Ok brand new, very experimental idea of one of my favourite universes. Halo. I love Halo, it's one of my top game series'. And when I saw the first episode of the new TV show and thought I should give it a go. And hell, it wouldn't be me if I didn't have Superman so, here we are.

0800 hours, August 14th, 2509 (Military Calendar) / Personal Log, Admiral Margaret Orlenda Parangosky / FLEETCOM Military Complex, Planet Reach / Subject Topic: Overview, Project Atlas

I don't delude myself that there are moral ambiguities in my job, the things we did weren't ambiguous, not at all. I know I've done them and how bad they were and if there is a hell, I know there is a cell with my name on it just waiting for me. I'm prepared to do the very worst and because I am, more people survive then get killed but I'll take what's coming to me and I'll make no excuses.

But that can wait for a later time, either when I'm gone and these logs are all that's left or the truth about what ONI has done comes out into the light. In truth I dread that moment more than any other, when humanity learns the truth about him it's going change everything, our beliefs, or ideologies, he's the answer to one of our biggest questions. Because of him we now know that we're not alone in the universe and I now know just how small we really are. Just how little of a chance we would stand when a war breaks out.

It's been fourteen years now, over a decade since he was first discovered. He was found by one of the patrolling ships of Earth's defence fleet 'the Salamander' a frigate I believe. Not that it matters, no, what matters is that the pod was able to bypass all of the Sol system defences and make land fall in North America. If it wasn't for some marine convincing an engineer to have a quicky while she was on duty up against a window and saw the ship as it moved right past them. They wouldn't have known, months' worth of investigation trying to find out how they couldn't have detected it. Nothing, there was nothing wrong with any of their sensors or radars. The stealth systems of the pod were just too good.

The local forces where on the scene in minutes, completely seizing the farm the pod landed on. Though the couple who owned the farm where shocked, I believe they were also compensated for their time. From the reports, it only took an hour for the soldiers to realize just what the pod was and everything within a twenty-mile radius was evacuated.

One touch. All it took was one overly eager scientist to touch the pod and it seemed to react to the contact. When it started to hiss and open up. The surrounding pelicans almost fired everything they had. If it wasn't for the loud and commanding voice of sergeant Keys that's what would have happened. When the pod did open, and its contents was revealed.

That's when I came in.

I was on reach when I received the call of what happened. But when I was informed of the situation, that alien life was discovered, and it looked completely human. I took ONI's flag ship and a small fleet. I made sure before I arrived that everyone who even glimpsed at the ship was sworn to secrecy, this couldn't get out. With the blessing from UNSC High Command, I had the pod and its occupant moved to my own ship which held the most advanced equipment.

I had been told beforehand what to expect but to see it for myself, I was so surprised when I first saw him. A completely naked, seemingly human baby laying down on a table in the middle of lab completely surrounded by dozens of different cameras and scanners looking, recording and categorising every little detail about the young male. I assumed he was male based on a certain appendage he had that other males did, I didn't even notice the crying. It seemed no-one else did either. To busy being distracted by the fact that despite all the technology we had at our disposal, we couldn't get a look under his skin, nothing seemed to be able to penetrate it, it was simply too dense.

Doctor Helen Williams looked at me through the observation window I was standing behind and made the suggestion to start to physically attempt to draw blood. I was about to approve until her colleague, Doctor Steven Allen spoke against such an idea. He too moved towards the window, looking right at me and made his case, that even if the child was an alien, he was still a child. I almost rolled my eyes at the naivety of his words though my years of experience within ONI, I was able to keep my face neutral.

I do admit, I was very much willing to allow Williams to cut that child open in every way in order to learn what they could. If it wasn't for the ships A.I, Adam, suddenly appearing next to me and making the case that the child would be far more valuable to humanity alive rather than dead. Saying that we could learn more from years' worth of study as the child grows instead of days' worth from dissection. I had to admit, it was a good idea. So, I gave the order for the child to cleaned up, clothed and fed.

