She hid, embracing the darkness's deepest shadows, nobody saw her, and nobody could see her. The she was nothing but slight distortion in the shadows invisible to all but the keenest of eyes. But even here the voices screamed in her head, they clawed at the deepest reaches of her mind, no matter where she hid the voices and cries of agony always found her. They screeched and wailed, like countless nails scraping against a chalk board. The sounds were driving her insane, driving her further past the point of no return she had passed so long ago. Tears welled up in her eyes and she began to cry. She moaned in agony, but like the screams the moan turned into al all out feral cry of pain. Her screams added to the maelstrom of madness in her head. The sounds were unbearable threated to drown her but a voice cut through the agony she was in.
"Hey, Shush, everything alright, remember it's all in your head, noting's in here except you and me."
Her wails cut down back to a pitiful moaning, inside her head the voices quieted their screams little by little until she could block them out, but they still snaked their way through the deepest reaches of her mind. "Sorry Apollo," she whispered to the voice that had cut through the madness just moments ago. She blinked the tears out of her eyes and the HUD came back into focus on the inside of her Mk. V MJOLNIR helmet. She stood up and walked out of the shadow. Her black MJOLNIR armor was covered in tons of bullet holes, and slashes, the commando shoulder plate she wore was riddled with impact scars from bullets. She slowly made her way to the back of the cave, listening to Apollo the smart AI that was the only think keeping her sane right now, she found the large flat rock, that she called her bed, and grabbed a fists sized lump of cloth, she unwrapped it, and pulled out a slightly smaller chunk of a purple crystal, she stared at held it gingerly as if it would break at any moment. She let out a pained sigh and wrapped the crystal up again.
"Hey, Apollo?" she pushed herself into the corner of her 'bed' pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. "Maybe we should go back to them; they could help me, stop the voices, and the ghosts."
"No, no, remember they let you down they killed your squad, and nearly killed your, they are bad people remember that." The AI said as her shoulders slumped slightly.
"Right, are they near her, I could do with some fun." She broke out into a twisted grin. Her voice was no longer weak; instead it was burning with rage. "Maybe than the Itching with stop" she said as she gripped her left shoulder, her mind flashed back to the night that Apollo mentioned.
It was dark; four Spartans moved quickly through the dense underbrush, they ignored the thick vegetation as they moved. She was in the lead, clad in MJOLNIR armor, her team in SPI armor; they appeared to be strange phantasmal specters following in her wake. They all moved underneath the shadow of a Covenant Corvette, a large Colom of light blue light descended from mid-ship, she signaled the team to stop and take cover, she pulled out the M99 special application scoped rifle she had been given for the mission looked where the ships Gravity lift made contact with the ground. She saw three humanoid aliens touch down, and walk out from the glowing light. Elites, the covenants strongest warriors, they were smart, strong, and fast. Two of them matched the armor configuration for the Spec ops elite, and the third was a ship master clad in gold armor, she noticed a slight distortion behind the ship master, he had a body guard following him in active camouflage. She signaled and they kept moving. They didn't have a clear line of sight. Taking out their target would be too risky at this range they only hand one shot. They continued advancing as quiet as ghosts until they reached what she considered- a good range, now they just needed to wait for the right time. they sat there for about 4 hours as the ship master moved around the camp that was at the base of the gravity lift, the ship master was beginning to head, as he and his guards made their way back to the ship, he was exposed it as only for a few second but it was long enough to fire off two shots.
The ship master lurched forward; the shots tore through his shields, and then its head. Now they ran the group wasn't armed for heavy combat, just pair of DMR and two MA5B assault rifles. They knew the instant that the shots were taken all hell would break loose, the covenant would seek revenge, but without the ship master ONI had hoped there would be a large enough delay before the covenant got the cruse up and running, hopefully long enough for the long swords to strike.
"This is Spartan-013 requesting immediate evac, objective complete." She said as she began to hurry away with her squad
"Negative 013 you'll have to find your own way out, all pelicans drop ships in the area are currently unavailable."
