Summary/disclaimer: Time for another chapter of Hazel Crest. Enjoy the 2100-word chapter. I do not own Halo and such, 343, and a few others do.
Hazel barely slept, she had been too tiresome, far beyond the norm, something which bothered her… She was exhausted now and exhaustion was something she had dealt with before. Something which had cut into her like shards of glass.
She questioned fully well that such a topic was oddly at peace with itself. She had not the mental fortitude as she looked to the side.
Something about this assignment was odd, it would always be odd, she wished it all over. Yet? She was committed to her duties, committed to winning.
Hazel sighed as the warship continued through the void of space, they would be assaulting the site the second the second the other members of the mission arrived.
She was thrown off, something which had ended everything now as she thought of it.
Why was another Spartan coming off their assignment for her? She had something else to deal with it all for now.
All of it came together well enough. If they needed 2 Spartans? They needed 2 Spartans, that much was clear, the problem was she had zero idea as to what was going on as of now. Something about it all became harder and harder and harder to process in the end, however.
She was curious, but not stupid at the end of her own words. Hazel brought her hand through her hair, blonde locks which fell from her face down to her shoulders.
Hazel sighed and cracked her back, the scars from the Spartan enhancements still hurt even when she was a child and made into the ideal soldier, a weapon aimed at the Covenant and now the banished.
Something about it reminded her that she was to be a soldier for the end of time.
"Ma'am?" Hazel heard before she looked downwards at the ground. "Ma'am, we've heard a pelican is arriving now… Special markings." Hazel heard as she paused, tired now.
Hazel grunted for a moment before she felt exhausted now and forever, a thousand different battles had made her exhausted now at the end of it all.
Hazel guessed they had tried to hide the fact there was a plan, something of a plan at any real rate, the idea was growing worse and worse.
Hazel hummed, cracked her fingers, decided against getting back up to go to bed, and then sighed, slowly rolling out of bed. It would not be for another 2 days that they would be handling the mission, one that threatened them all before it all came to an end now.
The entire mission was more than she could have possibly dealt with now and for good reason. All of it had hit very hard and it would indeed hit harder at the time the clock was struck now.
All of it ended and it would end now, only a matter of time when it was all said and done as he looked downwards at the ground, something that had been done as she thought of it all, something which had been done.
He had been too interested in it all before he thought of it all now, something which had been too harrowing now… It had been chaotic enough to do.
Annoying? Damn sure she had been too tired to do much, something about it all had pushed her down the road.
Hazel grunted, pushing herself to her feet, the Spartan-III was unsure of her next move. She did not want it done yet, not yet. Something about it all had become harder and harder to understand.
A Spartan… A pair of Spartans, tasked with fighting a war that none of the UNSC could do before she thought of herself.
Such plans were easy to dismiss. It was clear something about it all was amusing them, Hazel was a very quiet Spartan-III but they held onto these plans.
The Spartan-III did not bother to do more than pull on a pair of boots over her feet and make sure her UNSC-issued tank top was fine, they were in a state of fighting for the galaxy, and nobody cared about trying to act formally.
The UNSC was struggling as it was, maintaining order was one thing but it was something to deal with for now and good reason.
Hazel hummed to think, cracking her fingers, and raising herself to her full height. She was tall and she was powerful, strong beyond her years, she had been too unable to grasp the fate of what was going on.
Something which needed to be done was simple, they needed to be better than this.
Hazel proceeded to the hangar, the dozens of marines and naval staff gawking at the 6ft woman who looked strong enough to rip them in half with one hand.
Hazel hummed as she reached it, the proceeding pelican in front of them was a D-79, a newer model that had been crafted at the end of the human-covenant war.
Something about it made Hazel blink but she was simply curious as to what the Spartan was doing… And how best to rectify the situation.
The ramp hissed open and a group of ODSTs all piled out, taking steps to move into their region of the ship… Then came the shock.
What was said to be a Spartan-III joining her was not true. It was a hulking soldier who wore MJOLNIR-III grade armor, the soldier in her was curious but the soldier was not a III.
They were a Spartan-II, the breed of Spartan that had made the group legendary. The soldiers who had won the entire covenant war, looked ahead at her, almost like a machine, turning on a swivel.
All of it had to end eventually… Something about it all would become odd now… It had been harder and harder to think of it all before he thought of what his next move was.
Hazel was a lot more interested in the soldier as he walked forward, looking like a statue than a warrior… It had been something that he was probably not thinking of.
