Halo: The Lost Mission
The Master Chief pondered whether or not he had chosen the right Spartans for this mission… No, of course he had. They didn't know what they would be up against, so it was best that he choose Spartans with a variety of talents.
He glanced at each of his teammates sharing the dropship with him.
Linda was a fantastic marksman, the best in the entire military with a sniper rifle. Master Chief recalled when they were training many years ago, and how she had taken out the pilot of the Skyhawk before it was even able to see them.
Sam was the biggest of the Spartans, not to mention the strongest. Master Chief was certain Sam could best even an Elite in hand-to-hand combat.
Kelly was the fastest of the Spartans by far. Her speed even became a burden at times; while sparring with other Spartans, she had to slow herself down considerably to give them a chance.
Fred had the Master Chief convinced that he was the best all-around Spartan of all, though he would never admit it. Fred always came in second in all their training exercises; Master Chief thought he could've come in first, he just didn't like the attention.
Yes, Master Chief has chosen the right team for this mission.
"Alright, Spartans, let's review. We are to infiltrate the Covenant stronghold on Sigma Octanus VI, find out what they are protecting there, and then destroy it. Understood?"
The Spartans replied in unison, "Yes, sir!"
"Good." The Master Chief was cautious about going down there with nearly no recon, but he was confident his team could handle anything. He had always been lucky, he just hoped his luck would hold out.
"Prepare for drop, Spartans," the Pelican's pilot shouted over the intercom. "We're landing in thirty seconds! Remember, when you need out, push the green button! If you get into trouble, push the red button, and The Unbesiegbar will come in, guns blazing!"
Master Chief had admired The Unbesiegbar ever since he first laid eyes on it. It was quite possibly the most formidable ship he had ever step foot on, and he almost felt comfortable while he was on it. That was a big almost, however, as he could never feel comfortable on a ship. It made him feel helpless; standing on deck while the Covenant peppered them with plasma torpedoes.
"Oh, one more thing! Dr. Halsey wanted me to give you this message, Master Chief!" The pilot inserted the disc Dr. Halsey had given him, and it played over the intercom.
"Spartans, I have received word that you are to attempt to capture any new Covenant species you may encounter. We have reason to believe that there may be Covenant Prophets on the surface. If you were to capture these Prophets, we may be able to negotiate a peace treaty with the Covenant. Good luck, John, Linda, Sam, Fred and Kelly. I wish you all the luck in the world." With a burst of static, the transmission ended.
Master Chief never understood why Dr. Halsey always called him by his real name. She was the only person in the military who did. Though, for some reason, it never really bothered him. Perhaps because she was the only mother figure he, or any of the Spartans, ever had?
"Alright, Spartans. We are now landing. Gather your gear, and move out!"