Which itself led to a whole list of other problems, the most obvious being that the flag ship of the Office of Naval Intelligence was not equipped to care for a child. Adam was able to use the ships fabricator to create some basic clothes and had some methods to deconstruct foods and drinks, combining them in a new combination that would be better suited to a child's underdeveloped body. Not that we knew what the child's body could and couldn't have. This was all completely unmarked territory, everything we did, we did not knowing if it would and wouldn't kill him.

It wasn't until we were halfway through the journey back to Mid-Night facility that Adam reported something unexpected. When I asked for a visual, I received video footage of Doctor Allen in the lab with the child alone, he was holding the child up to his chest feeding him the milk that Adam had designed. I didn't do anything for a moment, just watched as he fed the child. He was quiet, I asked Adam and he reported this was first time the child stopped crying since he was discovered.

I knew as soon as I saw it that it was against every single procedure in the book, I myself was very specific in ordering that no-one have such close contact with him, there was no telling the number health risks he poses, the amount of diseases, toxins and God only knows what else. I was about to order Allen be detained and arrested for going against those orders but then the sound of a grunt of pain stopped me. I told Adam to freeze the image I couldn't tell you how amazed I was when I saw that Stevens finger was broken, completely bent at an almost perfect right angle. Adam seemed to read my thoughts and went back by a couple of seconds, this child who by human standards would only be a couple of days old, grabbed a hold and crushed the finger.

Later X-rays would show that the finger would need to be amputated due to the bone not being broken but it was almost dust in the blood stream. It was that little incident that I realized just how strong this child was and how strong he could become.

That's what started the project, from there I created Project Atlas.

It was an idea. My own idea, to use the alien, to train him. To turn him into a weapon. Project Atlas would see the child turned into an unstoppable force and immovable object both. To be humanities protector.

There were a dozen different ways I could have gone about it. The child wouldn't leave Mid-Night facility, not for a while at least but for the moment I had decided it would be best to treat the child like just that, a child. Since Steven seemed so taken with the role, I assigned him to be the child's caretaker. Something he had no problem doing, despite having one less finger.

The child under my orders was given a name, Atlas. It seemed appropriate.

For the next few years, Atlas' life would be test after test, exam after exam. While Steven would be with him every step of the way and I do have to admit, he did a good job. Atlas grew close to him, I knew I was setting up a father son relationship, but I have to admit, I was surprised how quickly it came about. Though we never could get underneath his skin without doing the more invasive probing. Something Allen would always protest against when it was brought up. We did learn a great many things eventually, Atlas' strength seemed to grow and grow.

Every month Atlas would be given a small rope connected to a weight and with Allen's encouragement, he pulled the rope back, when it proved too heavy one time, we tried again at a later date and it was done without problem, again and again. And it wasn't just that, Allen noticed it first and when it was brought up with the rest of the team charged with overseeing the development of Atlas, they agreed.

He was fast, very very fast. It happened by complete accident. Atlas was three years old at the time, Steven had just walked into Atlas' room when he was playing with some basic toys on the other side. Seeming to encourage him to walk Steven got down on his knees and tried to get him moving, it seemed to work. Atlas started on all fours and after some effort he was able to stand up, much to Steven's praise. That's when it happened, Atlas' room was square, twenty feet in diameter. And thanks to Adams camera's, we have great footage of Atlas jumping across the entire distance and slamming into Steven's chest with enough force to break two ribs.

Even though he was in pain, I have to give him credit. Steven kept a smile on his face in order to keep the child happy. If it wasn't for him being there, there was no chance I would have approved what he proposed.

I never forgot why Atlas was still alive, why I didn't order him killed and dissected. Because Steven and Adam both convinced me that he could be an asset to humanity and a part of making Atlas loyal to humanity was to put him around humanity. When he turned eight years old, I gave permission for him to be taken away from Mid-Night facility and there was only one place he could go.

Reach.

The UNSC military capital, the most heavily armed and guarded planet second only to Earth. It was the only place he could go, while I didn't want him in the middle of the cities. I did approve him to be moved to a small frontier town that mostly dealt in farming. Of course, I wouldn't just let them go alone. The new farm hands on the resident farms where ONI, a member of the local police force was ONI, three of the teachers at the small school where ONI, and the four new couples who moved into the empty homes to start a new life together where ONI. I was close to commissioning a new UNSC base near the settlement, there wasn't a chance I wasn't going to give Atlas the highest amount of both protection and surveillance.

