Unusal Soulmate

by Willowisp78

Valkyrie is the only female to survive the Titan program. Now stationed on a ship with the Master Chief. She must find a balance with all the changes that is happening so quickly after so many years of being the same. With the help of her new team and her annoying, yet helpful, AI, Orion. She continues on her journey to help unite both races, Sangheili and Human

1. Chapter 1 - Memory and Breakfast Guest

Chapter One – Memory and Breakfast Guest

Staring down at the unappetizing glop of food on the tray in front of me on the galley blue tables. A voice from the front of the room call out to gather the attention of my siblings and me. I looked over and saw a medium height, lean structured man with a mix of broad and narrow features on his face. This man is named Chief Gonza our main supervisor for our program. His mouth was set in a straight line when he informed all of us trainees that we will be going to medical after our meal for some needed injections. Then everything goes hazy after that announcement. Then my vision becomes clear again, I am in the pristine white walls of the medical room that had beds with white sheets situated evenly around the room to fit all forty of us. I was directed to go to the fourth bed from the end of the room. I walked there and noticed that my other siblings are already standing by their beds. On my left side there is the twins Angel and David, they had very fine and delicate features with blonde hair and on the right, there was only one person I knew by name and that was Michael. Michael had dark skin with very narrow features. I reached the bed assigned to me and noticed a female burnet with soft features direct me to lay down and get situated. I turned my view to the ceiling and noticed the white tiles with a pale green border with a few irregular pieces around the lights forming a strange pattern. I felt pressure on my wrist and a voice telling me to go to sleep. I felt a slight pinch of the needle going into my arm. My head became a bit hazy as I went into a deep sleep. I felt a huge surge of pain starting from the bottom on my feet, slowly advancing up my body.

Beep beep beep….

My eyes opened to reveal the dark gray ceiling of the room that I was given. I rolled out of bed trying to shake the feeling of the memory that I was reliving through my dreams. Walking to the adjacent bathroom I moved to the sink to look at myself in the mirror. The person who stared back at me was different that the person that was there twenty-five years ago. The face has some wrinkles with many scars. There is a nasty scar that skips her eyes but crosses the corner of her lips to make her have a permanent snare. I still look young due to the many injects that were given to me at the time that the medical procedure happened. I sighed, turned on the shower water and started my day from there. While in the shower I am thinking through the things that has happened over the years. Becoming one of three left from the ten that survived the procedure. I completed my morning routine and pulled on the thick black cargo plants that are over the combat boots that I have put on. The tank top is a light grey with the UNSC logo on it. Grabbing my black jacket with my number on the left shoulder. The number illustrated in dark red is TV-466. I walked to the door took one last look at the accommodations that I am currently staying at. The door opened to allow me access to the hallway and I noticed that the Spartan 117 or better known as Master Chief was standing with his fist up ready for a knock. I noticed that he was in dark grey cargo pants with a light grey t-shirt that was tight over his shoulders, arms, and pectorals. Which I have heard was a very good view to the rest of the females onboard the ship. Master Chief dropped his hand and took a step back.

"Master Chief, what can I help you with?" I stepped out of my room into the space that he opened up when he took a step back. Some people stopped to stare at both of us trying to gage what this encounter could be.

"Gunnery Sergeant, I was on the way to the galley and wanted to see if you would join me?" Master Chief looked uncomfortable by the shifting of his feet. I smiled as best as I could and gave a slight nod, indicating that I would join him. I took a step to the left to get around him and start heading towards the galley. There was no small talk between us but that is how I like it. If there is something needed to be said. I would have said it then. We reached the galley and stepped into the line for food. Moving slowly forward and the individuals before us gathered their food and found a seat to obtain. I passed through the line with not a lot of issues. I informed the Master Chief that I am going to the far-right corner in the back, he nodded his head after pinpointing the exact seating that I was looking at. I moved forward with a purpose and I captured the seat with my presence. I sat down and looked down at the food. The food that I got was a medium sized steak with mixed vegetable that kind of looked like corn and peas. A roll was placed on the side that seemed like it was fresh earlier today. The table shifted from the sheer mass weight of Master Chief taking a seat and placing his own tray down.

"How is training with the marines going for you, Master Chief?" I looked at him after I took a bit from the interesting vegetables. He looked at me with a shake of his head and amusement shining through his eyes.

"It is going alright. They have a lot to learn." He took a sip from the cup that is in front of him. "You can call me John when we are in this type of environment." He adjusted in the seat to a different position of comfort.

"Valkyrie and they will get there but we get so many new ones from boot camp that we lose too early." I tilted my head as I complicated the dynamic that we are currently in with Fleet Admiral Hood getting a cease-fire order with the Sangheili. John nodded his head and moved his wrist to the right for me to notice wording written on the wrist. "John, I would suggest you might want to cover up your soul mark before anyone else decides they want to try and distinguish the words. Unless you have already met your soulmate."

"I have met him already." Was the short reply as he looked over to me notice my own soul mark on my wrist. "Have you met yours yet?" I shook my head into a 'no' with a neutral expression.

"Do you want some help with your troops?" I looked at my empty plate and sighed.

"Yes, that would be accessible. Cortana will contact you when the training session will happen." He stood up and grabbed his tray. I followed his lead and we went to the window to return our trays. Then headed out of the galley to our own separate ways.