They streaked through the underbrush her team now appearing as a dark green blur behind her as their SPI armor matched the color and texture of the terrain behind them. She heard the sound of approaching phantoms and banshees; she signaled the team to ready themselves for a fight once the phantoms search lights illuminated her. She fired off two more shots, the shots tore through the antigravity pods on the end of one of the banshees stubby wings, it crashed to the ground and burst into a crumple heap of burning metal and plasma, she doped the clip from her rifle and quickly reloaded it, taking aim at the phantoms main cannon, and began to fire, her squad had begun to take out the other two banshees. It took most of their ammunition to destroy the banshees, and destroy the phantoms main cannon. The phantoms sides opened up and t four elite kill squads dropped from the phantom. Three of the squads rushed her teammates; the fourth got in-between her and her squad. Three of the squad's members pulled out energy swords, and circled around her, the fourth a plasma rifle. She pulled the trigger on her rife, the last bullet tore through the plasma rifle wielding elites head, one of the elites rushed her, attempting to cut her in two, she side stepped, and grabbed its extended arm, twisted into and swept its legs out from under it. She planted the rifle barrel in its mouth, and forced it through into the ground. The elite gurgled before it died. She pulled out her pistol, and began to fire at the other members of the kill squad, but the rounds bounced off their shields. The elites attacked her timing their strikes attempting to catch her from behind, stifled from her squad mates, reached her ears, she wanted to risk a quick look but she couldn't. A sharp blow to her chest pushed her from her feet and knocked her to the ground. The elites placed a strange type of hand cuffs around her arms, and legs before dragging her towards the phantom, she saw the rest of her squad was captured all were still alive, but they were also bound. They were brought back to the ship, and lined up on their knees, arms bound behind them. An Elite general approached them, energy sword in hand. He walked up to the Spartan furthest from her, kicked him over, and pushed the blade through his chest, the process was repeated two more times, each death tore her to pieces, they were her squad, her brothers and sisters, she couldn't watch but she was unable to tear her eyes from the Spartan who sat next to her. The other Spartan depolarized her visor and looked at her, and said one last thing before her head was removed from her shoulders.
"It was an honor serving with you Ma'am."
Her fellow soldier's last words echoed in her mind over and over. She failed them, it was all her fault, she wasn't strong enough to protect… no she just wasn't strong enough. Kurt Ambrose told them that they would need to be strong, that everything they did from the time they started until the day they died would test their strength. She failed; she failed herself, her team, and her teacher, all because she wasn't strong enough.
"I ran the numbers, statistically speaking nothing you could have done, would have changed the outcome." Apollo's voice came through her helmets speakers.
"I'm initiating Cole Protocol, I will destroy myself the second your vitals flat line, I will stay with you till the end." The AI paused for a minute before he spoke again "it truly has been and honor working with you."
"Spartan 013, this is Lt. Ambrose, we got rescue birds incoming, ETA in 8 minutes?"
"I'm the last one, they killed everybody. And I'm next, sorry I wasn't strong enough."
"Don't worry…." Ambrose was cut off. The covenant seemed to have blocked any communications Traffic in the area. The elite kicked her over onto her back, then she saw a hunter approach her, the cuffs on her arms were removed and the hunter pinned her arms beneath its massive foot.
"you, Demon, you were the one who slew the ship master, for that you will die, but you will die with shame, the shame knowing that it is your fault that your pathetic race fell. Tell us everything we need to know, and your death will be swift." Said the elite
"Like hell I will, take your questions and shove em' up your scaly black ass." She spat back at him, knowing that she let her team die, was one thing but she wouldn't be responsible for losing the war. She attempted to worm her arm out from underneath herself but to no avail.
The elite nodded to the hunter and the hunter pressed down on her chest, her armor groaned in protests and so did she. But she wouldn't give in. the elite continued for another 4 minutes but he lost patience.