But I couldn't forget that in order for Atlas to be a protector, a real protector. He had to care about what he would be charged to protect. So, I wanted him to be around humanity, he needed to care.

That is what makes Atlas different from Halsey's Spartans. Oh, I am more than aware of the similarities between Atlas and the Spartans. But where Halsey is designing those children to be mindless killers, unquestionable warriors that would follow every order without hesitation. Weather she realizes it or not that is what she is creating. I want Atlas to be more, he still needs training, education, everything. But once he has that, I want him in front of everyone, I want him to be seen not by the admirals, generals and politicians but by the people.

His power just keeps on growing, even now. In truth, the very idea of him terrifies me. That there could be an entire race of his kind out there. So fast that they could outrun bullets, with skin so tough even to this day nothing we have can penetrate it and so strong they could take a lump of coal and crush it into a diamond. But it is because of that fear that I won't let ONI harm him, we need him to care for humanity because if we ever do end up meeting his people.

He is going to be the one to defend us from them.

Which is where the training came in, I didn't want it to be forced, Atlas had to choose to do this, he had to want to learn this. Thankfully when he couldn't be forced, he could be persuaded. Once told of the plan, Steven was ordered to drop a few hints about how important it was to defend yourself and others from danger.

When Atlas agreed to learn, I pulled some strings and had Sergeant Avery Johnson moved away from the front line of the insurrectionists and to Reach. I met with him before hand and informed him of the situation, there was no way to hide it and with the experience Johnson has with ONI, he knows how to keep a secret. I have to give him credit, he was defiantly surprised, but he still accepted the mission without complaint. It comes to show how much ONI really does mess with people's sense of normal, I guess if you live in a sewer long enough, you won't notice the smell until you go outside.

For four years Johnson trained Atlas in just about every way a soldier needed to be trained. Weapons, vehicles, hand to hand combat, survival in wilderness, tactics, strategy, everything. He even went further than expected and encouraged him to use his abilities even more the Stevens did. From what's been reported, it was working very well. Not only was Atlas' power increasing even more, but he was also learning to use it in more ways.

From what Johnson reported, it just made me feel better. While Atlas was a natural at just about everything that was thrown at him, it seemed he was a lot more peaceful about. He wasn't arrogant and I suspect Steven had a hand in it, making sure that Atlas was humble. Since it couldn't be done with traditional punishment due to the fact that it seemed he wouldn't even feel a spanking, the only option was tear down his arguments with logic, something that wasn't hard due to Stevens being a scientist.

So far it seemed that project Atlas was going to be a success, all that was needed now was a test, a way to prove that Atlas was not only ready to defend humanity but able as well.

Which is what has led me here. I wouldn't normally come in person, but I felt this would warrant a more personal approach. Atlas is fourteen years old now and from what I can see he's a well-mannered, kind, realistic in his thinking and loving which is no doubt due to his upbringing with Stevens as an adoptive father but he's also strong, uncompromising and loyal. From what I can see that's all Johnson.

Now that he is fourteen, it's time to put him to the test and there's only one project that could prove a challenge for him. I've just been informed that my pelican is ready for travel and within the hour I'll be in one of the most secured facilities on the planet. Seeing with my own eyes just how useful Halsey's project will be. I must admit, while there's no doubt in my mind just how out matched they will be in the face of Atlas, I do find myself wondering how they'll adapt to the overwhelming power he has and I do admit, I am going to enjoy seeing Catherine being humbled as her pride and joy is so readily defeated.

Margaret Orlenda Parangosky / signing off

1100 hours, August 14th, 2509 (Military Calendar) / Personal Log, Sergeant Avery Johnson / FLEETCOM Military Complex, Planet Reach / Subject Topic: Overview, Project Atlas

I don't really like doing these logs, makes me feel old, I only do it when I have too. Like right now. I've done a lot of shit for ONI over the years, ever since the Orion project, I've seen some really fucked up shit, from both insurrectionists and even from ONI themselves. But I never would have thought I'd see something like this.

