Halo: The Coming
Chapter 1: Our Guest
Aboard the UNSC ship Jager, Control room
"Where did it come from?" Commander Johnson asked. He had never seen anything like it. On the view screen was a giant space station. It was nearly 10 times the size of their ship and it had a strange energy like gas discharging from it's vents.
"It seems to be some kind of lab like structure, sir." the Lieutenant said.
His name was John Dalton he had been Commander's right hand man as long as he could remember. They were an inseparable team who had explored the galaxy countless times. They had seen everything from giant gas planets to small asteroid colonies, but they had never seen anything like this before.
"Scan the ship for any life forms, get a search squad ready and have the MAC guns on standby! We don't want to run in to any type of Covenant force. Not with our "guest" on board." His crew rushed to met his demands. A yellow alert was given out stating for everybody to be ready incase of a enemy attack. A search team was rounded up and was waiting for the signal. It consist of 9 military operatives, five light artillery, 3 heavy artillery and a general. The only scientist onboard insisted on going and there was no stopping him. So together they waited in the hanger.
"Sir," exclaimed a young women "There seems to some kind of life down there but it's signal is weak. Should I scan again commander?"
"No, that's ok Ms. Madie Maya" said the Commander. He directed his attention to a another woman seating at one of the computers. "Tell the team to engage in one hour. Get this ship 100 feet away from the target." He then walked towards the door.
"Commander where are you going?" exclaimed Lieut. Dalton.
"I'm going to wake up our guest" He walked out the door and made his way through the hallway. Dalton rushed behind him.
"You cant wake him up, its only been four hours since we put him in the cryo tube. His injuries aren't healed yet." The commander payed no attention to his lieutenant, he just continued walking towards the medical room.
"Sir, if they capture him it could be the end of humanity. We can't risk that."
"I know but if this ship is boarded by the enemy he could be are only hope, he must be ready for combat. Besides it would take a normal human 14 hours to heal from a bullet wound to the chest and this is no human. He'll be ready. Trust me."
They made it to the medical room. The commander then placed his hand on a small scanner. It took a couple of seconds and then the large metal doors slid sideways. They entered the large room. Wires hung from the ceiling and several pods lay enclosed in the corner. It was the oldest room on the ship. The ship itself was at least fifty years but was redone some 10 years ago, but because of the Spartan project there was a shortage of money and the medical room was never finished.
"You don't even know how to properly open the life pod sir, you could kill him!" The commander just continued to ignore his Lieut.'s advice. Commander Johnson held his breath and began to type words on the interface. Suddenly a large amount of gas was released into the air. The door then slowly opened. They stepped aside letting it swing out all the way. You could barely see inside. Strange multicolored fumes engulfed the pod. Then a hand reached out and grabbed the side of the pod. The rest of the body emerged out. One foot came out, then the other.
The man looked at the two ship commanders and with a cold, monotone voice said "Spartan 119 at your service."