The Spartan stopped at the base of the steps. It was obvious that the visor on his helm told him who she was due to the modifications which told him that she was the Spartan he was partnered with.
"Sierra-A302." They stated in the same monotone she expected from one.
He said little, perhaps curious more about the mission than the work expected of him. She did not expect an II to consider this type of thing anything less than he had asked… What needed to be done? Was done and he did not want it done.
She had been too interested in it all now before it came crashing to the ground.
She said nothing as she looked towards the ground before it was all said and done… It was harder and harder to believe was happening when it was happening.
The Spartan in front of her was still curious for a moment before slowly walking past her, leaving the smaller Spartan in the dust. Always business with them, always interested in the tactics.
Perhaps due to him? They had little reason to think of it all now, something they could not deal with.
He sighed, too interested in it all as he cracked his fingers, too interested in it all before now, something at the time being. An idea that needed to be cleared out.
Something about it all was growing on her mind as she watched him go, he walked as fast as a Spartan would be expected. He only chanced a glance to make sure she was still present.
The soldier was clad in customized armor, a blueish orange version of MJOLNIR Gen-III deadeye helm, he was curious as he looked downwards at the ground.
Something about it all had been too interesting… She looked over at him, curious as to something for now.
Hazel hummed to herself before she looked to the side. An idea was on her mind as she thought of them… And questioned who they were and what they were doing.
"Damn, did not think they would pull one of the IIs off the line… The mission must be high ops if they are sending you both." Hazel hummed to herself as she heard it all.
She thought of it all now as she looked downwards to the try before she looked to the side.
She seemed curious as to how they were acting… But it was clear more and more such a thing was beyond her.
What was an II doing here, though? Was the mission that important to see them coming… All of it was beyond words, beyond what they needed to do… Could do it at any real rate.
He was surprising her that way, something about it all was curious, something about it all made it clear.
Hazel hummed with interest as of now, something that she had been curious about…. Something about it all.
He kept quiet as he looked over at her, perhaps curious why she was out of dress uniform but said nothing. It was clear the Spartan in him was focusing on the mission more than anything at the time being.
All of it? All of it had made her curious about what manner of monster they were… What manner of monster it was at the time now at the time being.
Hazel hummed and looked at this soldier with the interest of a Spartan who had not yet managed to be born on the frontlines. All of it was curious to her as to WHY they had to deal with them back and forth, something about the idea of a Spartan-II was fascinating.
She did not at all question what they were here, however. The Spartan strode straight towards the edge of battle and towards the bridge, his mission having been completed for now and into the next one.
Still? Something about it all was curious as to how it seemed to be interesting at the time. The Spartan-II looked over their shoulder one last time before he hummed and then watched as the doors closed behind him.
"So, Spartans…." Hazel heard as she paused to think of it all before now and for good reason.
Hazel hummed and then thought of it all before she relaxed, something about it all was odd, very odd now, and for a good reason.
They had a new idea at the time. Hazel paused for a moment… And then thought of the mission ahead.
Hazel cleared her throat now and for a good reason, something about it all was shocking to her… Very shocking to her at the end of the day, something about it all was odd for now.
Hazel followed behind the Spartan-II, pausing to crack her spine like a giant branch. Perhaps the idea of training was getting her off track, she had been too tired now… Far too tired at the end of the day.
Something now was amusing her and she guessed that it was the inability to properly fight, something about the fighting was too much.
Hazel hummed, pausing to herself now and for a good reason, an idea which was all too exhausted now and for good reason.
Hazel was tiresome, she would always be tiresome now, and for good reason. All of it was done in pursuit of a larger goal, part of being a Spartan, of being part of the front line of attack and defense now.
Perhaps it was odd to most of the UNSC and they attempted to throw off the Banished by changing up topics and tactics to confuse them.
She could not relent now… Not now and not ever. Hazel thought of each little moment before she looked to the side, something which had been eager to think of what was growing on his mind.
Hazel hummed as she looked to the side, cracking her fingers, and then thought of it all.
Perhaps the soldier in front of her was called from some odd mission as she thought of it all before it came to the side.
Hazel returned to her room, thinking to herself as she looked to the side and she smirked again, something about it all was odder and odder now at the time being.
Hazel sighed, tiresome at the end of it all being now at the time being.
Author Notes
Phew. Another chapter is done! I want to point out that the next chapter will be in 2-10 months and will be showing more of the Spartan-II and Hazel talking at the time. Until the 900–6500-word chapter, Lighting Wolf out!