Thrown into their world.
Chapter 2 Explain this.
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I awoke what must be three days later in a bed in a private room, and I ache all over. I turn suddenly when the door opens and a medical technician walks in.
"Oh your awake." she says.
"Ugh can I have some painkillers?"
"Yes I actually came in here to give you a bottle of painkillers and your anti rejection drugs."
"Thanks can you point me in the direction of Halsey's office?"
"Certainly, turn left and just keep walking straight for eleventh door on the right."
"Thank you, what's your name?"
"Alyssa."
"Thank you Alyssa." I then go to Halsey's office. When I enter, she is bent over a data pad looking at the shield generator.
"Incredible, we've already made progress." looking up at me "Well, well looks like your adapted to your new body."
"Yeah I still can't wait to get into my suit without the fear if killing my self."
"Yes and I'll have the generator reinstalled, your the very first Spartan to have personal shields."
"In the books, Mark IV was all we had until 2552."
"That long?"
"Yep and the war lasted another year."
"Is there anything you don't know?"
"Nope."
"Good because this thing has good security." she holds up my Ipod.
"Let me see It." she hands it to me. "Where did you find this?"
"In the shorts you were wearing, along with..."
"My retainer case, my ac adapter and cord, my phone and my wallet."
"Can you open your Ipod?"
"Sure." I unlock it then browse my music finding the band slipknot I put it on shuffle and let the Metal encase the room.
"What is this?"
"Nu Metal band Slipknot, album Iowa, track 13, Metabolic."
"And you can understand the vocalist?"
"Yeah and I am also a Metal vocalist."
"Really?" she says skeptically "Prove it."
"Ok." I then start singing along "I couldn't murder your promise
Right before my eyes
The revolution of my psychosis
Kept me outta the way
Once, inside, all I hold is ash
Foul, suppressing every feelin'
I'm in so much pain
I have every fuckin' right to hate you
I can't take it!" she looks like a Sangheili zealot is standing in front of her. "that answer your question." I say in my regular voice.
"Yes, it does. You could scare an Elite with that voice."
"So doc, where do I stand in this universe?"
"Your now Spartan-189, your past is restricted level 7."She explains, "if anyone asks you just say level 7 and they'll shut up."
"Why what's lever 7?"
"Only two people know it, and if they dig deeper you have the right to shoot them in the head."
"So, let's say that admiral whatshisface asks and continues to dig, I can take a pistol to his/ her head and pull the trigger and have no repercussions?"
"Well other than a section three person concerning with the level 7 code to the court marshal board, yes."
"Anything else before I leave?"
"Yes, I dug around your DNA and it matches one other Spartan."
"Who? And what did you do for my fighting skills?"
"The fighting skills first. We gave you a memory flash burn."
"who now say what?"
"We burned the combat training from John-117 into your head. You now know every fighting technique he knows and how to apply it."
"Ok so I shouldn't spar with him then?"
"Nope it would be a test of endurance."
"Good because I can spend half a day snowboarding, then do endurance rock climbing followed by a metal concert."
"Wow I'm impressed."
"Now who am I related to?"
"First I have to ask you. What happens to us?"
"Goddamnit. You want the long version or the short version... Same amount of details."
"The short I've called a meeting with the SPARTANs to officially introduce you. And I need to tell you that you have precognition powers so if you say something accidental about the future just say that."
"Ok, Basically, Kurt gets recruited to be Lieutenant Ambrose, the main person in charge of the SPARTAN IIIs. Many Spartans are lost during the war, the majority of them die while defending Reach, and the inner colony's. Reach is glassed and the pillar of autumn jumps to a forerunner super weapon, called halo. Halo is a weapon of last resort against the Flood, a parasitic all sentient life-consuming organism. Halo is designed to kill ALL sentient life in the galaxy. The flood is released. John-117 detonates the engines in a last ditch effort to prevent Halos activation. He escapes, finds more survivors. Linda, who is clinically dead in a cryo tube due to injuries on reach, they capture a Covenant flagship recover some Spartans and you, the Covenant find earth, more halos are found, the Elites become our allies in the final year of the war. Miranda Keys, or Miranda Halsey, dies on the Ark to prevent the profit of truth from firing all the halos at once. Master Chief is declared MIA. You and the remaining Spartans become trapped in a slipspace bubble where the planet Onyx is. In addition, that's what will happen briefly. If you want to know more just go to the Ibooks app and read one of the books." I show her what I mean. "Now the pass code is 0189 and who am I related to?"
"First off, HOLY SHIT! Are you telling me that my only daughter is killed just before the war ends and that almost all the Spartans die?"
"In a nut shell yes, now will you tell me who I am related to? Please."
"You are John-117's GREAT, GREAT, GREAT, GREAT, GREAT, GREAT, GREAT, GREAT, GREAT, GREAT, GREAT, GREAT, GREAT, GREAT, GREAT, GREAT, GREAT, GREAT, GREAT, GREAT, GRANDFATHER."
"You have got to be shittin me."
"Nope if you don't believe me come over here." I walk over to her desk and she brings up two DNA sequences with 189 under the left one and 117 under the right one, the word MATCH is visible through the middle of the two strands.
"HOLY SHIT! I'm MASTER CHIEFS GRANDFATHER!"
"Dan, I think that I should properly introduce you to your teammates."
"Yes let's." I am led into the mess hall and all the Spartans have their eyes on me. I know they can here the music from my ipod.
"Spartans, today I introduce your new teammate Dan-189. He is to be Sam's replacement. He has been assigned to blue team." John stands up. I solute him. "Welcome to blue team Spartan."
"Thank you Sir." I respond automatically. Strange, I must have been programmed with SPARTAN discipline as well. I sit down next to him and Kelly.
Cliffhanger next chapter will be up soon. HATERS gona hate. Don't bother. R&R