I was just about to head to a briefing about a new mission, supposed to assassinate some really loud insurrection head in the outer colonies but when I arrive, I'm face to face with admiral Parangosky herself. I've only met her once before and that was only a passing greeting, never like this. I wasn't worried of course, if I were in trouble then I'd sure as hell know why. Turns out I was lied to in order to get into the briefing, very big secret then.

That was when she told me about what my real mission was. Training. She wanted me to train some kid, not gonna lie. I was have tempted to tell her to go to hell for giving a job so bellow my paygrade. I didn't of course, she was still the head of ONI and I do value my nuts but her being the head of ONI does mean she's good at reading people.

That's when I was told the whole story. Project Atlas, for a moment, for one fucking moment I considered that she might be lying. I don't even think she would blame me, what the file said this kid could do is insane.

Next thing I know I'm on a pelican being transported to the other side of the planet, in order to train a ten-year-old alien, under the guise of Doctor Steven Allan's old military buddy. They were both there to greet me when I arrived, when I first saw them, I had to admit, I almost missed it. They were so natural, so human I wouldn't even have guessed they were one human and alien. They both had friendly smiles on their faces, Stevens had a hand around the kids shoulders and holding him close.

The training didn't start right away, we weren't in any rush, and it would have been seen as weird as the second I show up and I start treating the kid like a grunt. The home was nice actually, it was better than mine when I was his age, and I don't mean the size. It was homely, well lived in, comfortable. I gave the kid the story I was given, played it well enough. We got the know each other, I asked him why he wanted to learn this stuff and he just said he wants to help.

Well, that was good enough for me. After a nice dinner and the kid went off to bed, Stevens and I got talking. This time an open conversation about the truth of the situation, not needing to worry about scaring the kid now that he was asleep. Having a couple of beers, I was filled in on everything. Atlas knew what he was, he knew how the start of his life was. Steven never tried to hide it and I think that's for the best, being honest is the best way to build trust. But he didn't know what Parangosky wanted him to be later, he didn't know that he really didn't have choice in what he was going to be. With all that potential, there was no way ONI would allow him to be anything put an attack dog they can point at an enemy.

It seems Steven knew it as well. He might really love that kid like his own but he's not stupid, he knows that he can't just let Alt. Oh yeah, he's given the kid a new name. Alt. More casual than Atlas, it's adorable. He knows that he can't do anything to stop ONI, if Alt didn't want to help humanity, then they'll convince him to, if that comes in the form of killing Stevens and blaming it on the insurrectionists then they'll do it. They've done a hell of a lot worse. And I know for a fact Parangosky wouldn't think twice about it.

But that was a problem for later on. I needed to get to work, I've trained people before, I've instructed and all that shit. But I've never seen anything like this, Alt took everything I taught him in and didn't let go of it. He learns shit quick, and he doesn't forget it, I only had to teach him something once and that was all it took. The first thing we did was guns, I already knew training his body was pointless due to all the alien shit in his so knowing how to care for, dismantle and aiming a gun it was.

Being a high rank in the military and on ONIs payroll, it affords a certain level of protection from the law, so even though people asked questions about all the guns I brought with me. They couldn't do jack to stop me. I walked Alt through all of them, how they work, what they fire, how to care for them and most of all, how to use them. The kid was a natural, better than me when I first started, that's for sure. He didn't seem to have anything he specialized in, seemed to be more of an all-rounder when it came to guns.

After the guns we moved to the vehicles, same case as before. Kid did not disappoint, took in everything I gave him without any trouble. I didn't let him drive, I doubt he could even reach the pedals, but I did consider it. I have to admit, he was a good kid. Alt was likeable, well mannered, friendly and polite.

I hate to admit it but after two years of pretty much living with him, I really started liking the kid. It was because of that, I told him the truth about what was expected of him, what he would be needed to do. But that little shit already knew, I didn't know how but from what I could tell he's known for a while.

Thankfully he didn't seem troubled by it, hell he seemed to like the idea of being some symbol for people, at least that's what I was told Parangosky wanted him to be. From there we decided to mix things up a bit, I talked with Stevens and after some plain old calm conversation I got him to agree to let me take Clark out of the way of everyone for a while.