"Enough I'll leave you to die slowly," he pulled out her left arm from under her body, and laid it out flat, the hunter placed the point of the shield on her left shoulder and began to push it down into her arm. Her energy shields flared for a second and collapsed, the hunter pushed the shield deep into her flesh. The heavy metal shield stopped at the bone, by now she was screaming in agony, a few tears streamed down her face, when it couldn't sever her bone it withdrew the shield and the elite whipped out an energy sword, sliced through the bone, grabbed her now useless arm, and in one swift movement yanked it free from her body, she was beyond screaming in agony, now she was a little girl again, crying out in pain, wishing for the end to come.
She remembered that Kurt had shown up about a minute after the elite had wrenched her arm off. He appeared out of nowhere and destroyed the assembled covenant forces, with almost godlike skill. She managed to hold on long enough to get put in Cryo, and later had her arm flash cloned. However, the trauma from that night, the physical pain of getting her arm torn off, and the psychological of feeling she failed everybody that mattered to her, and nearly dying, left her mentally unstable. She developed drastic Bi-polar like mood and personality shifts. Her AI Apollo was left with her to be a caretaker and councilor. She had spent all of two years in a mental health facility before she was released for active duty again, during that time Apollo grew attached to her. He would make sure she survived, even if it meant betraying the UNSC. After her release she was no longer the Spartan she used to be, prior to the incident she was regarded as The Best Spartan in Alpha Company, but she lost all that made her great on that one night. Granted she still was far superior than your average solder, but she had no heart for battle any more, she was distancing herself from everything. Than one day, 5 years after the incident, Apollo who had already been a few months into rampancy, convinced her to desert, she simply vanished after one of her missions. The UNSC wanted her back, They Still want her back.
UNSC Frigate Red Scar was in orbit above a very earth like planet, only difference being there was more water. the captain of the ship stood addressing a lone Spartan III in brand new MJOLNIR armor composed of an Scout helmet, the default chest piece, a Recon right solder, and an ODST style guard on the left, and Fj Para kneepads, a tactical soft case was strapped to her thy, the armor was a olive green color, with steel grey details. The helmet was tucked under the Spartans arm, exposing her face; she had black hair that was buzzed short. Her skin was fairly pail. Her right eye was an icy blue, while she left was a darker green.
"I take it your aware that A-013 who deserted several years ago was picked up on our scanners when we were scanning for covenant loyalist forces that may have been left alive on the planet after the recent battle here. The armors signature was detected on an island roughly 730 square miles large about 1000 miles off the coast of the main land. We were unable to get a clear lock on her position so you'll have to do some searching. Several years ago, A-013 was nearly killed on a mission. She was forced to watch as her entire squad was executed, before she had her arm cut off. The doctors say that the physical and psychological pain of the night caused her to become unstable. She deserted not long after; we assume that this is because of her AI Apollo, who by now probably "died" being a Smart AI and easily 9 years old. Your job is to bring her back."
"Yes sir." Replied the Spartan
"Very well, Lt. your dismissed."
The lieutenant walked out of the captain's quarters, and headed down to the hanger, a pelican drop ship brought her down to the planet's surface, and she grabbed a battle rifle and an assault rifle from the pelican's storage compartment above the seats, and slid a fresh clip into her Battle Rifle. She jumped out of the pelican when it was hovering just above the ground.
"Sir, this is Spartan A-070, any idea where I should start searching for 13?"
"We picked up a faint signal from her armor, about 30 miles north of your position, inside the dormant volcano. There are some entrances on the northern side. Check in the caves, it's likely she's hiding out in them. Also be aware there has been some Insurrection com traffic, it looks like they may have a base in your area."
"What should I do if I run across them searching for 13?"
"Eliminate them, and retrieve any useful data. The same with any of the loyalist's equipment retrieve every bit you can if you come across any."
"Roger." She began her trek into the jungle the filled most of the island.
