Its been over a month since Spartan-051 has been in this universe. It was strange yet intruiging to him. A universe where the intergalactic society is dependant on other races and their dependency on a massless element that produced an effect on an object by reconfiguring its mass through either a positive or negative charge. This was dubbed as the "mass-effect" of an object and while it seemed like a great technological advantage, it was short-sighted to him. It produced a stagnant society who's reliance on this rare element was just plain idiotic with their mindset being one of a race that does not utilize it would be considered inferior and tecnologically backwater. Such fools. The thing that irked him the most was the human advancement in the universe. Humanity had grown to a technological standstill in its most important time in history were it would soon have developed the Shaw-Fujikawa Translight engine yet that wouldnt happen, not with the path they chose. He was peeved at the fact that Humanity had to abide by the laws of the xeno races. To forcibly reduce its naval might was disgusting to him and most of their dreadnoughts were only marginally larger than a frigate, nothing was amazing in terms of sheer size when compared to UNSC vessels. The "mightiest" ship in the xeno council's arsenal was smaller than a Phoenix-class colony ship. If this universe had encountered the war mongering theocracy that was the Covenant then this "galactic government" would be on its knees. Though the UNSC had no form of shielding such as those in this universe,
Kurt-051 was lost in thought to this as he checked and rechecked his armor system's suites. To say that he was the pinnacle of Human acheivement in this universe was an understatement. Whatever the Forerunner AI did to him, it changed him. Physically, he was standing at 8 and a half feet without his armor on. He was always a big boy, and the one to be considered kindhearted and the most sociable of all the Spartan-IIs. This made him different from the rest which showed that he was an aspiring leader and was believed by his former trainer Mendez that he could have even lead the entirety of the program into combat with deadly proficiency.
Looking at the olive green suit of armor, Kurt grinned slightly. The armor before him reminded him of when he was first issued the Mjolnir Mk.IV. It looked bulky, angular and heavy and truth be told he'd be over a metric tonne in it. After initial testing with Alliance RD, his suit was able to take on several direct hits from Mako APCs and airstrikes from heavy caliber guns but it didnt mean he stood still during all those rounds impacting him. His body ached slightly as he was thrown around from the impact of the heavy rounds. This universe maybe different but Newton's Laws still apply and he experienced himself flying from direct impact from the rounds. His shielding stood and when deactivated, they still took the beatings without a scratch. The only thing that affected the armor were the scorch marks from explosive warheads.
As Kurt ran his hand down the suit he could remember the feeling of reading the after action reports of Alpha-Company and Beta-Company. If they had been given Mjolnir instead of SPI armor then many of them would still be alive to fight for another day. Fucking ONI treated his spartans like goddamned sacrificial lambs. But he himself couldnt blame them, there was the grey area of the war. The needs of the many outweighed the needs of the few. He wondered what happened to Noble Team after pulling those that were Candidate-II certified, out of the suicidal operations. He clenched his fist on the armor as he remembered so many faces that he would never see again. The death of his spartans would always hit him hard, he just cared too much.
He brushed those thoughts aside and stood back, spreading his body in a star position. From learning the armor systems he had found an audio log that had taught the spartan on various things. The history of the Forerunners, Ancient Humanity and the Reclaimer responsibility. One of the many things were how to done his armor. The armor itself would hover momentarily before attatching itself to his body. Metallic plates clamped in place to the undersuit he wore. When all the plates had locked and sealed in place, the only place that didnt get covered up by heavy armor was his head. Mentally activating the nanomachines in his body, as taugh by the AI in the audio log, the extra layer of heavy shoulder pauldrons and neck braced armor retracted and encased his head. His HUD was online and everything in place, he made his way to the bridge of the dreadnought he was in. The crew still stared in amazement at the man. Even after a month of being on the ship and being a heavily classified entity with only Alliance HIGHCOM knowing his true identity just like Admiral Hackett and Jack Harper, he was classified as a soldier of a new program called SPARTAN branch and answered only to Alliance HIGHCOM and not the Citadel Council. Should they ask for him, the Systems Alliance government would make sure they wouldnt get him, not even a photo. As Kurt reached the bridge he saw the Admiral and saluted him before the Admiral spoke. "Kurt, I'm sending you on a mission of utmost importance. You are to assist Commander Shepard of the SSV-Normandy in her mission of finding evidence of the Reapers, an AI menace that wipes the galaxy here clean of any and all spacefaring species. Your true identity is to be kept from her at all costs and that any questions pertaining about you are to go to me. I hope you can live up to your name Spartan, coz I sure as hell wont trust the Citadel Council for help, even after sacrificing a whole one-third of a fleet to save their collective asses they wont assist us in policing piracy and slavery happening on our outer colonies." "Understood sir. I'll do my best." The scar-faced Admiral nodded. "Good, I take it you've read up on the officer you'll be under?" Kurt had read her file or rather their file. The twin Spectres of Humanity, a title reserved for those chosen to be the Council's left hand. Being above the law and are able to do whatever they please as long as it gave the Council what they want then they wouldnt give a flying fuck about their methods, ethical or otherwise. The twins, Johan and Jenna Shepard, both were N7s, the best of the Marines special forces. Similar to Force Recon and almost to ODSTs, they were highly trained and very proficient having to be the "Butchers of Torfan", " Heroes of the Skyllian Blitz and Elysium" and even sole survivors of a giant xeno worm on Akuze. To Kurt they were good and could be better but that was yet for him to see personally. He'd read that the two had killed a rogue Spectre named Saren and had discovered the Reapers and although they became heroes and had warned of the Reapers, they were cast aside. Their warnings fell on deaf ears. From what Ambrose read on the extranet, which had too much information to be exploited by anyone, had shown that the twins had died with the original Normandy in 2183. But rumors surfaced of the possibility of them surviving with reported sightings on Omega, a station on an asteroid filled with criminals. Yet, reports indicate that only Jenna Shepard has been sighted.