The two of us spent a month deep in Reach's wilderness, during that time. I told Alt to do something real simple, let lose. I told him to go nuts, there's no one here to hurt, so why hold back? That was when I found out that all this time, he was holding back. This kid was a hell of a lot stronger then even I thought, he up rooted trees that must have been hundreds of years old with his bare hands. I saw him punch his way into a massive boulder and when he was inside of it, he lifted it above his head, and he threw it. Holy shit, this kid could end wars before they even start.

That was when I decided that some hand-to-hand combat would be useful to learn. No matter how strong he was, there was the possibility that there could be an entire race of people just as strong as him. He needed to know how to really fight, not something that would be easy because of course I sure as hell couldn't fight him.

So, I gave the basics, I showed him what he should do, and I did let him use me as a type of dummy. So he could get the best understanding about how to handle someone, you know, all the grappling, the holds and the moves. It took longer than I thought but we did get there in the end. Not like I was going to give him a black belt or anything, but he had the basics.

It's been four years now and apart from a view instances it's been trouble free. Now I aint gonna start saying he's the perfect solider but I can say that when the time comes, I'll feel a lot better when I'm standing side by side with him. When I submitted my last report to Parangosky. I was told that my training of him was over and it was time to see if said training had paid off.

Kinda looking forward to it myself, it's time to see if this Spartan II program matches up to Orion.

Avery Johnson / Signing off

0200 hours, August 14th, 2509 (Military Calendar) / Personal Log, Doctor Steven Allen / Pelican Military Dropship (En-route to section 3 training facility) Planet Reach / Subject Topic: Overview, Project Atlas

Pride isn't something that I'm not used to feeling, I've had a lot of it in my life. When I finished school, when I met my wife, had my first child and all that. So, I know what pride is and I sure as hell know I feel it now, looking across to the seat opposite me. Alt was looking at his own data-pad, no doubt just browsing Waypoint again as we flew calming across the skies of reach to a very advanced training centre.

It's hard to believe it's been fourteen years since I first met him. When I did, it was a dark time for me. Six months before that day, I lost Sarah and Jane to an insurrectionist bombing. Lossing one's wife and daughter does tend to wrap your view on life, that's why if ONI had come to me before that day, I wouldn't have thought twice about saying no but I guess I shouldn't be surprised now that I know what I know. People who have a conscience can't be a part of this life, not this deep into the ONI machine.

And well, I didn't have anything left to lose and a hell of a lot of anger that I needed to let out. I couldn't just go out and start shooting, I wasn't a solider but I am a very smart person, I mean I have a PHD in Microbiology in which I specialize in Biotechnology, Biochemistry and Virology. Something ONI wanted to make use of and well, my morality wasn't the best by that point.

I was halfway through designing I virus that could wipe out crops, I had no idea what ONI would use it for and to be honest I didn't care, I just hoped it would be used on those terrorist bastards. Never did get to finish that, not that it matters, not anymore.

I was called away before I could finish, some special situation on Earth where a whole team was needed. Like before I didn't ask that many questions, ONI doesn't like it when people do that. Though when I entered my new workspace with the rest of the team who I still didn't know the names of, that's when I first heard it. Something I haven't heard in a long time, a crying baby. I know it's not that surprising, but you don't hear a lot of kids in secret ONI facilities.

When the team spread out around the room and I saw a small naked baby boy just lying there on the central table surrounded by a lot of expensive equipment. I nearly took a step back when I looked to the observation window and saw Admiral fucking Parangosky, the most powerful woman in the galaxy and my direct boss.

And I tried to work, really, I did. I had been told in the briefing on the way here what I was doing, that I would be working with alien life, it was an incredible opportunity that I didn't want to let go to waste. But I couldn't, the longer I was in there the sound of the crying seemed to get louder and louder and the closer he got to sounding like Jane. Maybe I wasn't as morally broken as I thought or maybe the crying was bringing back my dead paternal instincts.

