Planet Kamchatka

Caspar System

Morning

October 20th [Earth Calendar]

Osiris fought through an intense group of Promethean Crawlers, each one jumping around the surrounding icy walls and avoiding the Spartans' bullets. The hardlight rounds of the Crawlers' Boltshots and Suppressors were like heat-seeking mini-missiles arching over cover and walls to hit their intended target. Odd. These Prometheans had been upgraded. Somehow.

"You know what's funny?" Buck asked as he peeked over his rocky cover to fire his assault rifle at an incoming Crawler, blowing it up to pieces. "I never, ever, expected to see these things on other planets."

"There has to be something important on this planet." Korra replied shooting her battle rifle at a larger Crawler, killing it. "That's the last of them." The others came out of cover.

"There's a larger structure on the other side of the battlefield, but going guns blazing would be a bad move since there are tons of Prometheans there." Tanaka said, "No way of sneaking our way in either, heavily fortified by Covenant plasma turrets and one Zealot."

"Not much to think about then, eh?" Korra reloaded her rifle, "C'mon."

5 Years Ago…

Planet Terra Nova

Unknown System

ONI Base "Overlord"

A handful of doctors and two well-dressed individuals rushed through the grey halls of the facility, one of the doctors pumping air into the patient lying on the hospital bed. "Jesus, who thought it was a good idea to freeze a dying girl?!" One of the doctors yelled.

"Last minute transfer, doc." One of the two well-dressed men replied, "Just do all you can."

The doctors rushed into the operating room along with the patient.

...seven hours later...

The lights of recovering room blinded her eyes as she tried to wake up, she felt dizzy and weak. She couldn't feel her legs, but the rest of her body felt numb. As if she had been sleeping on top of both her arms…for a long time. The girl tried to sit up but felt restraints on both her arms. She grunted as she tried to break free.

"Please, try to relax." A voice came out of the intercom in front of her bed. She looked around, trying to get a feeling of her surroundings. There were several machines connected to her, and a tube placed into her right arm. The room was mostly empty, with a single black chair next to her bed.

"W-Where am I?" She asked. "What happened?"

"You're safe." The voice responded. "You were injured, severely, in a fight."

"What's…ugh…I can barely remember…" The girl said feeling her head spinning in circles.

"You are Korra, the Avatar." The voice stated, "And we saved you."

The girl looked at the intercom, it was a speaker installed into the metal wall with a single red eye on it. A camera. But then, Korra shifted her gaze upon the far end of her bed. "My legs!" She screamed.

There was nothing there… "What happened to my legs?!" Korra yelled.

"We had to amputate both of your legs. The bones had been completely shattered beyond repair and your muscles had been sliced apart by said broken bones. Luckily, we were able to fix the remainder of your legs from the knees-up." The voice answered.

Korra's shock didn't fade, even after the cold voice's explanation, her eyes became watery, filling with tears. But the sadness quickly turned into anger, she pulled the medical tube out of her arm and disconnected the other machines from her. Korra jumped off her bed and fell onto the cold metal floor, she crawled towards the door.

"Korra, please, stop." The voice said.

But Korra ignored it, she weakly crawled towards the exit, she was so close…and it opened. But instead of freedom she found an armored man standing on the other side. "Sedate her, now." The voice ordered.

The armored guard knelt in front of the terrified Korra, "You're a feisty one." He said, he stood back up and kicked Korra hard enough to knock her out.

…

…

…

Korra began to regain her senses, drugs had been pumped into her, making her vision blurry a bit. She groaned as she sat back up, still on the white hospital bed. No cables or computers connected to her, only the I.V unit was connected to her right arm's vein and a single finger scanner on her right index finger to monitor heart rate and pulse. Korra wasn't feeling too well, but at least the intense shock was for the most part gone.

She looked down to see her missing legs again, but to her surprise…there they were, under the bedsheets. With great joy Korra smiled and flipped the bed sheets over to finally look at her legs and see that it had been a nightmare.

But to her dismay, instead of seeing her tan skin she was met with a dull metallic color. Her legs were cybernetic in nature, prosthetics. The door to her room opened, revealing the same guard that had knocked her out step in. He was cladded in full body armor, Marine BDU, holding a customized assault rifle with a smart scope and stabilizers and a strange paint job, looked like an Earth animal, an eagle.

He smirked and placed a cigar in his mouth, but the doctor who walked after him took it off his mouth. She threw to the side, he was kind of mad at first but then he shook it off. The doctor looked to be around her mid-30s, had brown hair and fair skin. She wore glasses and a white lab coat over blue hospital attire. She checked Korra's hear rate and pulse, it seemed to be normal. She then approached Korra who was sitting still.

"I see that you saw your new legs." The doctor said, "Took an entire staff of surgeons and three bio-engineers and several hours to make them work. Hardest part was to make your body accept them as part of your organism."

Korra moved one of the metallic toes at the end of her cybernetic left leg, it moved as if it were her own organic toe. "Huh…" Korra was intrigued by this, but still… "What about…"

"We found several foreign materials clogged in several areas of your body." The doctor said as she was preparing something in the desk next to Korra's bed. "Mercury, toxins, shrapnel most like from the fracture bones and from the fight you had, and infected body tissues. We were able to remove most of them and clean your system with mid-difficulty."

