Spartan III: Right and Reason
The medics lifted Wasp into the back of the pelican. It took eight marines to lift him. Once on board a frantic marine medic injected Wasp with a strange serum. He felt the bones in his leg joining together again. He stood up to test out his newly mended leg. It was painful to stand on but he was used to pain. The same medic came up to him and stated to talk:
"How does your leg feel? I made the serum myself!", he spat out in under a second.
"You did good marine", Wasp said as he walked to the cockpit. "Carl, when are we going to get out of here?", he asked.
"Right now Spartan. I suggest you take a seat. Its goanna be a bumpy ride.", Carl said. He pressed the ignition button and "the bird" lifted off the ground. Wasp took a seat and started to polish his sniper rifle. His questions about how he got here would have to wait until he got back to H.Q. For now he would just relax.
Boom! A halve an hour later the pelican was hit with plasma fire. The alarms went off as the pelican went into a 70-degree drop. Marines flew out of the back hatch and were sent hurtling into the sky. Wasp looked out the hatch and saw two Banshee fliers charging their turrets. They were following the pelican.
"Oh shit", said Wasp.
Wasp's MJOLNIR II armor was dense and heavy enough to keep him from being sucked outside of the ship. He fell down to the cockpit area of the ship and was horrified by what he saw. Carl's lifeless body still gripped at the blood-covered controls of the pelican that he was flying moments before. Wasp grabbed his dog tags and put them around his own neck. Inscribed on them was Sergeant Carl Ridder of the 7th platoon. He will be avenged. The pelican reached a speed of 206 miles per hour as it plummeted down to the ground. Wasp climbed back to the hatch of the ship. He took out his lucky Energy Sword and activated it.
"Don't fail me now", he whispered to it just as the Banshees started to fire.
Wasp leaped out of the hatch towards the Banshees. He headed straight for the nearest one and readied his Energy Sword. Just as he was about to pass the flier he stuck hi sword into the hull killing the driver and grounding him to the aircraft. He then leaned to side using his enormous weight to steer the Banshee to the left. He was steering it towards the other pilot. He successfully crashed the two Banshees together leaving no more threats to him. But now there was only one problem… He was in free fall…
Wasp remembers reading about a Spartan mission on Reach in which the whole team had to ditch their pelican also leaving them in this same position. How ironic... Wasp spread his arms and legs out trying to slow his fall but it was not working well. The ground was getting closer and closer every second and his heart started to beat faster. His armor was changing many colors as his mind raced. All his memories of his horrible childhood filled his mind. He was about to hit the ground when –
"You passed.", said a familiar voice.
Wasp slowly and confusedly stepped out of the training simulator and was approached by Carl. Carl?
"What the fuck just happened!", screamed Wasp.
"You were in a simulator and you just came out", he answered.
"How long was I in there?", Wasp asked.
"3.5 seconds.", Carl said.
"But it was so real…", Wasp said.
"We have excellent technicians in the UNSC. They make it hard to tell what is real and what is not. Oh and your schedule has changed. Your first mission is tomorrow.", Carl said smirking.
Wasp stood in silence as Carl left the room. Wasp touched his neck and found a pair of dog tags. He went to read the name but there was no inscription on them…
To Be Continued in Spartan III: Mission One