When the leader of the quickly put together team, Doctor Helen Williams suggested a dissection. I was protesting before I even realized what I was doing, I just improvised the reason for why we shouldn't. Whether or not Parangosky believed me I still don't know, not even now but it doesn't matter, what does matter is that she did.

Soon we were each told that we would be moving to something called midnight facility, apparently it is very top tier for secret basses. A few hours after arriving I was working in a small station to myself, my own job being to make sure the child wouldn't be giving off any viruses or toxins that could be a danger to humans. Though when I asked for the live feed, the A.I Adam showed me that the child was still crying as a clamp type machine hand was trying to feed the child some milk, that was when I just said fuck it and moved.

Using the clearance I was given, I went straight into the lab and pushed the hand away. Doing it just like I did with Jane, I reached out and grabbed him, held him close to my chest and just rocked him side to side. It took a couple of minutes, but he did stop crying. Then I gave him the milk that Adam had made at that was it. Well it was, until he broke my finger. Even if I was in a lot of pain, I didn't lose my grip on the kid. When I was about to put him down and head to the med bay, the doors opened, and the Admiral walked in with her hands behind her back and two very large guards at her side.

I did remember thinking that this was it, I was either about to be killed or told to leave. But that didn't happen, she just asked me what I was doing and when I told her. She just said 'keep it up' and just left.

Out of all things I could have expected, that would have been at the bottom of the list. When the ship arrived at Mid-night facility, I was told that the Admiral wanted to speak to me in her office. Once again que the nerves and I was soon in front of my boss that that's when I was told of the plan.

Project Atlas, use the child and turn him into a solider. It wasn't hard to understand the reasons for this, even if I saw him as a him instead of just an alien. There was no denying that he could become something really special, that was when I was told that I would playing the role of lead scientist for the project working directly under her and answering to her and her alone.

I agreed on the spot. And it wasn't until months later that I realized that I really started to care about the child, I treated him like my own and I really did start to see him like that. The longer I worked with Atlas or Alt as I started to call him, the more and more amazed I became by him, not just by the power he had but by how much I started to care. And no matter how much others might look at it or say it was a bad idea or unprofessional, I knew he was seeing me as a parent, which I didn't try to stop and looking back now, I encouraged it.

When he started to grow out of the baby phase I started to realize just how terrible a place Mid-Night facility would be to raise a child. So, I made my case to the Admiral and she agreed, not even a week later both me and Alt moved into a new home in the farmlands of Reach. Plenty of room for him to let loose every once in a while and even a school where he can learn to interact with others. Socialization is a very import part of growing up and it's something everyone needs to know.

I was given a list of all the ONI personal that would be moving here with us to help monitor the situation though I wouldn't be surprised if there were more I didn't know about. For a good two and a half years things were going well, I still studied his body every chance I got, trained him to handle his strength without breaking anything, or anyone by mistake.

Though it was the next day I got a code red from one of the ONI agents who worked at the school. While I was rushing over I was told over the radio that Alt from an outside perspective seemed to be having a panic attack and ran out of the classroom covering his ears.

When I got there, I saw the entire class in the hallway standing outside a door. The teacher AKA one of the ONI agents, was standing in front of the door not even caring about the kids around her. She was trying to get him to open the door but it was clear that she didn't want to force herself in though I think that was because she thought he would lash out if she did.

It took longer than I thought it would, but I did get him out and took him home. I did pry a little bit but not too much, he did tell me what happened though. By God if Parangosky liked what Alt could do now, she would lose her damn mind if she found out about this, I knew there was a very good chance she would take him back to Mid-Night faciality. So, for the first time, I didn't tell her. I lied to her about what the reason for the action was and even now I'm not going to say what happened on this log on the odd chance that some AI is going to be looking through this log and report it.

God, when did I start becoming more loyal to Alt instead of ONI. Though I never forgot what the goal was, as much as I've grown to love Alt like my own, even I can't ignore just how much good he could do for us. When I was told by the Admiral that someone would be coming to train him, I know that I needed to warm him up to the idea which thankfully I didn't need to work on. Considering he knew who or what he was, I never tried to hide that from him. I wasn't going to lie to him, a bit hard to do considering he remembers living in a lab for the first few years of his life.

