Disclaimer

I do not have claim to Halo, and I do not have claim to Mass Effect either.

This if for recreational purposes only.

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Thanks for the feedback people, I like feedback quite a lot.

Now, to reply to my anomalous reviewer.

I've read Halopedia several times, but I rarely need to reference from it. Sorry for the mis-spell on the MA5B is a real weapon if I recall correctly. It's been a little while since I've wrote about the Chief.

Chapter- Welcome to the Past

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Shepard and the rest of his team reached the escaped pod, which Master Chief ripped off its hinges, as it was weakened beyond repair. After this display, they followed him into the open airlock of the Normandy, guns put away as they wouldn't do much in this environment.

The doors opened for them and they stepped into the decontamination room, which simply ran a few scans over them before allowing them into the ship.

"Welcome back Commander-" Joker started before noticing the Chief. "Wow, there was still someone alive in there?"

"Save it Joker, we're taking him to the Citadel, I think the council will like to meet him. Excuse me, I have to make my report." Shepard said, leaving the room.

'So this is the Gale.' Cortana said from within the Chief's suit as they were escorted to an elevator, which led them to a corridor lined with doors. 'Crew quarters, the officers' ones at least. I noticed some pods upstairs.'

Master Chief's reply was a grunt as he was led to a room at the far end, guarded by a pair of marines who shakily saluted, 'At the officer behind me probably.' It was an expected change from the UNSC, where just about everyone military would salute out of respect. Here they were more frightened than respectful of him.

He entered the room and noticed its simplicity, a dresser with three changes of clothes, a small desk with a computer on it, and a bed. He turned on the computer, and was greeted by a message saying, 'G.I.N.' with the words 'Galactic Information Network' written in smaller print under it.

He uploaded Cortana to it, as she would be curious. Not surprisingly, it was cut off from the rest of the ship. "They probably anticipated you being uploaded." Master Chief state flatly. The first thing he did was start dis-assembling and re-assembling his weapons, cleaning them and making small repairs as he went. He was done with each in relatively ten seconds, a new record. As he was finishing the last one, his assault rifle, Commander Shepard walked into the room impromptu. "Commander." Master Chief acknowledged, resisting the urge to salute as they weren't in the same military.

"That's a pretty fast job." Shepard commented.

"This is nothing, Kelly cou-can do it in half the time." Master Chief replied.

Shepard tried to ignore the windows on the screen behind the Chief opening and closing on their own as he replied. "Kelly? Then you aren't the only Spartan? Not very surprising."

"I'm the last."

"Oh, I can sympathize there. I went on a mission to Akune with an entire platoon of marines, and left alone."

"You want to know about us don't you, about the Spartans?"

"Not just me, the entire council."

"We're or were, for lack of a better word, super soldiers. We went through the program when we were six, and left at about sixteen, already in the military. We were trained to be Earth's finest, the brightest and strongest humanity had to offer, there were 75 of us then. We were now the strongest soldiers, humans, in history, but there were only thirty after the augmentations, and now I'm the last."

The screen behind him paused a second, before continuing as Shepard pressed. "What program, they let you join the military at six?"

"Let us? The military was all we had other than each other, we were inducted at the age of six, being told our parents were killed in various ways by the rebels and other parties. From there it was training every day, and night if we didn't succeed enough."

"Must've been harsh."

"Nothing compared to the Covenant when we went into active service."

"What are the covenant, exactly?"

"The covenant were a hierarchical race of religious zealots bent on our destruction. The were several races, Elites, Grunts, Brutes, Hunters, Drones, etc etc. The Elites were there field commanders, replaced by the Brutes when they realized their error, some Grunts and most the Hunters went with them."

"Error?"

"They worshiped an ancient race called the Forerunners as gods, not to the appeal of the Forerunner's remaining legacy. They thought the could ascend to become gods when they fired Halo, which was an orchestrated delusion. Halo would kill them, it would kill us all, so I destroyed it, twice."

"Did the-"

"Did humanity survive? Last time I checked they did, but I don't know anymore. I'd think your proof it did though."

"Not necessarily Chief, get this." Cortana interrupted, "The year is 2183."

"Impossible Cortana, hat was four centuries ago." Chief interrupted.

"That's what their calendar says."

"If I may interrupt, you're saying that you're from the future?"

"No, I don't have any records of anything you've spoken of." Cortana replied, "We must of landed in another dimension due to the slipspace cut-off, but the odds are extremely low."

Both occupants of the room ignored her droning of numbers. "More reason for you to meet the council." Shepard concluded

The comm. Blared on, "We have a problem Commander, five Geth ships just jumped in-system, they're blocking the relay we need to go through."

"This isn't good." Shepard stated, "Why are the Geth here?"

"I don't know commander- Crap, another ten Geth ships just jumped in, they're coming after us commander, they still have the original five at the relay."

"Hold tight Joker, send a request for aid, tell them we have important cargo on board."

"Come on, we have to get ready to fight off boarders."

The Chief nodded and they left the room.