"Yes, sir. I'll be ready to move on your go."
"Good, you'll be transported on a small shuttle with Spartan Edward Buck and the rest of the team before heading for Omega Station. From there you'll be under Commander Johan and Jenneve. You both will also take orders from the Illusive Man and while i have no love for that sunovabitch or his methods he's still a former UNSC asset. Your mission still stands, find out what happend to the colonies that have gone dark and to see if you can save any captured colonists, understood?"
"Understood, sir. Fireteam Black will do as requested. We'll save those missing colonists, sir. Whatever the cost."
Kurt saluted and marched his way to his quarters. As he reached the doorway he could see Edawrd Buck playing with his large, standard issue Spartan Combat Knife. Buck noticed the unarmored spartan commando at the doorway and greeted him with a nod.
It was a strange coincidence that Spartan Edward Buck had been invovled in this dimension as well. From what Kurt had remembered, the spartan was found on a volcanic world with him saying he was on a mission to apprehend Blue Team for insubordination and being AWOL. Of course when he had met Admiral Cole and Kurt, he'd told them what had happened in their absence and to their amazement and also disbelief, humanity had survived and was slowly recovering. The Sangheili and the rest of the former Covenant on the other hand had splintered and fractured with the Elites having another civil war after the Great War. The Brutes were off on their own activities, the Jackals were off to their pirating and the Grunts were just happy to be either left alone or helping the Elites or UNSC. The Prophets were sent into exile and most possibly hunted by the Elites. Basically humanity is slowly thriving while its enemies were quickly descending into chaos.
Going back to Buck's appearence in this universe and what he was tasked with prior to his arrival. He and Fireteam Osiris had tracked the AWOL Blue Team to a Forerunner world and from a brief struggle between the fireteam leaders with Agent Locke being attacked with his own armor locking device, the facility began coming down on them with a Guardian awakening. As Fireteam Osiris had ran towards a teleporter, Buck had struggled to keep up and nearly fell off the teleporter as he hung above the lava below him. Before he could pull himself up the teleporter platfom's anti-gavity genrator gave out and went into freefall. Just before Buck's feet had reached the lava, the teleporter malfuctioned and brought him to where he was found by Cole.
From there it took two whole weeks to give the former ODST a crash course on the current events in their universe and those in the one that they all currently reside in. Truth be told, Kurt was just glad he wasn't the only Spartan in this universe. Even if the other Spartan wasn't trained from the delicate age of youth to be the most efficient killing machine that Humanity had to offer to save itself from extinction.
It also took awhile to adjust Spartan Edward Buck to be in the same level as Kurt currently was. This meant an overhaul of his armor, augmentations and RoE(Rules of Engagement). Having instructions laid out by the Forerunner A.I. that was found in his armor, the nanomachines in his body could be shared with another human of Reclaimer status. This meant that he could remove a small amount of his blood that contains the nanomachines and program them to multiply and work on another Reclaimer, as long as there was sufficient raw materials and also the command authorised by the original host then the nanomachines could work their magic and set Spartan Buck to be up to the standards that Kurt currently was. Another interesting factor for reprogramming the nanomachines was that they could build and relicate any object give if they are provided the raw materials. This allowed Kurt to have Buck's Mjolnir armor systems and plating to be that on par with his own but the downside of it was that Buck would have to be out of his armor for over a week which was fine with him. The other problem wasn't really as much of a hurdle for Buck. The problem with people in the UNSC during the war was that they had shot at anything non-human and that had gone on for those born during that time. But for Buck it was more or less simple for him to understand, dont kill aliens and only kill those who shoot first, simple enough.
"So Commander, what's our mission?"
Buck seemed to be in a relaxed mood. His shoulders were slump, eyes seemed lazy with one hand toying with his knife and yet his feet were ready to spring him to action. Kurt stopped before Buck before snatching the knife that Buck flung in to the air.
"Fireteam Black is to meet with the two Commander Shepards on Omega Station. We take orders from them and the Illusive man qnd find out what happened to the colonists that went missing while also saving the galaxy from the Repears."
"You mean we are now working for a couple of dead siblings and a spook from our universe while also saving lives and stopping a hostile A.I. race that looks like a squid from killing all space-faring civilization? Hell if that was a propoganda video then you'd be able to fill the recruiting quota."
Kurt had pushed the knife onto Buck's chest knocking him down. Apparently he doesnt seem to appreciate smart asses.
"We're Oscar Mike, get armored up and meet the team at the hangar."