held their breath as they saw the Spartan run through the aft compartment, jump out and freefall while he observed the crashing, out of control bird.

After a few seconds later the booming sound of the Spartan hitting the ground was heard…

/ End of vi-doc /


-Arthur's POV-

Hours went by while the soldiers and autobots alike watched my recordings, all of them spent the whole time practically without saying a word.

"It must be like they're watching an action vid" I thought. I spent the time reorganizing and securing the weapons I had taken out earlier today, placing them back into the weapon crates.

I needed something to keep my hands busy.

I needed to drown my thoughts from remembering how much I missed my fellow Spartans (who were like brothers and sisters to me), my instructor and my friends…

"Chances are I'll never get to see them again…" I considered, depressed…

My instincts told me someone was observing me.

I shot my head up and…

Nothing; everyone was still focused on the holographic screen.

"Weird…" But I soon lost interest.

(Little did the Spartan know that Arcee really did stare at him while he showed his saddened face.)

As the last vi-doc ended; "I lost consciousness when I hit the ground, you guys found me soon after I woke up."I added, finishing the tale.

No one spoke a word. They all seemed taken aback from what they had just finished watching.

Epps seemed the first to recover "Well… that was… insane" he managed to finally voice, still awestruck. The rest snapped out of their trance as they remembered where they were.

"That was really something…" Confessed the still puzzled general "But I still have many things to attend to. Prime, Major, Spartan, I'll see you later." He then added leaving the hangar, pondering on a lot of things.

"I think I'll also take a break. Gonna catch something to grub, you coming William?" added Epps soon.

"Yeah I'm with you…" replied the Major "Wanna join us Ironhide?" he said looking at the giant black bot.

"Nah, I think I'll go get some target practice at the shooting range." answered the bot " 'Catch you later' as the human saying goes" he retorted walking towards the hangar's exit. Bumblebee seemed to have the same idea as he left right behind the weapons specialist.

Soon after, only three stayed behind: Optimus, Wheeljack and Arcee.

Prime seemed to finally awaken from his trance. "What's your opinion of this Wheeljack?" he inquired.

"Fascinating, all of it was absolutely fascinating!" replied the high-spirited scientist. "It would seem he travelled between dimensions!" he then conjectured, after looking at me, eager for more information "What more can you tell us?"

I reordered my thoughts and began narrating everything I knew about my 'dimensions' history: starting from the foundation of the UNSC…


- Arcee's POV-

Time passed as the Spartan narrated his history.

He told us everything he knew had happened, the insurgents, conflicts, expansion… until he reached the Human-Covenant war.

I was dumbfounded as I heard how much they lost and how close they came to extinction.

"Dozens of planets destroyed, countless cities obliterated, trillions of human lives lost…"

I had been alive for…Primus, how many cycles already?

I remember the war on Cybertron and when we were forced to leave. How hard it was for all the autobots as we roamed space… But this guy had lived things that where almost thrice times worst of what she had gone through.

"How does he do it?" I thought as I looked at him "How is he able to keep moving forward after losing so much…"

Then, he told us about the 'Flood'.

I stood there horrified as he conveyed the events, the array of weapons know as 'halos' and the war humans and an ancient race that came before them had fought against this… this monster.

I looked at Optimus and saw sadness in his face; he must be thinking things along the same line.

What really made my spark hurt was his tale about the so called 'Prometheans'

"Wait…" Interrupted Optimus "You said that these… Prometheans… were humans that were converted into… machines?" asked our leader; it felt as if he was slightly angry

"Yes…" confessed the Spartan "the details are still a bit sketchy, but we know that at least the Promethean Knights were once… they used to be human." Concluded the Spartan

We all fell silent as he concluded his story.

I now understood why they made soldiers as deadly as the Spartans, why they would take huge risks; such as dropping from orbit or singlehandedly take on entire bases filled with the enemy by themselves.

They were desperate.

They had been thrown in an endless cycle of conflict…

They just wanted to survive.

All that they really desired: was peace

"How are you able to live like that?!" I anxiously questioned the Spartan in my mind "How are you able to move forward and keep living when everything in the galaxy seems like it wants to kill you?! I mean look at you! You're smaller than me and yet you still keep struggling to protect everyone!"

"Why are you still fighting after all you've suffered?!" I exclaimed inwards. My Spark ached; it hurt with the thought of having to live my life the way he had lived his…

Optimus seemed to have reached the same conclusion as he then voiced

"Why do you still keep fighting, Arthur?" inquired a troubled Optimus

Sadness then took place in the Spartans eyes. He lowered his head a bit.

.

.

.

He then raised his head, his eyes now filled with a new light.

"…for humanity" he started

"To win humanity's future!" was Arthur's unwavering answer.

"How can you be so strong…"


A Spartans steeled will...

Well that's the end of chapter:

Yes, I know I almost scripted the "Bip bap bam" Vi-doc, but I found it so awesome that I couldn't help myself. Johnson is so badass that he HAD to appear in my fic. I also included other halo characters.

I'll probably start chapter 8 soon. As always, It'll take a few days at the most.

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until we meet again

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