"Full house!" exclaimed George who had just won the poker game and a couple of bucks.

"Well... this should buy me lunch for today". George was a chubby man, with slick blonde hair that reached down to the bottom of his neck, he had a thick Southern accent, and even though he wasnt the brightest man in space he was still one of my best friends. We've been on the Pillar of Autumn for God knows how long, but i've been enjoying it... until recently. Its basically the same thing everyday. Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner... and a little bit of work here and there.

George took a bite out of his freshly roasted chicken and licked his greasy fingers "I heard Keyes was talking about..". He took a second to clean the grease off his fingers with his napkin and than continued. "

Heard he was talkn' bout a Spartan... sposedly' being "reborn" or sumtin. Anyway if he is I herd' he's also gonna command our army or a good chunk of it. We will see how things tern' out." He stretched his chubby body and threw his tray in the trash.

After that we talked for a little longer about the "Spartan". Supposedly he's our savior but you can't trust George to much. He had Francis... who is one of our roomates scared to death by a false lie about Covenant invaders. That kept Francis up all night. When we went to report to Keyes tonight he seemed uptight, it seemed like he was keeping something to himself. Keyes smirked at us and said

"Something the matter boys." George was fidgeting with his necklace and didn't make eye contact with Keyes. He never really does, but I never figured out why. We both replied with a "Yes Sir!" and walked away. I thought to myself, whats going on? "Spartan"? "Savior"? I tossed and turned in bed that night, while an infinite amount of horrible possibilites ran through my head.

The next morning I didnt eat breakfast. I wasn't hungry... probably because I was nervous. I looked at my day schedule

You're to skip lunch to prepare for our new weapon. You better eat a good breakfast because you may be having a late lunch

Report in the Munitions Cache to start.

-Signed Col. John Rogers

I dropped my schedule and immediately went to the cache. It was dark in the room. I expected to see more people from my crew, but I saw nothing. The Col. flipped the light switch on and walked over to me

"I hope you ate a good breakfast young man, because you're gonna be workin for a while." Col.Rogers was a very slim man in his late 40's. He didn't take anything from anybody, and if you screwed up, you'd probably never want to screw up again. I breathed deep and replied

"Yes sir, I did"

He nodded and said "Lets get to work!"

All I did was move the crates from the Munitions Cache to the other side of the ship. It did get boring, tiring, and ached my bones but I still wanted to see this superhuman "Spartan". I was one my last crate when I asked the Col. "Sir, is this superhuman really going to save the galaxy, and if so from what. I've heard talk for years about Covenant..." "IF you ever say those two words again..." He clenched his fists and walked away. I sighed and looked down at the ground. I could hear the Col's voice begin to echo through the tunnel "I'll give you one bit of information, his name's Master Chief." Col. Rogers kept walking down the long tunnel. I stood still... something is going to happen.