Hey guy! I'm back with a new story! This story is based on characters from the Halo video game franchise. I have two personal favorite characters at the moment. The first one of course being Master Chief. I love his personality and how he doesn't let anyone get in his way of his missions. My second favorite character is Thomas Lasky. At the moment, I couldn't tell you why I like him as a character, but I hope to figure that out soon.

I know some of you guys who are Halo fanatics will catch this so I'm going to say this ahead of time. For the sake of this story, I'm going to say that Lasky's older brother Cadmon isn't dead. For those of you who aren't Halo fanatics, Thomas Lasky has an older brother (seen in Halo: Forward Unto Dawn) named Cadmon who was an ODST before the Covenant started attacking. Well in Forward Unto Dawn, it is mentioned that Cadmon was killed in the line of duty. But for this story, I'm going to pretend that didn't happen

I also won't be keeping exactly to the canon, but I'm going to try and stick with it as much as possible..

Anyway, let's get on with the story.

Prologue: The Arrival

A lone figure walked into a shop on the square in Argon, a newly established human colony on earth. This particular shop carried anything you can imagine that was used in the medical field as well as pest control..

"So what can you tell me about your brother?" a female voice asked a man, no, a soldier who stood directly in front of her.

"What do you want to know sir?" the man asked.

He walked in kind of slowly as if he was expecting someone to stop him en-route. He scanned his surroundings before walking up to the cashier.

"I want to know everything, from what you knew of him when he was younger and what you know of him now."

"What can I help you with?" The man behind the counter questioned.

But the lone figure didn't answer. Instead he pulled out a gun and pointed it towards the shop keeper.

"Sir, I haven't been in contact with my brother since my supposed death," he explained to the woman.

"Hand me all of that," the figure exclaimed as he pointed towards containers that held a milky looking substance inside.

"I know, that's why I want to know everything that you do know about him. Start from when he was a cadet."

The cashier just stood there for a few seconds, staring at the gun in the process.

"Now!" the man exclaimed as he tightened his grip on the trigger.

"I also don't know much about that, sir. All I know is that his friends called him an innie-sympathizer back during the human insurrectionist war. He never really went into details in the messages we sent back and forth." the man continued to explain to his superior.

The cashier hurried to grab the items in question and gave them to his assailant.

The figure smiled in an evil manner and proceeded to put the small vials in a briefcase that he held in his hand.

"Did, you know that he has an allergy to cytoprethaline?" the woman asked the soldier as she checked a data pad that was sitting on the desk in front of her? She looked at the man and gave him a look of accomplishment.

"No sir, I didn't know that. As I previously stated, I lost contact with him after I pretended to die."

"It's said that only 1 in 50,000 people have an allergic reaction to it."

"You mean that my brother can't do cryo sleep?" he asked.

The shopkeeper got one quick glance at the contents inside and saw a pre-measured self-injector and the vials hidden away beneath the foam covered insides.

"No comment and I have no further questions at this time. You are dismissed

The man behind the counter gave the figure a strange look before he closed the brief case and left.

Captain Thomas Lasky's POV

One day later….

It had been a grueling year since I became Captain of the biggest ship the UNSC had created. Many things happened from the time where Infinity got sucked into Requiem's gravity field to when me and my crew helped rescue Master Chief from the wreckage of the Diadact's ship.

The Master Chief and I have grown to be good friends as the Spartan tends to stay aboard my ship more times than not. In fact the Spartan was who I was expecting aboard here soon.

He was returning from one of the many missions he has been sent on since his return. Many of the high ranking UNSC officials were very excited to hear the news. But with it came very enthusiastic officials who were, in my opinion, way to eager to put the Master Chief back to work.

I stood in the lower hangar bays of Infinity waiting for my friend to arrive. I was surrounded by four young marines assigned to protect me from anyone or anything. They stood looking around the hanger as if they had never been in one before.

I overheard the young soldier at the hangar command post question an incoming ship for its credentials.

"Sir, an incoming Pelican requests your permission to land," the young hand explained,"They say Sierra-117 is on board."

"Let them through," I ordered.

She relayed confirmation to the the ship as the hanger bay doors began to slowly open revealing an awaiting Pelican drop ship on the other side. Once the doors were fully open the pilot of the ship carefully maneuvered the ship into position and set it down. The back cargo hold door to the Pelican began to lower.

Then out walked the man of the hour Master Chief followed closely by several other Spartans, Marine soldiers and Marine Cadets. They all approached me and once they were close enough saluted me.

"At ease gentlemen," I said and watched all of them relax. I could see physical exhaustion written all over the marines faces. I kind of chuckled to myself as I thought that the marines probably weren't able to keep up with the Spartans' pace, "Go to your quarters and rest. I want a debrief at oh-15:00"

Everyone except for Master Chief left.

"I hope everything went well with the cadets. I know how much of a hassle they can be at times," I questioned my friend.

"They performed their part, but they don't match up to a Spartan," he replied. I had to chuckle at this for he was right. Marines were good in their own right, but not as good as a Spartan and since he had been tasked with training this group of cadets, he had a lot on his hands.

"Well you go rest and I expect a debrief from you on the ways we can make those marines better," I replied as I lightly patted the Chief on the shoulder.

He answered with a slight nod and then turned to head toward the exit.

I looked back towards the Pelican everyone just stepped off of and noticed a figure just standing in the doorway looking straight at me. The presence of this man made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on edge. His face was obscured by the helmet the pilots wore so I couldn't get a good look at his face. So I opted to keep an eye out for this guy in the future.