NOTE: This story is based on a story written by freelancer92 titled: I Want to be a Spartan. It chronicles the events of my character before he ends up being involved in the events of freelancer92's story. Enjoy
Chapter 2
0927 Hours, November 11, 2552(Military Calendar)/
/Bronx, New York, United States, planet Earth
Sol system
Walter and David busted through the doors of the school. Both of them over charged their plasma pistols and fired at the Elites. Their shields dropped, and soon, the elites were down, covered with plasma burns, thanks to the other Spartans flanking them. This made the battle easier as the Grunts scattered and were quickly killed afterwards.
The Jackal squad huddled together, with their shields covering both sides of the line of fire.
"This strategy would have worked, if the plasma pistols did not have the power to drain off the shields" thought Walter. David fired another overcharged blast, and Walter primed a captured plasma grenade, and threw it inside the opening.
It stuck the right leg of one of the Jackals, and three seconds later, a satisfying explosion followed, with raining corpses, one of those corpses missing a leg.
Walter was going to thank the other Spartans for their assistance, but they were looking past him. Walter turned, and saw a plasma blade ignite six feet away from him.
The Elite revealed itself, along with the rest of its ten men Unit. "Why did they reveal themselves? For honor? For joy of seeing our faces as we fear our death? Either way, it is not a good sign" thought Walter. Just as the Elites aimed their Plasma Rifles, a Pelican dropship appeared and many grenades went flying from the back of the Pelican. Four grenades detonated and Many Elites died. Those that survived the explosions were quickly mowed down by the continuous fire of the built in machine gun turret.
"Get inside!" yelled what appeared to be a UNSC Marine. Walter was about to ask what was the rush for, but quickly learned that about fifty Grunts were rushing towards them, with plasma pistols, Needlers and Fuel Rod Cannons. A squadron of Marines dropped out. "Well take care of them. There is less you can do now than later." Yelled what appeared to be a Marine Sergeant.
Walter got inside, along with David, and the rest of the Spartans.
Walter looked back, and saw that the setting has changed. Instead of the same building he came out of, it seemed like a highly advanced structure that was now in ruins. In fact, the underdeveloped streets of the Bronx were now filled with bodies instead of trash.
Walter was informed about what had occurred by a Staff Sergeant. The covenant detected a number of teenagers and children that had the attributes of Spartans, and were ordered to commit Genocide of the Spartans.
He was also informed that they had Marine Rankings to lower funding for the SPARTAN program, but that left one question unanswered. "How did we end up here?" asked Walter.
"Say what? How can you not know how you ended on this Pelican?" replied the Sergeant. "I meant, how did I end up in this time period?" Walter responded.
The Marine did not reply, he just showed a confused gesture, as if he had no clue why Walter asked that question.
David showed disappointment in his face, as well as the rest of the Spartans on the ship. "Now what Walter?" asked David.
Walter, a little surprised at the question, replied "I guess we will just play along for now. Nothing else we can do for now." "What if they caused this? How can we trust them?" David asked, in a whisper so low, only a Spartan could hear it.
Walter thought for a moment, and then responded "We might not have to. They seem like they need our help, I doubt they would try to hurt us. Earning their trust is what we should be more concerned about." David nodded, understanding what was said, and what can ensure their continued survival.
The ship landed, in some facility Walter did not know the location of. The whole borough has changed, unless the Pelican traveled elsewhere. It did not matter to him now.
"Spartans belonging to B Company, you will follow the man on my right. Spartans of C Company follow the man on the left." said the Staff Sergeant. David moved to the right side. "Wait, what is going on?" asked Walter, confused.
"I think the letter before the numbers stand for the company we are in. Why, you are not in B Company?" responded David. Walter thought back, and remembered his UNSC name: SPARTAN-IV-C288.
"C, so I guess I'm part of C company" thought Walter.
Once Walter was inside, Technicians fitted him in what they called a Semi-Powered Infiltration Armor Mark III. A technician told him "It has the adaptive camouflage of the previous series, ARAC armor lined with tantalium halfium carbide and titanium-A and fullerene mesh to provide thermal shielding and to take a few hits without actually injuring the user, and is delfective faraday shielded to provide electromagnetic and thermal cover. In addition, this armor was also fitted with hydrostatic gel usually provided to the MJOLNIR armor, to keep the body from getting hot or cold, but it cannot be pressurized like the MJOLNIR suits."
What Walter understood was that the armor had camouflage technology, it was much stronger than the previous models, making it immune to plasma weapons. It keeps his body temperature at a secure and comfortable temperature, and it provided protection from detection gears the enemy would use.
Fifteen minutes later, Walter was in a large room that had some Spartans fitted with MJOLNIR and SPI Armor. It was filled with UNSC Weapons, on the walls and on tables; some were standard issued, some were not. Assault Rifles, Sub-machine guns, Sniper Rifles, Rocket Launchers, almost everything Walter needed was here.
Walter brought up his orders his orders from his commanding officer, which came two minutes after his armor was put together. "My Commanding Officer requires that I take at least one silenced weapon, and some fragmented grenades, along with flash-bang grenades too. I won't disappoint him." thought Walter.
Walter took an MA5C Assault Rifle, looked at it, and started to modify the components inside. "I'm glad that new memory helped out" thought Walter as he continued. When he was finished, he mounted a silencer on the rifle and took nine clips of ammunition. In addition, he took an M7 Sub Machine Gun, equipped it with a silencer, and put it in his holster.
"Nothing fancy, I don't plan to snipe or get in close range anyways" thought Walter. He also took two frag grenades, two flash-bang grenades, just as he was ordered, and a combat knife.
He made his way to the pelican docking bay, and found the pelican in which his team was to ride in. Inside were his teammates, along with his commanding officer. He enters the Pelican, and with a respectful salute, he shouted "Spartan-IV-C288 reporting for duty sir."
This Spartan had the ranking of a First Lieutenant, an officer in the Marine Corps. The large being looked at him and responded "You may call me Achilles. Welcome to Team Phoenix, Spartan."
SPI Mark III belongs to Havoc-Legionnaire, the Specifics are from his ideas.