The twisted roots, and branches didn't impede her in the slightest, she worked through the brush headed further into the deep forest within the center of the island. As she worked her way through the brush further and further into the forest, she began to make the trek up the mountain. Ten minutes after she started her climb she heard the war cries of brutes. She quickly yet carefully moved towards the sound.
She saw four brutes, about 30 grunts and, a dozen jackals, trading fire with about 25 insurrectionist soldiers who were taking cover behind trees and large boulders. She stayed crouched by the base of a tree she brush providing significant cover so she would remain unseen. She pulled out the flash bang grenade, and one of the spike grenades. She tossed the flash bang into the center of the battle field, and tossed she spike grenade into the mass of grunts, sticking it onto ones methane tank. The flash bang went off, followed closely by the spike grenade. The bright flash blinded the majority of the soldiers and covenant, save for those who were quick enough to shield their eyes. The spike grenade went off and tore through the grunt's, rupturing and igniting the methane tanks. A few of the exploding methane tanks managed to kill two jackals.
She whipped out her DMR and began quickly shooting into the crowd of covenant. The armor piercing rounds made quick work of the jackal. She saw the insurrectionists begin to fire more aggressively. She watched as the number of covenant began to quickly diminish, the troops began to push their way past the cover as the last few covenant fell. They stood in the middle of the field cheering now that the covenant lie dead at their feat, some of the more zealous ones began to cheer and fire shots into the bodies of brutes.
"Damn fine work from our back up, right Captain." Said one of the troopers that walked forward from the 5 troopers that remained. "Common get out here guys."
She grinned as she pulled out another two frags, she pulled the pins from the grenades and held them for an extra second before she tossed them, and they bounced of the chests of two troopers before they exploded before they hit the ground. The insurrectionist troopers were blown apart. She policed the bodies quickly checking for any useful gear. She pulled a shotgun off the body of one of the soldiers she also picked about 7 dragons breath shotgun shells from the troopers belt along with 33 normal shotgun shells. She remembered when Kurt told them about the uses from the shells she figured she may yet find a use for them. Or at the very least they may be useful in the caves. She began heading up the mountain once again. She found a small cavern in the side of the mountain. She began going through the caves carefully and methodically searching every single chamber and tunnel. According to the maps of the mountain caverns she had searched nearly 50 percent of the cave system. However unknown to her she was being watched the whole time from the shadows.
"Apollo, is she looking for me, does she want to take me back to them?" 13 whispered as she stalked the other Spartan.
"yes, and if you go back I can promise that sooner or later, that that incident will repeat itself, all you are to them is a disposable hero."
"I am not DISPOSEABLE!" she roared, no longer caring if she was seen. 13 lunged from the shadows her fist drawn back.
Her shout alerted 70 who spun around to meet her assailant head on. She brought her arms up to block the punch, however she was far from quick enough the punch collided with her head and sent her sailing. She hit the ground and rolled, using the momentum she rolled to her feet. She pulled back her fist and went to slam it into the stomach of her attacker, however 13 caught her with a round house kick before stepping through her defense and catching her in the jaw with a powerful uppercut. She stumbled backwards and was pulled back by her arm, only to have 13's fist collide with her head again. She stumbled back disoriented by the repetitive blows to her head. She quickly shook it off before 13 had the chance to follow up with anything else. She spun to face 13and raised her fists in defense. She was still being forced to remain defensive she could tell that 13 was well out of practice but that didn't put her any closer to her skill level.
"I'LL NEVER GO BACK!" 13 roared as she let loose an onslaught of relentless attacks, most of them plowed through her opponent's defenses.
"Remember, she's also a Spartan. Just take her out, BREAK HER NECK!" Apollo roared into her ear.
"You don't have to tell me twice Apollo."
