The Clash of Realities
Chapter: 12
Title: Home, sweet home
Creator: Thundercracker417
Helpers: Genroththe1 (He is giving me ideas and Hunter-136 is based after him.)
Rated: T
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from it. I only own the OC's that are in the story.
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"So, how goes the plan to kill the normal Spartans?"
"Good so far. We only need to finish the plan and then everything will be set. Nothing will be able to stop us when those morons are out of the way. Now get to work."
Sigh, "Yes sir."
(602)
'I'm finally back home…that is I this base can be classified as home.'
Piloting was one of my various specialties, especially since I am one of the smartest future Spartans. Currently, I was on a Pelican and was landing in the main hangar o the base.
I missed a lot of my allies…I had been recovering so many people and putting them aboard this Pelican, whether they liked it or not, for a few months now. The only company I've had is the two other Spartans in the Pelican.
Ray was fun to be around because of his sense o humor, but he can be such a downer because of his relationship with my friend at base. He complained day and night abut how he missed her, and after months I've gotten sick of it.
The other passenger, Paul, also had a great sense of humor. Only problem was that he's a pervert of the highest degree. He can be un to be around sometimes, but his catch-phrase "your mom" got to be annoying when he said it as a response to everything.
At least I'm home though. Yep, that's what I deciding to call it for now.
When I landed, the passengers dropped off the people that we recovered over the past few months. Those people were to be briefed as soon as possible on the war that was currently going on.
Luckily, I had a day's leave. So, I could do whatever I want. Fortunately my friends were waiting for me to get back and welcomed me as I exited the Pelican's cockpit.
"Hey 602. How have you been?" Hunter-316 asked.
"Good for the most part. Remind me to kill Paul later for his multiple 'your momma' jokes." I said with a slight smile.
"Will do 602."
Taking my helmet off, I got a real look at the other person who stood in front of me.
"Hello Chris. How's the base been while I was gone?"
"It's been great, but we all missed you. Now come on and get some rest. You have leave for today and tomorrow."
"Aw, don't make me beg. Can I please have another day of leave?" I know, begging my friends was very uncommon for me but everyone has to do it sometime.
"I would love to, but I can't. After tomorrow I need you to pick up one more group of people. After that you can have as much leave as you want. I promise."
"Alright."
With that, we started to head towards the door in the hangar. Being the courteous person he is, Chris held the door for Hunter, James(who was surprisingly silent so far), and me.
"Thanks Chris."
"You're welcome."
I HATE debriefing. It is boring and stupid. At least it was almost over.
"Alright, now that the boring part's over, let's get down to business. The normal Spartans are here."
"What? I didn't think they were coming for 25 more years?"
Chris started to explain, "Well, us being here must have altered something that caused them to come earlier. Anyway, they are in cyro-tubes currently. We can't risk anything."
"Alright. Anything else?"
He for some reason stuttered, "We, wel, well, we are getting reinforcements soon. All of our other Spartan allies are coming."
"Really? All of them?" My question seemed simple, but it was really important to me. With more Spartans, this war would be much easier.
"Yes. Well, you can go now. Have a nice time."
"Thanks."
Sleep evaded me as I stared at my ceiling. It was late at night now and I still couldn't sleep. I wonder why it was so hard to sleep.
I eventually fell asleep as I wondered what I was going to do the following the day.
(Chris-417)
"Happy 602 I back?" James asked me stupidly.
"Hmmmm…I haven't seen 602 in a few months…they're one of my best friends…OF COURSE I MISSED 602 YOU IDIOT!"
"Just asking. I doubt you would miss me as much if I was gone for a few months…"
"Awww just shut up you idiot."
////////////////// (Hunter-136) //////////////////
All I could see was a blazing inferno. It was plummeting through the atmosphere at some sort of target I couldn't see.
In the background I could hear a voice that seemed similar. I couldn't place a name on it although I could hear it clearly.
"NOOOOO!!!!!!HUNTER!!!!!!!!"
This was all I could see until the inferno disappeared. Then all I could see was a UNSC starship slowly pass over where the inferno was. Inside of it were three figures looking out of a view-port down at the now gone inferno.
'What is going on? What just happened?'
That was my only dream for 25 years. It just played over and over in my mind.