Disclaimer: I don't own Halo or anything about Halo. Darn.
AN: This includes Halo, Terminator, Cyborg 009, and other different story elements. I don't own any.
15:30 September 5, 2004
Outside of Chicago
Bill played the last level of Halo for about the 1000th time on a Saturday afternoon. It was raining out, hard. The power barely held in the high winds and lightning and it faded every once in a while. Just as he fired a rocket into the reactor core on the PoA and watched as the vent cover closed. Thunder clapped outside and shook the walls in his room. The power faded and returned. He played on. He was now in the warthog getting of the ship. Just as he made a jump his TV exploded as his light bulbs did. He felt his controller melt as the power surged through it. His room catching fire was the last thing he saw.
12:43 August 12th, 2552
UNSC Cruiser: Justice in orbit around Reach.
Med-Deck
"What is it Lieutenant?" Colonel Ackerson asked as he picked up a data pad with bio monitors running. They weren't good.
"We don't know sir. He just popped up. We found him in Engineering," Lt. Haverson said.
"Perfect specimen," Colonel Ackerson said to nobody in particular. He rubbed his chin slowly and turned around. "Make the necessary augmentations and put him in cryo 3."
"Christ Colonel, he's only a kid. 13 at the most, you sure he's Spartan 3 material?" Haverson argued. Ackerson's face turned red with anger
"That's an order, do it. Now." He yelled. He left the med deck for the O-Club, he needed a drink. He waited there for 4 hours talking and joking with the other officers until a cryo tech hurried in clutching his chest.
"Sir, it's done," he said panting.
"Good," Ackerson said and got up.
"What's 'done' Colonel?" General Nicolas Strauss asked standing up. Ackerson glanced at the rest of the officers in the O-Club and looked back at the General. The General, catching on said "Let's go somewhere private," and left. Ackerson followed. They walked through a couple decks and arrived at the Captain's quarters. "Have a seat, Colonel," he said pointing to a chair.
"Thank you, sir." Ackerson said sitting down.
"So, what's done?" the General asked. He folded his hands in front of him and stared at the Colonel unblinkingly.
"Sir, may I use your computer?" he asked.
"Sure, go ahead," the General answered. Ackerson typed in a couple passwords and the holographic pad next to the console flickered to life. A metal skeleton, weapons arms, shields systems, poly-mimetic armor, and a neural net processor rotated.
"The Spartan-III system augmentations are here sir," Ackerson said handing the General a sheet of thermo – printout paper.
"Impressive," he commented. The paper read as follows:
SPARTAN-III SPEC-OPS SYSTEM
Poly-mimetic Alloy Overskin
With a harder alloy underneath to form the battle chassis
On-Board Weapons:
Battle Rifle
SMG
Plasma Cannon
MINI-MAC
Flamethrower
Grenade Launcher
Etc
(All on-board weapons have unlimited ammo)
Neural-Net Processor Specs:
AI Intelligence Equivalent
Nano-Technological Intrusion software and transgectors
CLASSIFIED-LEVEL X-RAY
"Very impressive" said the General. "When will he be battle ready?"
"3 days sir," answered Ackerson.
"Good," the General said. "Dismissed."
August 15th, 2552
Chicago, IL, Earth
SPARTAN-III Training Facility
"Blowing the pins in five!" a cryo tech said through the comm. In the actual cryo room stood Colonel Ackerson, General Strauss, and some assorted ONI techs. They all stood in a semi-circular pattern around cryo tube 45. Steam hissed from the sides as the doors parted. In the tube was a teen-ager, no older than 13 with an assortment of tubes and wires attached to him. When the door reached the top his eyes opened He turned his head slowly and surveyed the room.
"Activate personality matrix and proceed with testing," Colonel Ackerson ordered. The kid's eyes burned a vivid electric blue and faded. The kid looked around slowly. His eyes widened and in a flash he had ripped the wires from him and leaped out of the cryo tube with fire in his eyes.
"WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!!!' he screamed and nobody and punched a control panel out. He picked up a data pad stylus and stabbed the nearby tech officer in the knee. He screamed and fell to the floor twitching.
"Sedate him now!" Colonel ordered and 3 mechanical arms came down from the ceiling and injected the kid with morphine and sedatives. He immediately fell down to the ground.
"What happened to me? Why am I here?" he asked with a trembling voice.
"We really don't know. All we know is that you're a SPARTAN. Do you remember anything?" asked Ackerson.
"I remember a flash of lightning and my name, Bill. My friends call me The Falcon. I don't know why." He said wearily.
"Proceed with testing Corporal," Colonel Ackerson ordered.
"Corporal?" Bill asked.