13 slammed her fist into 70's stomach before twisting her around and gripped her head she prepared to deliver the sharp twist that would end her opponent's life. However 70 wasn't going to go easily. She reached back and grabbed13 beneath her shoulders thrust her hips back and knocked 13 off balance, before flipping her over her shoulder. And whipping out the shotgun she lashed out with the butt of her gun. Catching 13 on the side of her head, 13's head snapped back from the force of the blow. She pulled back the butt of her gun and smashed it into her faceplate. The faceplate cracked, she quickly smashed the shotgun into her opponent's stomach, before landing a powerful round house kick on 13. She quickly attached the shotgun onto one of the magnetic strips on her back before she caught 13 and forced her into a full nelson.
"IM NOT GOING BACK!" roared 13 as she struggled to get free, doing everything she could.
"Why not, why don't you want to go back?"
"Because I won't simply be used as a disposable hero, I will live and I will make them pay for thinking that they could just throw our lives away. I'll never go back to them."
"Who said anything about treating the Spartans as disposable Heroes?"
"Apollo told me, he hacked into the UNSC's network and read the files on the Spartan III's we were considered disposable, we were to be used to keep throwing Spartans at impossible objectives until the covenant fell from being overwhelmed.
"Wait when did Apollo tell you this?"
"Three years ago"
"So I'm assuming he died."
"Why should he have died?"
"He's nine years old, he should have "died" like most Smart AI's do when they go through Rampancy"
"Not quite, I'm still her, and I'm not leaving, not as long as I am needed by her. If she still needs me I will remain." Said Apollo through the helmets speakers
"Spartan has you encounter A-013?"
"Subduing her right now, I'm about to administer the tranquilizer I need to talk to you about Apollo later."
"Very well, I'm sending a pelican to your coordinates."
"Rodger." Said 70
70 forced 13 to the ground and pinned her to the ground. She reached in to the soft case on her thy and pulled out a metal case and removed a syringe from the case, she pulled 13's helmet off, and exposed 13's face which was pushed into the ground, she had rich dark skin and light brown eyes angelic face, she looked much like a dark skinned female angle of death. Her black hair was sloppily cut with a knife. She pulled the plastic protective cover off the syringes needle and injected the sedative into 13's neck. All the while 13 was thrashing violently attempting to struggle.
"DAM YOU, YOU FUCKING BITCH!
"I'll tell you one thing, what Apollo said is true, but it was said out of context. When you go back to the UNSC hopefully we can get you the help you need."
"So now what, are you just going to destroy me?"
"No, something's not right with you; you don't seem like a rampant AI, the scientists will want to get a look at you."
"Before you take us back, she might cooperate if you get her rock."
"A rock?"
"To be more precise, a gemstone, an amethyst I believe, and a rather large one at that."
"Where is it?"
"Keep heading down this corridor about 50 meters down, there should be a small side passage. There should be a small cloth bundle that is on a stone slab take it with you. If she tries to kill you again, than that might just calm her down." Said Apollo "I assume that you will be removing me from the helmet"
"What's her name again?"
"Pricilla."
With that 70 grabbed Pricilla's helmet removed the Ai chip from the back and placed it in the case that she stored the syringe in, before putting Pricilla's helmet on again before she hoisted Pricilla onto her shoulders and began walking towards the entrance. When she reached the exit of the cave she started to signal the pelican a loud grunting breathing reached her ears, and she turned in time to see a brute chieftain in suit covered armor wielding a gravity hammer jump from a ledge above her, ready to crush her skull in. she wouldn't have enough time to drop Pricilla, grab her gun. She could only defend herself. She managed to free one arm quickly enough to grab the shaft of the gravity hammer before it crushed her, the shear force behind it nearly pushed her to her knees. She felt Pricilla shift than noticed that a shot gun barrel protruded from under her arm, Pricilla was conscious enough to grab the shotgun of her back and plant the barrel of the shotgun in the brute's chest, and fired. The slug that was loaded in the gun was one of the seven dragons breath rounds she picked up, the slug tore through the minimal armor the brute wore, the flames charred the stone wall behind the brute, the primate like alien slumped to its knees and dropped. A second later the shotgun clattered to the floor, Pricilla having passed out again. The pelican dropped down so that it was in easy jumping distance even with Pricilla over her shoulders.
