A/N : In this timeline, the UNSC defeated the Covenant with a huge army of Spartans. Go them. If anyone knows where the references in this are from, write a review and tell me ;3

"Sarah, Ryan." James adressed as he entered the room. 192 and 263 snapped to attention, helmets tucked under their arms. "You two will be Duel Squad." He told them. They were both armoured up with Scout variant MJLONIR armour.

"Joseph, Sophie, Rick." James continued as he walked over to another group. 317 and two other Spartans were there in EVA armour though Rick had a CQB shoulder pauldron on his right arm. "You are in Blitz Squad."

"Kyle, Thomas, you're with me in Buster Squad." James told them. 322 was still in his regular armour and 274 was now sporting a Rogue chestplate and helmet.

"Aegis Squad, you lot will be obviously made up of George and Waylon." James finished by two Spartans in full EOD armour.

"Arm yourselves, then report to the airstrip in ten minutes." James ordered. "Adjourned." He announced. The Spartans all filed out of the small white room and left Buster Squad sitting on benches on the walls.

"Guys, I want you to stick with me, okay?" James said seriously as he leant in towards the others. "No matter what. I don't like the idea of just blowing the place sky-high. There are children in there." Noticing the suspiscious looks he was getting from the others he quickly added onto his request. "I want to rig the explosives so that it won't be entirely fatal. Mainly structual damage." Thomas nodded gladly and Kyle slightly dipped his chin.

"Thanks." James said gratefully, patting the two's shoulders. "We get two sidearm slots, six grenades, in-hands weaponry, in-built armour weapons and the regular magnetic strips on our legs. Our explosives backpacks can hold four firearms, eight grenades and two pieces of equipment minus the ones we need for the mission. Provided you can carry it all." He told them as they walked out of the room. James tapped in a code to a datapad on a wall and a sleek door revealed itself, unfolding itself from the wall. They entered the armory and James threw two backpacks at the two who quickly clipped it on. Kyle let out a low whistle as he walked around the room.

"Prototypes." He said with admiration as he looked around. James clipped on a large and bulky cannon, attached to the underside of his arm by a thick cord. A few screens and several buttons decorated the section attached to his backpack.

"Got spoils of war here." James told Kyle, pointing to a rack filled with old Covenant weaponry. Kyle replenished the ammunition on his Spiker and chose a Brute Shot, clipping it onto his arm. He took a point-defense gauntlet and threw one to Thomas, who looked at it curiously before putting it on. James pushed a trolley to Kyle, who carefully inspected it.

"Firebombs?" He asked and James nodded in reply as he fit another backpack-like device to the side of his case. Thomas had a gravity hammer on the side of his pack next to a fuel rod cannon and loaded up with plasma grenades. He stuck on a few long grenades James gave him to the side of his case and slotted in some firebombs to his belt.

"Can we visit the normal armory?" Thomas asked and James gestured to a rectangular shape in the wall.

"Just push." He smiled. They followed Thomas into the larger, standard armory and went to load up on gear. Thomas carefully outfitted a jetpack on his back and placed an assault rifle and a folded-up sniper rifle onto his pack before snapping on two SMG's to his thighs. He added an M6 as a sidearm on his belt and added several combat knives to his right shin, his left holding a drop shield emitter. He quickly strapped a canister of 6 frags onto his arm as timers on the Spartan's HUD's lit up and the Spartans, several ODST and a group of Marines rushed out the door. They all piled into three Pelicans and waited. One Pelican housed the Spartans, three ODST and the Marine pilot. Another was loaded up with ODST and the last was piled up with Marines. After a long ride, anxiously checking weapons and suits the touched down.

"Operation : KATOPTRIS, commence!" James shouted and the teams surged out of the Pelicans and split into the squads planned for the assault.

A/N : Dun dun dunnn...