Spartan Elites: The War Evolves
By Tempest McAwesome
Prologue:
Bringing Our boys Home
As the final gun fell silent, Earth could finally celebrate their victory over the vile Covenant forces. The war had been a long, inglorious, and very often deadly affair, which many would say was won by the concerted efforts of one man. Known only as Master Chief, and bred since the tender age of six for the deadly art of war time combat he entered the first battle of the war ending it swiftly and strode a deadly path toward winning the war almost single-handedly.
But now as quickly as the war had started it was over. Chief had enjoyed his time in the sun, but now it was time for him to once again leave his mortal coil.
At the USNC laboratory, located in New Mombassa, the surroundings were as cold and sterile as ever, and Chief knew his time as a sentient being was nearly over.
'They store me away like I'm some sort of machine, then they let me out to save their asses when they need me!'
Chief's heavy metal boots clinked down the hallway; two heavily armed Marines escorted him. As he reached the blindingly bright lab his cryo-sleep chamber hummed to life.
As he climbed in a familiar voice shouted to him, "Sorry Chief. I wish we didn't have to do this"
With a soft "whoosh" the door closed.
"Bullshit! If they cared about me, they'd let me live a normal life. I'm a human being not a war machine!" Chief shouted, his voice falling on deaf ears.
Chief realized now, as the sleeping agent filled the inside of the chamber, it was time for some well deserved rest.