Author's note: thanks for all of the reviews guys, I'm really glad that people like this story. And once again, I am aware that there is a series by Eric Nylund, but it isn't a spinoff. It is just my own version of how it happened. Thanks again for the good reviews everyone!
Professor Landon walked into the living quarters of subject 117. the living quarters were just as they should be. It was, as the military called it, "G.I. perfect." G.I. perfect meant that the room would pass on a G.I., or General Inspection, which was now conducted daily. Landon looked around, seeing that everything was in good order. He saw 117 sitting at his desk, shining his leather shoes, which to the normal eye, already looked miraculous. But for his military expertise they were not good enough.
"Hello 117, how are you doing today?" Landon asked as kindly as he could, knowing that the soon-to-be Spartan could kill him in the blink of an eye if he wanted to.
117 was different from the other subjects. He acted normal. He had no increased heart rate, and he had no psychological problems. He was as sane as humanly possible. While active in the Marines, the had obtained the rank of Master Chief, which was quite high for a man with his background. He was originally a college football player for the Florida Gators, and had been raised in Shreveport, Louisiana. He was a Southern boy, and had been raised like one too. Upon graduating from College, he immediately joined the marines, as an enlisted infantryman. He came out of boot camp at the top of his class, and was quickly appointed a squad leader position. He continued to climb through the ranks, and eventually came to be where he was today. The only strange thing about him was that no one knew his last name. They only knew his first name, John. He had always preferred to be called by his rank, however. He was the Master Chief, a name that would some day strike fear into every Covenant's heart.
"I'm not doing too bad sir. Thank you for asking. I'm just about done with my shoes, and then I was going to get permission to go to the shooting range. After all, my accuracy is still pretty low. I only shot a 97 last time I went, Sir" 117 said with no hint of sarcasm in his voice.
"Well, I'm sorry to hear about that. You do have my permission to go and shoot when you are done. After all, I want nothing more than to see my soldiers excel." Landon replied informatively.
"Thank you Sir. Oh, and before you leave sir, I was just wondering about what happened to 82. Did he do something wrong sir?"
"Yes I'm afraid he did. You see 117, subject 82 was not the same as you. He was not psychologically stable, like you are. He went insane, and killed too many people. He had to get rid of him. May he rest in peace. Just think of it as a lesson though. You never really know your true physical limits until you are tried in a real battle situation. 82 went too far, and it got out of control. He killed five people without even considering the consequences. He just snapped someone's neck, and sprayed a few others full of lead. But I don't think that you would do that. Would you?" Landon asked as if he were talking to a child.
"No sir, I wouldn't. In fact, I wish you would have let me kill him for you. He put down the good name of us Spartans. He is, I mean was, a horrible person." 117 said in all seriousness.
"That's right, he was 117. Oh and before I forget, in about a week, you will be restored to your former rank. That's right, soon you will be the Master Chief again. In fact, you will be doing a government demonstration in just a few weeks as well. I really hope that you do well. After all, you are my 'Star Student.' I would hate to be made a fool. Now if you come to the armory at, oh say, 1630 hours today, we can have your armor suit fitted for you. We finally completed it. It looks completely amazing. You will love it. But for now, carry on with what you are doing. I'll leave you alone for now. Just keep up the good work son." Landon said, letting his pride show maybe a bit too much.
"Sir, Yes Sir!" 117 replied, gleaming with joy.
Landon returned to the observation room, where he watched subjects 117 and 25 conduct their normal activities. 25 was doing the "Raider Mile," which was an obstacle course with a one quarter mile track next to it. The course had twelve obstacles, and after every obstacle, you would run one lap. Essentially it was three miles, and one full run through the obstacle course. 117 was at the shooting range, just like he said. Looking at their vital signs, he saw that 117 had a normal heart rate, and no stress whatsoever.
But when Landon looked at the monitor that displayed 25's vital signs, he notice a highly irregular heart beat, a high pulse, an extremely high blood pressure, and an insane amount of stress. This could only mean a few things. And none of them were good.
Landon quickly got over the loudspeaker and paged Drs. Melon and Scott to the obstacle course.
"Attention all faculty, Drs. Melon and Scott, please report to the obstacle course immediately. We have a situation.
Looking at the screen, he noticed that 117 had disappeared from the firing range, and was nowhere to be seen. And when he looked at 25, he had collapsed onto the ground. He looked in shock as what he thought was the first medical assistance arrived. But it wasn't medical assistance at all. It was 117.
Landon watched as 117 picked up 25 and made a dash for the hospital.
"Attention all faculty, Drs. Melon and Scott, please redirect to the hospital. We have an emergency." He said, with a hint of fear in his voice.
