Spartan II(S) Program

by Shur

Alice 130, a Spartan II who went missing, along with the entire ship Spirit of Fire, nearly one year ago, finds herself in a top secret program created by Doctor Catherine Halsey, the creator of the Spartan Program. Now, after surviving genetic modifications that she was intended to die from, Alice must live as a secret weapon, being used directly against Covenant forces.

1. Chapter 1

Authors Notes:

I got bored, researched a missing Spartan that I could take and rebuild into something I like. This story is based around Alice 130, a Spartan II that went missing along with the UNSC ship Spirit of Fire and its crew, which includes two other Spartans. They were original members from Red Team when the Spartans were first deployed, if you want to see more of them either watch or play through Halo Wars.

Anyways, I'll upload more chapters if anyone actually finds this and reads it. Please leave a comment if you do read, its much appreciated. Also if you find anything that doesn't quite fit canonically, please, please let me know and I'll try to make it work better. I want to keep this story as canon as possible. Especially since there's really nothing written about the war between 2531 and 2550ish.

Enjoy, make Shur you tell me if you want more ;D

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[Expunged]

[Expunged]

Transmission to: Dr. Catherine Halsey

Subject: [Expunged]

Dear doctor,

Recently the crew of [EXPUNGED] have come across a free floating UNSC vessel by the name of Spirit of Fire. The ship and it's crew, recently listed as MIA, are all intact. I have decided to contact you, instead of more proper authorities, because there are three very interesting crew on board.

We disabled the AI, which had attempted to prevent us from entering and discovered the captain, a certain scientist, and three Spartan IIs in cryo-sleep. The ship is now on its way to the rendezvous point: [Expunged].

Pleasure being of service,

[Expunged]

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[EXPUNGED]

[EXPUNGED]

Message to: [EXPUNGED]

RE: [EXPUNGED]

Dear [EXPUNGED],

I am extremely pleased by your discovery and decision to give me first dibs on the vessel. As it turns out, I have a new project that will require a few Spartan IIs. I'll see to it that you are rewarded handsomely.

Regards,

Doctor Catherine Halsey

After the death of Spartan 130 AKA Spartan II-S 1, a recording of her thoughts from the time she was rescued from the derelict ship Spirit of Fire, to the moment of her death was uploaded to an Office of Naval Intelligence database. There are some areas where, while Spartan 130 was either unconscious or her brain activity dropped significantly, the Artificial Intelligence inserted its own thoughts into the recording, it is unclear whether this was purposeful or not.

The following is extremely classified, clearance level [EXPUNGED] or higher is required to view.

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Chapter 1

2534 AD

December

07:30

The cold drained out of me as the cryo-pod shut down, rapidly defrosting me and the others in the room. I stepped out onto the cold floor with shaky legs and tried get my bearings. Twenty days ago I had been woken up from cryo-sleep to find that I had been put on the missing-in-action list. Apparently a few Spartans and I had gone missing on a ship which had recently been found. Luckily it was UNSC that found us, unluckily it was an Office of Naval Intelligence vessel, who had us delivered to doctor Catherine Halsey.

That would have been fine, except for the fact she was looking for some Spartan IIs to do experiments on. Currently we are half way through the experiments and already two Spartans have died. Apparently, they weren't the ones I had been brought in with, so I guess I could be thankful for that. Some of the experiments had knocked a few of my recent memories out of place, so I didn't know who was who.

Halsey was researching ways to increase combat effectiveness and battle-readiness. She was currently testing using the brain's built in 'reward' system to make us feel good while in combat. By tampering with certain nerves she was able to make us feel things like warmth and joy when fighting.

I was currently being tested with the feeling of intense pleasure and pride when killing certain things. The only other feeling I knew of, was the feeling of heat being given when killing things. I only knew this because one of the other Spartans had it and it was fairly obvious.

The biggest side effect with these tests, was that while out of combat the opposite of the feeling would plague our minds until we were in combat. Right now I felt miserable and unhappy. Sometimes I even began to feel utterly depressed. The only reason I knew what other people's effects were was when they were visible. Which is why I could tell the Spartan on my left was dealing with heat right now. He was shivering and his skin was almost bluish in colour.

We all exited the room to get kitted up to fight in a simulation battle to test if the effects were working right. I slipped on my armour and felt all the pieces lock in place, a satisfying feeling known by very few people. Even fewer now that we had been deployed a few times.

I smoothed down my blonde hair, which had begun to change colour because of all the genetic tampering that Halsey was doing, and slid on my helmet.

Everyone's body language signified sadness or misery in some small way, but to normal marines we probably seemed as machine-like as ever. In the simulation chamber it was dark, there were no lights until it was turned on.

A low hum announced the activation and around us there formed the interior of a pelican. We all grabbed assault rifles and DMRs from the seats and loaded them. The fake weapons felt very real when you were in the chamber. Flak began pounding the transport vehicle and the shaking and jostling combined with muffled explosions instantly improved my mood. I could see the other Spartans getting excited as well. Suddenly we were all thrown forward as, what my best guess would assume, the pelican crashed.

I followed a green armoured back out the exit and was greeted by an army of grunts, elites and brutes surrounding our downed ship, and the hail of plasma spewed forth from their weapons. I immediately raised my DMR and started popping shots into the enemies.

The grunts fell easily, a single shot to the head or methane tank, elites and brutes took much longer though. As the enemies' fire began to grow more concentrated, I realized that my allies were falling, fast.

I dashed to a piece of cover right as a grenade went off where I used to be. I armed two of my own grenades and tossed them. The screams of grunts as they tried to jump away sent me into a frenzy. I leaped over the cover and body checked a Sangheili, sending it careening back into two more. With the assault rifle off my back and into my hands I sprayed nearly a full magazine into its jaws, before switching targets.

I held the MA5B in one hand, with the trigger pulled, aimed at the elite on my right, while I drew my combat knife and impaled the one on my left. Now out of bullets, I grabbed a plasma weapon and vaulted upright.

A brute tried to grab me, but found a knife in its brain, through its jaw. The plasma repeater started to overheat, I didn't even know what it was hitting, but by this point there were too many enemies for it to matter. There were very few shots being taken at me, because I had started moving and no one wanted to kill an ally by accident.

I stepped on a grunt and launched myself upwards, spinning through the air and crushing another of the poor tiny creatures as I landed. An elite with a sword slashed at me and I ducked low, using my legs as I pushed upwards to force my fist into its chest and crush its internal organs.

The sword in the warrior's dead hand dropped and I caught it deftly, feeling the power surge through it as the energy blade formed. It cleaved through a brute's arm and neck for me, leaving blood to evaporate from the blade. I felt better than I ever had before. True happiness washed through me like a never-ending river of pleasure.

As I leaped into the air again, I tried counting all the enemies, I couldn't see an end to them, which got me excited beyond belief. I hacked my way through many enemies before the sword was drained, I held onto the handle and used it to add weight to my punches. I didn't need a weapon, I had even left my knife embedded in some creature somewhere.

My fists hit every enemy harder than the last, I felt pain from the simulator, trying to make it feel like I broke my hands, but the pure pleasure of killing outweighed it.

My shields broke. The alert started blaring in my heads up display telling me to back off so they could recharge. I ignored it, there was no where to retreat to. Everyone else had died long ago, knocked out by the simulation. I felt every near miss as plasma and crystals whizzed by my armour. I felt blood splatter against me and soak into my suit through the cracks in the Mjolnir.

I felt the pain of having my skin breached by spiker shots. The bone wrenching feeling of being grabbed by an elite and thrown to the ground. Lastly I felt the sadness of knowing my joy had been ended.