Korra was thankful to the people who saved her but the questioned lingered in the back of her head, she thought that she might as well ask. "Thanks, but…why go through all the trouble?" She asked.

The doctor turned and placed the syringe needle into Korra's I.V. unit. "Aside from it being our task to help people with injuries and sickness, we were told that you were very special."

The guard stepped in smiling, "The boss lady wants you for something big, kiddo. Wants you on top shape for what's going to occur in the following days." He stated.

"Days? How long have I been out?" Korra asked.

"Two months." The doctor replied.

One Week Later

…/Doctor's Report: Patient ready for following procedure. She has been transferred towards the area of commencement. Regular infusions of preparatory serums successful…/

Korra walked into a bright room, she was being accompanied by two soldiers dressed in black armor, but they weren't ODSTs. The room was massive with several scientists and numerous of other candidates standing in front of metal beds which odd devices overlooked. The scientists were taking the candidates' clothes off leaving them with the bare essentials, and checking their vitals.

"What…what's going on?" Korra asked. She had been taken from her recovery room here by force, she didn't have a clue of what was about to happen. The loud steps of a titanic being approached her, she turned to her left to witness a massive dark armored supersoldier.

Agent Ajax, the rabid dog of the Office of Naval Intelligence. He wore a different type of MJOLNIR armor… the robust operative stood in front of Korra, towering over her. His shadow engulfed her smaller and frailer frame, and her silently scared guards. "You. Number 234. Walk to your post." He said in a deep and monotone voice.

"W-What…?"

The Spartan bent over so that his red visor met Korra's face, "I gave you an order. Follow it."

Not wanting to be split in half, Korra did as he said. She was confused, scared, and powerless. Korra stood in front of the metal bed like the other candidates were, waiting as scientists in hazard suits did their thing around her. Agent Ajax walked by them, his footsteps making loud bangs on the metal floor. He stopped at the far end of the room, entering another room. That's when she noticed one-sided windows overlooking at the room she was in.

Ajax approached a lone figure looking at the candidates being prepped for the procedure. The Spartan stood next to her, she was tall, broad, and emanated an aura of power. "Admiral." Ajax spoke.

"Does she know?" She asked.

"Not yet." He responded. "234 will react negatively to the procedure."

"The augmentation process has advance greatly, it is even more efficient than the augmentation process that was used to create the first batch of SPARTAN-IVs." The Admiral replied, "She will live. And if she revolts, I can always convince her of otherwise."

The Guard and the Doctor who had attended for Korra since her surgery approached the two figures, the doctor held a small datapad. "Ma'am, I have the list of the things that the process will do." The Doctor said giving the Admiral the datapad.

"Y'all said that the girl had untold amounts of hidden power, but will making her a Spartan do anything but make her another walking concrete pillar? No offense." The Guard said, Ajax ignored his comment.

"We've made plans, Sergeant, on how her procedure will actually entail to. Her augmentation will have a lot more than the common S-IV modifications. The other candidates in there exists only to be practice dummies, this process is new and untested for the most part." The Admiral said, "We've discovered a great many things since the Forward Unto Dawn crashed into Requiem. There are things in this galaxy, no, universe that even the most trained and skilled Spartan can't ever hope to face."

"So what, you want to create a super super soldier?" The Sergeant seemed to be more liberal in the way he spoke to an officer, but the Admiral didn't mind. In fact, she was quite easy going when it came to unofficial, more personal kind of meetings.

"In a sense." The Admiral responded. "We will need to push through human limit, to aspire to the old gods of legend. Where Halsey saw Achilles and Leonidas, I see Ares and Tyr. Where she saw a precise scalpel, I see a high-frequency laser that slices open the flesh to retrieve the cancerous growth. If the universe is willing to throw godlike beings at us, we might as well do the same towards it. And this girl holds powers that a fraction of her people has, but to a much, much, much lesser degree, and through this we can learn on how to produce more of her."

"Jeez, ma'am, went on to a bit of a monologue." The Sergeant said as he lighted his cigar. "Got a name to this pet project of yours?"

"Since I see this as an understandably more efficient and advance procedure than the S-IV program, I have decided to call it ORION-V." The Admiral answered. "Full circle. Don't you agree?"

"I find it poetic." The Doctor said.

"Well, the fours were bad enough. I don't want to lose my job to this new wave of cyborgs…again no offense, Ajax." The Sergeant stated.

"Grrr…." Ajax resisted the urge to cave his face in.

The Augmentation Process began.

Planet Kamchatka

Caspar System

Morning

October 20th [Earth Calendar]

Osiris rushed through enemy lines, the battle getting the more intense as they made their way towards the far structure. The air battle seemed to be coming to the Promethean's favor as well, but then the Covenant Kraken appeared from the sky. It completely brushed the Promethean air forces with ease with its heavy plasma cannons and battery defenses. Osiris knew that they were no match for that behemoth, so instead they continued with their mission. Ahead, the Zealot sunk his energy sword into the body of a downed Promethean Knight, killing it. The Zealot roared with a victorious roar. The surviving Covenant units around him, Grunts, and Elites, fought even more intensely at the sight of their leader's victory. The Prometheans here had been driven away by both the Covenant and Osiris. But the Spartans had to deal with the Zealot and his soldiers now.