"We're in, let's get out of here"
Pricilla had not gone entirely quietly, she attempted to escape 4 times before they made the slip space jump. After the fourth she was put into Cryo sleep. 70 walked back to the colonel's room so she could be debriefed.
One year later
She sat in her room, though a cell would be more accurate. The voices didn't claw at her mind any more, though the silence from the room and from her head was almost more maddening than the wails of the voices as they clawed their way through her mind. She missed Apollo, she missed him dearly, she quickly saw the fact that he only told her part of the truth when it came to the Spartan III, he still was the only person who was with her during her years of isolation. The silence drew her back to the emptiness of her mind; she dearly wanted someone to talk to. She found it lonely to be left alone with just her thoughts. She couldn't relax in her cell her skin crawled, her body ached for physical activity, and her mind begged for a task to tackle, no Spartan was meant for this. Action she was begging for action, she needed to do something, Run, Spar, climb a tree anything but sit in this room and do nothing. She wasn't ignorant prone to mild aggression, by Spartan III standards but according to her charts fit for active duty. And as long as the doctors kept finding new reasons for her to stay, it would be a long time before she even got out of this infernal room.
She looked at the table in the corner of the room, the shapeless lump of cloth sat containing one of the two things she was allowed to keep, her other keepsake was around her neck like it always was, the grey chip that once held her longtime friend.
She began to stew in the emptiness of her own mind when an explosion shook the mental hospital she was in. her instincts kicked in she threw herself behind the table in her room, she knew what it was, it was a plasma based explosion, and a large one likely from a wraith or drop ship. She needed to get out, she had to fight. She may not entirely trust the UNSC but she was still a Sparta, she would fight to protect innocents from insurrectionists, covenant or flood, at any personal cost. She felt oddly at ease, this is where she belonged.
She saw interns and residents, and patients sprinting some to others away from the origin of the explosion, she could here plasma fire, from small arms, and gunshots from standard UNSC weapons. She moved to the door and pounded on the window, her cell was reinforced Spartan proofed as the doctors called it. She couldn't just break out; she saw the psychiatrist that worked with her sprinting down the hall heading to her door He quickly began disengaging the multitude of locks. As the last lock disengaged the doctor stepped back and she pushed the heavy door open.
"thanks." She said as she shifted the faded mint green patient pajamas. She did not relish going into battle dressed like this but she did what she had to.
Pricilla sprinted down the hallway as quickly as she could; she weaved her way nimbly through the torrent of people who were either running towards or away from the source of the explosion. Just as she rounded one last corner the familiar roar of a brute reached her ear. As she rounded the corner she saw three brutes two of them were chieftain and one was a war chief if she remembered their armor configuration correctly scattered around them was a small assortment of about 10grunts and jackals, standing just before the brutes was a elite in mismatched armor made from what appeared to be battle field salvage, the elite was also badly cut up and bruised a large scar ran across his face and down his neck. He wielded a plasma rifle in one hand and a red energy sword in the other. At the sight of the attacking covenant he blood boiled. She wanted more than anything to tear them apart but, without any armor or weapons it would be foolish to say the least. She hid back behind the corner and looked around she spotted the body of a police officer across the hall, he had a pistol in a holster on his hip, judging by the plasma burns on his body and the hole in the adjacent wall he was killed in the explosion. She sprinted across the hall and rolled behind the adjacent wall. She armed herself with the fallen officer's magnum pistols and looked around the corner.
