"ALL PERSONNEL COMBAT STATIONS! ALL PERSONNEL COMBAT STATIONS!" screamed the PA system. Alarms went off and chaos was all over.
Running to a medical bed, a medical officer started the wake-up process of subject SPECTRE. The subject was a 31-year-old male, with scars all over his body. He was wearing a simple medical robe. Pressing all over the screens, the subject started to groan. "Where am I?" he asks the doctor.
"We can answer your questions later. But first, let's leave BEFORE we die," he responded.
"HULL BREACH IN SECTION 14-CHARLIE! BOARDERS DETECTED! ALL NON-COMBAT PERSONNEL ABANDON STATION! ALL NON-COMBAT PERSONNEL ABANDON STATION! THE MEDICAL WING WILL BE LOCKED DOWN IN T-MINUS 5 MINUTES!" the PA system screamed.
Helping the subject up, the doctor said, "Let's get out of here, NOW!"
The doctor led the subject away from the bed and into the hallway, en route to the main hangar. Moving past a dead Marine, he grabbed the powerful, all be it outdated, MA5D and M6H pistol. Giving the MA5D to the subject, they started to move further through the station.
"Hey. Who are you people?" the subject asks the doctor. The doctor only said, "All will be answer-" before a door suddenly blasted open letting multiple soldiers with, what appeared to be N7 armor, enter the hallway. Shooting the doctor dead before he could even raise his weapon. Raising his own at the soldiers, the subject let out a burst, and to his utter surprise and shock, the rounds went right through the armor of the first and then went through him into the one behind him, killing both.
Both were only replaced by more soldiers, taking cover behind a steel wagon that was transporting… something before it tipped over. Shots ran into his small cover, he put leaned to his left, raised his weapon, and let out another burst, killing two more, before moving back in to cover. He repeated this multiple times before he saw a large armored soldier enter the hallway, shooting at the boarders, while they also dropped into cover, trying to not be hit by this person. "COME ON!" they screamed at the subject.
As he started running the station shook once more. He almost fell to the ground would the other soldier not have caught him.
"Who are you?" he asks.
"Later," was their only response, "Follow me!" they ordered, before running away, with the subject close on their tale. Running through the station, they saw multiple of those boarding soldiers on the other sides of Bullet-Proof-Glass.
Moving through hallway after hallway, they finally made it to the hangar, where a single Slip-Space Capable Pelican was still there. "MOVE!" the tall, yet skinny alien on the ramp screamed, signaling for them to move to him. Entering the Pelican, the ramp started to close, seconds later they were out of the station. Moving to the cockpit, the subject could, for a few seconds see System Alliance ships, launching fighters or attacking the station with their weapons. Before everything just went black.
"We're safe, entered Slip-Space, en route to Minuteman Station," the pilot announced.
Looking at the pilot the subject exclaimed, "JOKER? What are you DOING here?"
Turning his seat and looking back at the subject, Jeff 'Joker' Moreau grinned, "Throwing a tea party and nearly dying, what else Commander?"
Sitting down the alien said, "You probably have questions. Sit down and we will answer."
Moving to the back and sitting down, he asks, "Where are we? Who are you? WHAT are you? What is going on?" before being interrupted by the other soldier.
"We are part of the United Sentient Species Federation. We brought you back to life. The station was attacked by the SA. Now we are here, on a Pelican," they said, "But first… What is your name and the last thing you remember?"
Looking at the soldier the subject said, "I am John Shepard, Council Spectre. The last thing I remember is being spaced after the Normandy was attacked by an unknown force. WAIT! Are you those unknown?"
Taking off the helmet the soldier looked at John, "No, I was on the Normandy."
A look of recognition crossed Johns face, "Jane? Is that you?"
"Yes." She curtly responded, "I am Jane Shepard, USSF Spartan Sierra-695. In the cockpit is Joker, and this," pointing at the alien she said, "is Jenil 'Vadum, a Sangheili that's part of my unit."
"So? His people are the 'Sangheili'. What is he doing in a human unit?"
"Sangheili are another Species in the USSF. Though he may not be a Spartan, that doesn't mean he's not one hell of a soldier. Even without augmentations, he could beat a lot of Spartan-Vs in a fight. Maybe even Sierra-117" Jane responded.
"What are these 'Spartan-Vs'?" John asks.
This time the Sangheili, Jenil, responded, "They are some of the most elite soldiers."
John looked at the two, "What did you do to me? I noticed I was a lot faster and responded a whole lot quicker?"
"I don't know the specifics," Jane began, "But your muscle density was increased by about 40%. Your bones were hardened, so they are around twice as strong. Your response speed was increased. And a whole lot more I don't know. You have more augmentations than a Spartan-V, maybe even a Spartan-II in terms of the amount of augmentations. But in training, a little better than an ODST… without the OD."
"All right, so… a whole your guys and gals made. Why would you do all that?" John asks.
"I believe it had to do with you being a 'Spartan without augments or training'. As the brass so dearly put it." Joker supplied, "Oh. And arriving at Minuteman Station shortly."
After that announcement, the people in the back fell silent, though it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. Landing in one of the hundreds of hangars. Jane, with her helmet directly at her side, and Jenil stepped out and turned right, followed by John and Joker. Turning to his right, Johns eyes fell open like he were a fish. He was looking at a ship he was very familiar with, the body black, with blue and silver highlights. "That my friend," Joker said slapping his friends shoulder, while Jane had a smug look on her face, "Is the new and improved, Eezo Stealth Prowler, Normandy-SR2."