Que in Avery Johnson, I had enough time to read the backstory that he was given and tell Alt what was going on. He didn't seem to have a problem with it and as the days got closer, he even seemed to get excited about it. When Johnson finally did arrive, me and Alt welcomed him. Both me and him playing the roles that we were given and things went well, we had a nice dinner and Alt seemed to enjoy himself. When he went to bed me and Johnson talked, a real one this time.

He gave me an overview of what he would be doing and the type of training he would be given. While I admit, at the time I was worried, not for him getting hurt or doing a bad job. I know it's stupid but I was worried that he would do so good a job that ONI would come in and take him so he can start working right away. I hated that idea, if there was one thing Alt was missing in his life was friends.

Which is something I hated him not having. Don't get me wrong, Alt's a good kid but he's also... well weird and kids can be assholes. Alt did have a problem with being bullied, not in the same way as other kids, of course if someone tried to ruff him up then one of two things would happen. Alt would just ignore it and the kid would break his fist trying or Alt would fight back and do a hell of a lot worst then break a bone.

Thankfully that never happened, or it was prevented from happening by the ONI agents that would always be watching Alt like hawks. They'd never let anyone do anything bad to him, something which did make me feel better. Anyway, the point is that I didn't want Alt to go and fight for humanity without having a really good positive view of humanity besides me.

So as the years went on and Johnson started to have an impact on Alt, I was happy. The two seemed to get along well with each other and Alt seemed to come out of his shell a little more as well, which was a bonus.

And didn't even have a problem with him wanting to test Alt's power a little bit more and differently than from how myself and the rest of ONI have done in the past, I told Alt about all that and how Johnson knew what he was and what he could do, he did seem concerned at first but I got him to turn around on the idea when I said they would be out in the wilderness away from everyone so no-one would be hurt. It always made me feel better when I heard how worried Alt was when he might be hurting someone.

It was nice to have the house to myself for a few weeks, sure I spoke to them all the time, got reports and all that. Even had a few conversations with Parangosky about what was next to come, that was when she talked about a program that was similar to Atlas.

That was when I found out about the Spartan II program. God damn, even now I feel sick to my stomach just thinking about it. Kids, no older than six taken in a trained to be soldiers. I know ONI's done some very sick things in the past but Christ this must take the cake. Though I can't help but wonder if Alt should have known about it, if Parangosky wanted him to work with ONI then telling him about this will shut that idea down really fucking quick. But he would have to know, won't he? According to the Admiral the Spartans are Atlas' top competitor for the position of 'the best of humanity'

Which is most likely what's led to where we are now. Alts fourteen now and according to Parangosky the time for kid gloves are over, that can only mean one thing for me. It's time for one of two things to happen, either Alt well be taken to one of the UNSC training academy's which is what I hope will happen due to Alt being given a chance to really connect with people who are like minded with himself, he'll essentially be moving out and moving into school. It'll be good for him.

The other option is the one I'm worried about. That is the one where ONI thinks he's old enough to be treated like a solider and he'll be taken for his real missions I'm sure he'll get some more training as well but you get the idea. Which is something I hate, Alts not ready for missions yet, least of all the ones ONI would send on him. He's got too good of a heart for that shit.

Anyway, we're only about five minutes out now. I was told beforehand that we were going to a top-secret section 3 base where Alt will be tested, a really test this time. I can only assume we would be meeting these Spartans. Though I don't know what expected of him, I can tell everyone this right now. If they're expecting him to kill them, they'll be disappointed. Both I and even Johnson have imprinted on Alt that you should only kill if you have too.

Anyway, I should finish this now. We're about to land and I still want to run Alt through what we might be expecting with whatever this test is.

Dr Allan Stevens / Signing off

Ok guys, a brand new sort of test chapter for a Superman Halo crossover. I'm not a hundred percent on continuing this, it will more or less depend on how much you guys like it. So what did you all think so far and don't worry, it won't be like this journal entry for every chapter, that was just a starting thing to fill everyone in on what's happening. Anyway, be sure to let me know what you all think in the reviews.