Buck unleaded his assault rifle at the unshielded Grunts, taking them down. Tanaka and Vale used their strength and finesse respectively to fight off the Elites. Korra ran towards the Zealot who still wielded his energy sword. "Demon, you challenge me to battle?" The Zealot asked.

"I'm in kind of a rush, but if it's a fight that you want…" Korra's bending wasn't at its one hundred percent, but she could influence around her to a degree still. The snow around them was made of frozen water, Korra's turf. She placed her battle rifle on her back. Korra could feel the water molecules surrounding all of them, she didn't really need to fight this Zealot with her weakened bending, but the science team said that she was now able to bend again, so why the hell not?

The Zealot ran to attack the unarmed Korra, but then he felt his legs give up. Just stop midway towards his target. He looked down to see that half of his body was frozen in ice. "What?!" The Zealot yelled. He turned back to look at his foe again, but Korra was gone. "Where…"

"Should've been more watchful." Korra whispered to the Elite's earhole before she dipped her titanium combat knife into the alien's exposed neck, slicing it open. The energy sword depowered and fell into the snow. Blood flowed down the Zealot's armor and into the ice that enveloped him.

"That was pretty brutal." Buck said as the rest of Osiris re-grouped with their leader. "And unnecessary."

"As long as it gets the job done, can you really complain?" Korra said as she turned her back to her teammates as she cleaned the purple blood off her knife with snow. "Come on, let's get Halsey. This place is dead already."

The metal gate of the structure opened allowing them inside, Buck was a bit uneasy with Korra's attitude. Something wasn't right. Still he followed, he would have some words with Korra once this mission was over.

Five Years Ago

Planet Terra Nova

Unknown System

ONI Base "Overlord"

Several weeks had passed, Korra was feeling an amount of pain that surged through her extremities. Once again bound to whole lot of tubes and monitors, Korra noticed that her hair had been cut short, her whole body was wrapped in bandages and she couldn't move. She couldn't speak either…too weak.

A woman stood in front of her, her face was hidden by the shadow that the lights created. "It is good that we meet face to face, Korra." She said, "You may not feel it now, but you have become something greater than merely a simple girl. You have become the protector of not only your home world, but of Earth and all her colonies."

"You'll lead us into greatness."

…

Korra walked through a dark hall, they had told her that it was waiting for her there. She had time to adjust to her new augmentations. She remembered the talk she had with "her". At first Korra screamed, blamed, and spew hatred onto the woman who was responsible for not only her survival but also her modifications.

"I know that you are mad…" The woman said.

"Mad? I am absolutely furious!" Korra punched a hole in the concrete wall out of anger, the strike had dented the metal on the other side of the concrete. But Korra's hand was fine, she hadn't notice the damage of her punch. But the woman did. "How could you…you do this to me?!"

"We saved you." The woman replied, "And we have given you the means to protect all of humanity." She stood up and walked towards the window in her tiny office. "We know what hides out there, things even beyond the Didact's reach."

"What are you talking about?!" Korra was still full of wrath.

"Survival. You are the Avatar, representative of all the five nations of your home world, but why limit yourself to a singular planet? We need your help. Now more than ever." The woman answered.

Korra sighed. She knew this. The Tree of Time…the War Sphinx. It all pointed to her taking Forthencho's mantle. But it was happening all the sudden… "I wasn't given a choice to be the Avatar, but I placed all my will into it. I never asked to be this…this." Korra said looking at her augmentation scars and artificial legs. "Just…then let's do this."

The woman smiled. She walked towards Korra, the woman was still two heads taller than the Avatar. She handed Korra a pair of dog tags with her name engraved on them, "Welcome to the fold, Korra. And allow me to reintroduce myself formally this time, I am Admiral Serin Osman and this is…ONI."

That was one year ago, Korra had been training extensively since then. Advance physical training, weapon training, advanced education, specialist courses, and the like. She was taught about Leonidas and the 300 Spartans in the Battle of Thermopylae, of the ferocity, power, tactical, and mythical qualities of the Spartans of old. The tactics of Erwin Rommel and George S. Patton. She read the Art of War. Learn history and mathematics. Scenarios that required critical thinking, while under fire. Live ammunition. Near death. Survival, being dropped alone in a vast jungle for a week.

Needless to say, this training regimen had hardened her. A lot.

Korra entered a small room, walking through the automatic doors. There it was. Standing before her. On the other side of the glass.

The MJOLNIR Aegis Mk. IV. Made specifically for her. Blue highlights ran across the armor's dark titanium shell. The helmet had several small markings, Water Tribe. And the visor was bright cerulean blue. It was perfect.

Korra's reflection over the glass show her toughened new self. She was now a Spartan.

Many thought that Korra was dead, that she died in her fight against the Didact and that the Avatar Cycle had been broken. But they were wrong.

Spartans never die…