The Brutal Spartan
The Brutal Spartan
Chapter 1
Authors Note
This is a oneshot for now. I wrote it back in May, but decided it wasn't good enough to post. I don't have time to rewrite it so I'm posting it as it is.
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2026 hours August 30th 2552
Emile A239 woke up with a gasp. Breathing quickly and shallowly. He could feel both pain, as the holes in his body from the Zealots sword had been burned into his flesh, and yet a soothing warmth, washing the pain away.
Before his eyes stood a young girl, holding a glowing ring. His helmet flashed the red light of an emergency warning, as readouts spun past his eyes in front of the girl.
'Am I dead? No, I can think.' He thought, as his processed the situation.
'Perhaps a hallucination? Maybe they put me on ice?' He considered multiple possibilities as the weirdness of the situation overwhelmed him.
The girl appeared human, with long blonde hair and worry in her bright blue eyes. But her ears were pointed, something he did not recognise. Her clothes seemed outdated, crude as if handmade. The ring however was what disturbed him.
It was glowing, and he could somehow tell, the warmth soothing his pain away came from the ring.
'I need to get my head in the game, whatever this is, survival comes first.'
The Spartan III quickly observed his surroundings, his hand still tightly gripping the Kukri deep into the Zealots head, its energy sword still within his chest in turn.
He quickly pried the sword from its alien hand carefully and switched it off, the pain immediately fading away. Readouts spun through his HUD, and he struggled to keep up with the flow of data, tired as he was.
He heard the girl speak through his helmets internal speakers, but ignored her, focusing on his survival.
'Armour integrity rising? Health stabilising? That can't be the ring can it?'
Noble 4s mind briefly entertained the idea of the glowing ring being magic of some sort, before he dismissed it and his training kicked in as he considered possibilities. The only logical conclusion he could find being some ancient alien technology, though he supposed it mattered little.
He was alive. He could breathe, air filtered by his helmet. He could still fight. His armour systems and body repairing at an impossible rate. He could still break the Covenant, he could still save those still alive.
Seconds later, his HUD read his health at green, and his armour systems nominal, the formerly damaged fusion reactor now relieving
Emile breathed deeply, before turning on his helmets external speakers.
"You can stop with the glowing ring kid, I'm good now."
The girl gasped as if surprised, and spoke again.
"A-are you sure? It was blue and hot and stabbing you, but there was no blood and and..."
"Calm down kid, no need to act like someone shot your dog in front of you."
Emile pulled his Kukri out of the aliens head and wiped off the blood on the green grass, it reminded him of Reach. He was within a clearing in a forest, and nearby was a building that looked like it was from out of a history book. It was made of wood for one thing.
Surrounding him and the Zealot though, was a pentagram, drawn on the grass with paint of some sort, he noted the girl was carrying a wooden stick. He wasn't one for reading, but vaguely remembered stories of the supernatural and fantasy from his childhood. Before the insurrection killed his family.
"Um, dog? Sorry never mind. Um sir knight, my name is Tiffania. I apologise, but you seem to have been caught up in my familiar summoning."
This immediately brought questions to the Spartans mind. The girls confusion at his rather common saying, her calling him a knight, and her apologising for a 'familiar summoning'.
"Whoa whoa, slow down civvy. I'm a Spartan not a knight. Now before anything else, you mind explaining why I'm not burning corpse right now?"
"Ah, well you see, this morning I received a letter from my big sister Matilda..."
The former headhunter, and now cheater of death tried to put together the situation.
"So you are a void mage right?"
"Yes, a legendary void mage. The element used by the Founder Brimir."
"Which would be great, since this Brimir guy is this planets version of Jesus, except your half-elf and everyone really hates the elves because they betrayed this Brimir guy and kill lots of people in these crusades every few decades? Right?
"Yes, that's correct Mr Spartan."
"Stop calling me that. You saved my ass, just call me Emile kid."
"Okay Mr Emile."
Emile sighed, this kid really was irritatingly polite.
"So Mr Emile really is from a different world?"
"Yes, a different planet, I would know, the Covenant is glassing it right now. And again, I've seen many of the UNSCs worlds, and I haven't heard of any magic once. We conquered the stars entirely with, well as you call it alchemy, though science is a bit more boring in my view, lot more math."
Tiffania's eyes appeared amazed, almost star struck really.
"Anyway, I owe you a debt kid. You should be glad you summoned me, especially if the alien was your familiar. I'm a Spartan, keeping you and the orphanage safe in a civil war is a piece of cake. And if that alien was alive he would kill you and anything that looked vaguely human, I promise. Anyway of confirming which one of use was your 'familiar'."
Tiffania blushed, and Emile wondered if it had something to do with sex. That would be a problem, he couldn't take off his armour in a warzone after all.
"A kiss."
"Say what."
"The ritual is completed with a kiss Mr Emile, if it works you'll be branded with the familiar runes, umm..."
The girl nervously poked her fingers together, her face pink from her neck to ears. Emile found her kind of cute, which was an unusual thought for the man that considered himself a weapon.
"Ah, just a kiss, that's fine, let me take this helmet off."
Emile used his neural implant to begin the procedure for removing his helmet, gas being released as the atmospheric seal was opened.
He pulled off his helmet and took a breathe of fresh air. Without filters he could almost taste the forest and the smell of nature. It was not unpleasant, but he was hardly used to it after so many battles. It felt jarring.
Tiffania looked almost surprised at his appearance.
"Something wrong kid, never seen someone this handsome?"
"Uh, no I was just thinking that your skin has a dark tan Mr Emile. I've heard people in Germania have tanned skin like that."
"Germania huh? I think there's a place called Germany back on Earth, neat."
Tiffania gulped and kneeled in front of her, his helmet in his hands.
Her eyes focused, as if she was gathering her courage, and she pointed her wand at him.
"My name is Tiffania Westwood Tudor of Albion. Pentagon of the Five Elemental Powers; bless this humble being and make him my familiar."
She chanted briefly, before placing the wand on his head and then kissing him chastely. He felt her soft lips, and to his surprise, felt that it was a pleasant sensation.
The girl blushed even stronger somehow. Emile found it amusing, but he couldn't let himself be distracted.
"Did it work?"
"I, think so? It might take a few seconds."
They waited for a quarter of a minute, and suddenly Emile felt it. A pain on his chest, not a small pain either, though in comparison to the energy sword previously impaled on his chest, it was nothing.
"Yeah its working, I can feel it on my chest. Stings like a bitch. Afraid you'll have to wait to see it, this armour takes hours to remove, and until this civil war ends I can't do so without risking our safety."
"That's no problem, I already told you Mr Emile, I can make people forget with Void magic."
"That only works if we see the enemy first. We can't take risks here, and until I see this magic in action I can't say for sure how well I can protect you if we are attacked by a large group."
"Okay Mr Emile."
Tiffania smiled as if grateful.
"Why don't you show me the orphanage, I bet the kids will love to see the dead alien."
"W-what! We can't show kids a dead corpse Mr Emile."
"Sure we can." Emile laughed as he hoisted the blood soaked alien corpse up, and started walking towards the building.
He wondered briefly, if he was alive, what about the others? His dog tags were gone, 6 had probably picked them up. Had 6 survived delivering the 'package'. What about Jun? Did he manage to keep that scientist Halsey alive, or did Castle Base fall as well?
Miles away, a boy in a tracksuit found himself in another world, but unknown to him was that he wasn't alone.
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