The Parthenon
A Halo Fanfiction
By: Delta T members dryice and Drought Chapter 3

The Chief exited the briefing room. Miranda had been assigned to take the In Armor Clad to search for possible homes for The Ark. Chief however was more interested in what the Admiral had told him just a few moments ago. A level-12 battle armor was found in the tomb of the great Greek warrior Leonidas. Apparently Leonidas had used the armor in the battle of Thermopylae. It's no secret that the MJOLNIR armor the UNSC used was based off of battle skins left by the Forerunners. Only recently though was it discovered that the battle skins belonged to the Forerunners.

The skin was unlike any battle armor ever made. One-of-a-kind, it had everything the Chief could ever want. It's life support system would keep air pressure and temperature at any level the Chief wanted. Meaning he could freely float in space for an unlimited amount of time, his old armor only allowed for about 90 minutes of time in space. It had a hidden compartment for side-arms. Meaning his pistol or SMG could be completely hidden from the enemy. It's energy shields, which were stronger than any recorded singular energy shield, could withstand two, head-on, blasts from a Wraith tank. It also had built in, hidden, blades that come out of the forearms. And the thing the Master Chief was most excited about… the Jet Packs.

Spartan-117 was heading down to the main armory to get this precious battle suit. He walked through the city streets. It was all metal, the buildings, the streets, and even the ground he walked on. All of it was surrounded, by what Chief had just learned was, a hybrid of glass and strong plastic, supposedly unbreakable by even plasma. The underground city felt even safer than Reach, and that made the Chief a little uneasy. Sgt. Johnson had already left to go check out the Watcher and from what the Chief heard, it was an amazing ship.

The Chief walked up to the entrance to the armory. The doors swung open and he walked in. The room was huge, filled with ammo, battle rifles, pistols, even some Covenant weapons.

"How can I help you?" the Master-at-arms at the table said.

"Yes, I'm Spartan 117, I'm here for the battle skin" the Chief said handing the man his ID.

"Ok right this way, Chief" the man said.

The man took his into a separate room. Multiple cryo tubes were lined up against the wall. Inside each was a different version of the MJOLNIR armor. At the end of the hall was the battle skin. It looked quite thin actually, the Chief guessed that's why they called it a "skin". It was a sea-blue color with an unknown insignia on its shoulders. The insignia showed a Halo ring with a hand grasping an Energy Sword. What the Chief found interesting was the hand had 5 fingers, it was a human hand, or at least something closely related.

The armor was in several sections and they connected with an audible hiss as the man attached them to the chief's body. After the helmet sealed the shield and suit's systems powered up and the chief saw the shield indicator pulse solid blue and steady after a moment.

"We'll test the suit's shield now. So if you would Chief." said the Master-at-arms.

The Chief nodded slightly and stepped on to the testing platform. The machine spun up and the shield power dropped only the tiniest noticeable margin. The Chief smiled behind his visor that same charge depleted his old armor's shield. The Master-at-arms tapped the controls again and held the execute button as the machine continued to drain the shields. John looked out the window of the armory and saw the city lights dim. He stood there for about five minutes as the testing machine continued to measure the shield's power. "I have a really big book to read so if you could…" said the Chief while thinking of the huge technical manual for the Demon of the Deep.

The Master-at-arms pointed to the door and said, "That is enough just don't stand next to too many nukes."

The Master Chief walked out the door and toward the shipyard where his ship was waiting.