Chapter 3 finally upI was going to update sooner, but I had a prior engagement with my family for my birthday. Here it is anyway, now I get to start working on Chapter 4.


1530 hours, July 15, 2580 (Military Calendar) / Aboard battleship Atlantis, orbiting Earth

Elros stood waiting for an attack, despite the fact that no hostile characters had been spotted for over six months. He usually stood alone, upon request of course, due to the fact that he didn't want what happened before to happen again. Despite his requests, he sometimes had to work with two other Spartans, Spartan-574 Ghost and Spartan-362 Gregorian. Sometimes an Elite, Setog'raav, would join his party, mainly for stealth missions and the like.

Relations between the Covenant and the Humans never were stable, but when the remaining Grunts and Elites were desperate and in need of an ally, they turned towards a once hostile enemy. At first the Humans continued to resist the Covenant, killing them as mindlessly as before, only with very few deaths in return. When Command learned of the efforts, and the lack of resistance from the Covenant, they decided to begin with peace talks between the races. Needless to say the negotiations went rather well, the two sides joining against the newly formed army of the Prophets.

The black Spartan, Ghost, appears from behind the corner, practicing stealth as usual, his M90 close to his body to conceal any signs or noise that might protrude from it. He sneaks up to Elros and holds the gun to his back.

"Bet you couldn't hear me coming, could you?" He said in a smart ass way. He was obviously impressed with his own abilities. He removed the gun and stood next to Elros looking around every now and then. "So whatcha lookin' at out here all alone?"

Elros narrowed his eyes and stared out at the stars. "What does it look like Ghost? What are the only things to look at out here all alone?"

A familiar blue light protruded from the hallway, the low hum of the Covenant Energy Sword filling the silence. "I would have warned you Elros, but this one insisted that it would make you feel better. I fail to see how any surprises with a weapon would make any person, regardless of species, feel any better." The dark blue Elite, Setog'raav, chimed in when in range of the two Spartans.

Elros sighed and put his hand upon his head, well, helmet to signify a great distraught. "Great… there goes my silence, now all we need is-"

"Whoa, WHOA!" From out of nowhere the cobalt Spartan, Gregorian, tripped and flew headfirst into a pile of supply crates. "Oh God damn! That hurt you know, someone should really move that box, someone could trip on it and get hurt."

"I am surrounded by idiots." Elros said and sighed knowing that they were here for a reason, one of terrible importance none the less.