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A/N: Now that I have finished my exposition for all of you, it's time to get into the story proper. I hope you like it, and all feedback is welcome.

2200, June 12, 2553 / Camp Ghost, Minister

14 Pelicans slowly drifted towards an open field, next to a large and seemingly vacant military base. Alighting on the rolling grass, the Pelicans troop bay doors lowered. A screaming mob of children piled out, happy to be back on solid ground. Jun, standing by the camp gates, his newly added Major insignia pinned to his uniform, observed the drill instructors (One or two of which looked as though that someone had thrown up on them) that had ridden in the Pelicans with the children attempting to herd the unruly mob towards the base.

"Well, this will be a challenge won't it, Major" A voice said behind Jun. Jun turned his head to see Six walking up behind him in full armor, the sharks-tooth pattern etched into the helmet now having been painted on as well, enhancing the intimidating air that the pattern brought to the already intimidating SPARTAN.

"Yes, it will be, and what you're wearing isn't going to help."

"Nah, the kiddies will love it," Six said giving a dismissive wave of the hand. "Besides, you have more to worry about now than just a few soiled pairs of pants don't you?"

Six is right, Jun realized. Commander Hoff had placed Jun in charge of everyday operations of the base and training of the new "S - Ghosts" as Six, Buck and Delcott referred to the candidates as. It was a demanding and almost insane undertaking, entailing everything from making sure that VERGIL was given enough to do to keep him from disassembling something vital (An important task, as the Huragok was a very inquisitive little fellow, and the first time that he had nothing to do, he had taken apart two Warthogs, and then reassembled them in a way that made it impossible for the other mechanics to repair them or fine tune them, though admittedly, they did run better than before) to managing the supplies of ammo, to ordering enough paint to refurbish the base, and to keep Ministers population from finding out about the camp, and more importantly VERGIL.

Finally the DI's brought the crowd of confused and stunned children into a semblance of order, and started to move them to the base. Eventually, they settled down, and looked with stunned and somewhat scared attention as Jun and Six moved in front of them. Jun cleared his throat and began to speak. This is it, he thought as the words flowed out of him.
"As per Navel code 45812, you are here by conscripted into the UNSC Special Project codenamed: Sierra Ghost. You will become more than anyone has been before. You will, become like this man standing beside me. You will be the best and last line of defense for humanity. You will be SPARTANS."

Jun ended his speech with a gesture at Buck, who was standing in the crowd with the other DI's. "Master Sergeant, take these recruits to their bunks. They'll need the rest."

Buck responded with a quick salute.

"Recruits, you heard the Major. Find the DI you flew in with, he'll bring you to your barracks. Double time it! GO GO GO!" With that, the crowd dispersed, each of the DI's leading a group of children to their bunks. Jun slumped a little, and looked over to Six.

"Do you think this right Six? We, turning little kids into, well, us? Turning them into what many call freaks? Are we making a mistake? More importantly, are we repeating a mistake?"

Six was silent for a moment.

"Jun," he finally said, "We had no choice. Neither do they. Was it right to do what they did with Jorge? Was it right, what was done to us? No. It wasn't. But, it was necessary to do so, so they did it. What we're doing here, I don't know, Jun, if it is right or not, I don't know. I really don't know. I don't like the idea any more than you. But is it necessary? Yes, Jun, yes. I think it is. We both know the data. We both know the facts. Another uprising is inevitable soon. If the UNSC wants a chance at surviving that storm, they need these kids."

Six paused for a moment, and shrugged at Jun.

"All I can say at this point is honestly, I don't know," Six finished, sighing. And I won't know, Six thought. I won't know if this was right or not, and for my own mind's sake, I can't know. All I know, all I can know is that I made a difference, and I need to accept that no matter what happens, I made a difference. It might not be a good one, but at least I made it.

Jun nodded. "Anyway, it's about time we got some sleep as well. See you tomorrow Six," Jun said, walking back towards the bases HQ building.

Six stood where he was a few more seconds, gazing out as the Pelicans flew off towards the ship in orbit that had carried them. He then started to walk towards the armory and took off his armor and stored it in its specially made locker, before entering a small room attached to the armory. All that was in the room was a small bunk, a desk where his BR55's scope was laying, still waiting to be modified, a small dresser, and a holo on top of the dresser, probably the last one left after Reach, of all of the S – III Beta Company graduates. Six got into the bed turning off the lights. He then looked at the holo for a minute, and fell asleep, crying.

A/N: Well, I hope you liked this chapter. Please review this, even if you don't like it, as I want to hear why, or recommend it to others if you liked it. Hopefully, the next few chapters I will be able finish by the end of the month, but it could take longer, depending on several factors. Sorrowman9000 away!