The grunts and jackals had begun moving towards where she was taking cover. She stepped around the corner and emptied the clip, each shot left a single neat hole in the forehead of a grunt or a jackal. She dropped the empty pistol and dove forward reaching for a needle rifle that was once carried by a dead jackal. She grabbed the gun and opened fire killing the last of the startled grunts and jackals. She turned and saw the elite and the brutes bring their weapons to the ready, the elite sprinted at her and lunged out with is energy sword. She stepped to the side and wrapped her hand around the elites hand and, she placed her free hand on its elbow and violently pushed against it snapping its arm at the elbow. The elite involuntarily released the energy sword from his grip, she sweped the elite' legs out from under him and plunged his blade into his abdomen. The other brutes were on top of her by then, she ducked under a swing from the war chieftain, side stepped around it and swung the energy sword in a ark cutting it from shoulder to shoulder, she than spun around pulled back the sword and thrust it into the chest of the second brute, she twisted the blade inside the body of the brute, than in one viscous twist, spun in a circle while pulling the blade free, sliced the head off the final brute. She deactivated the energy sword and stuffed the weapon into the pants pocket.
She turned in time to see that the wraith that blew the hole in the wall turns to face her. She dove out of the way as a large ball of bright blue erupted from the wraiths main gun. She distantly heard the sound of two jackhammer missile launchers firing. The four missiles collided with the covenant tank and it erupted into a ball of blue and purple flames and twisted metal. She walked through the hole in the wall and saw a team of 4ODST approaching two had jackhammer missile launchers and assault rifles, another had a shotgun and a Battle rifle, and the last carried an assault rifle and a shotgun. The two jackhammer wielding ODST were ordered to check to see if the hallway was clear. Meanwhile the leader of the squad approached Pricilla
"Hey you there, are you alright?" asked the commander as he depolarized his face plate, he spoke calmly and evenly.
She saluted him as he continued to approach,
"Hey commander the covenant are all dead, probably a few grunts left in the building but somebody killed three brutes and an elite." said one of the ODST from inside the building."
"Ma'am did you see the soldier that did this?" asked the squad leader. "We need to find him incase he's in trouble."
"Sir, I killed the covenant here." She said, though quickly after she heard the squad leader sigh.
"Reynolds, get her inside and to a doctor she's obviously completely nuts."
The ODST walked over to her and grabbed her by the wrist and began to try to walk her away. She planted her feet firmly on the ground and wrenched her arm free of the man's grip like it was noting. Before she fished out her dog tags, which identified her as a Spartan. The ODST commander immediately snapped to attention.
"Ma'am I apologies I didn't know."
"I understand, nobody thinks a Spartan could end up in a place like this." She crossed her arms and turned to face the hospital. "I was in the far left wing of the building I didn't see anything on my way here, the right wing is where the staff stays and in the event of an emergency it locks down, so it would be safe to assume no covenant got in. you should let command know that I'm out, we don't need them soiling their shiny white suits, thinking I've gone rogue again."
"Yes Ma'am." Replied the squad leader. "Command the psyche ward was cleared out."
"Already? But you just arrived?" replied a male voice on the other end of the comm.
"We didn't clear it out, one of the patients did."
"What?"
"Yah the Spartan that was staying there, she cleared them out she's here with us what should we have her do?"
"Good, If her doctors let her out than she's in the clear, have her stand by and wait for Spartan 070 who will be arriving by pelican shortly."
"Yes sir" the squad leader turned to face Pricilla "your to wait for a fellow Spartan to arrive from their I'm not sure were going to check the right wing in the meantime."
"alright." Replied Pricilla as she began to police the dead covenant bodies for any use full weapons. She waited for an hour, as she waited she examined the covenant weaponry she gathered from the bodies a pelican carrying a large box roughly the size of a scorpion tank the pelican touched down and Spartan 070 stepped out the back.
"It's been a while Pricilla, I hope you've forgiven me for knocking you out and dragging you back." Said 070 feigning a nervous tone
"I won't hold it against you. "She paused for a second "But when we get to the ship were sparing." She replied and she held her hand out to shake her fellow Spartans "what's in the box?"
"Your armor," 070 opened the side of the container and inside was her suit of Mjolnir armor and the machine that was used to fit the overly complicated armor on the Spartan. She striped down and stepped onto the platform.
"So how does it feel to be back?" she asked as she leaned against the wall of the container
"I feel like I'm Home" she said as the machine began attaching the armor.