"Yeah. Proceed with testing," Ackerson said again. Bill walked to the testing area. He walked with an odd robotic precision. When he got to the door he looked at the lock on the side and punched it. The lock exploded and he went through the door.
"Test Number:776294, Category Targeting," an AI called Spear said in a flat voice. Bill walked to a platform and stood.
"Bill, think that your arm is a gun," Ackerson said to him and left the testing area. A few moments later he reappeared at an observation deck.
"Here goes nothing," Bill whispered. He put all his brain power, which seemed twice as strong as usual, to his arm and he felt something move underneath. Now all he was thinking was gun for his arm. Electric blue sparks ran up the length of his appendage and his hand automatically folded in on it self and retracted into his arm. A cannon tip extended from the arm and the tips moved around and glowed a faint red. 7 targets dropped out from the walls and something in the back of Bill's mind riled and took over. His arm pointed to each of the targets in turn and destroyed them in a flash of flame, which was concentrated into a beam.
"Holy shit!" Bill exclaimed as his hand extended from his arm and a quick-silver stuff flowed over it and hardened into his skin.
"Move on to poly-mimetic armor testing," said Spear. Bill moved to the left and stood on a red square.
"This is a really easy test," Bill commented sarcastically. As if it heard him, a Jackhammer rocket launcher dropped form the ceiling and fired. It hit Bill dead-on in the right shoulder. He flew backwards and hit the wall, which cracked immediately. Bill flew up and got his stance back. There was a gaping hole in his shoulder you could look through. It closed and Bill's weapon arm extended again and this time instead of a beam of flame firing from the cannon it charged up a gold ball of energy and fired. The rocket launcher was vaporized.
"Mmmm Mmmmm Bitch!" he muttered. He looked up at the observation deck and saw Colonel Ackerson, a few tech officers, and a Spartan 2 talking.
"Move on the nano testing," Spear said. Bill obediently moved to the next test station. There was a single warthog and 4 grunts anchored to the ground.
"Make the warthog run the grunts over without driving it,' Spear ordered. The thing in the back of Bill's brain kicked in and from his left index finger out came a drill with the same electric blue glow as the rest of his added appendages. It drilled into the worthog's control panel and blue light went from the bottom of the drill into the control panel. Bill's mind felt fragmented as if he could think in more than one place. The thought of his test and running the grunts over. He looked at the warthog. It was barreling along in trajectory of the grunts. The 'other' must be taking doing it. Now that's what I call multi-tasking! Bill thought to himself as the last grunt squeaked its last squeak.
'Excellent work, Bill. Report to the cryo room and we can talk some things over," Ackerson said into a comm. in the observation deck. He left the deck and proceeded down some stairs and into the room that Bill was standing in.
"I believe I owe you an explanation, Bill," Ackerson said.
"That would be greatly appreciated, sir," Bill answered.
"Well, we'll begin with your accelerator, which enables you to move so fast that time around you slows down. The switch in the back of your mouth triggers it. Try it," Ackerson said. Bill moved his tongue around and he disappeared with a faint swish. A few seconds later he reappeared with another swish.
"Kick ass!" he yelled.
"You can growl right? Do that," Ackerson ordered. Bill growled and a bout of flame shot from his mouth. He growled again and a stream of fire shot from his mouth.
"Sweet," Bill muttered. "Anything else?"
"No, that concludes our little tutorial. Oh, wait, you have to meet someone. Master Chief, you can come in now," Ackerson concluded. The doors to cryo 3 parted and the green figure walked in and Bill snapped to a crisp salute. Master Cheif returned it.
"At ease Corporal," Master Cheif said and the Bills hand fell to its side. Master Chief didn't fell at ease though. There was something about this kid that made him fell uncomfortable. There was an intense felling of power around him that made him shiver. He wished he had Cortana with him, but she was at ONI HQ getting the Halo and Covenant data dumped to an ONI hard drive. He had seen this thing in combat and he felt that it would give them an edge against the Covenant.
"You have quite a story Chief," Bill commented.
"Yea, I'm kind of getting sick of telling it," Master Chief replied.
"I heard that," Bill said. They both laughed. For a long time they laughed until the base shook and plaster fell from the ceiling.
"What the?" Bill said staring at the ceiling.
"They're here," Colonel Ackerson said staring up also. Master Chief pulled out an SMG and fed a round into the chamber.
"I guess this is field testing for you," Master Chief said. Bill looked up into his faceplate and nodded, his hand transforming into a cannon.
"These Covenant are going to burn, baby, burn," he answered and ran out the door followed by Master Chief and the Colonel.
"Make me proud," Colonel said, sprinting to the elevator. The doors parted and he stepped in. The cocked his weapon and the doors closed with a hiss. The battle for Earth has begun...