Justice League of Amazons: Halo
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After John, the Justice League and the Amazons left, the Gods were then left to examine the memories of John. Some of the thing outraged them such as John being kidnapped as a child and being treated in such an inhumane way, one example being woken up with electric-stun batons in the morning. Another memory that disgusted the Gods of Olympus was the way the Brutes, Grunts and Jackals fed on the flesh of humans whether their victims were alive or not.
"Such horrors..." Aphrodite whispered as she saw the footage of planets being glassed by the Covenant warships.
Ares had a dark smile as he relished the thought of seeing all the conflict before him that could feed him for millennia, but he tempered that with the fact that humanity was on the losing side.
"They're monsters! All of them!" Artemis growled as she saw the memories of Brutes, Jackals and Grunts feeding on human flesh.
"Oh, but to see the Spartan and his fellows wreaking such destruction on them!" Ares gloated "I'd say he and I are very much alike," he said to himself with dark amusement.
"The Spartan is nothing like you, War!" Athena spat. "He does not revel in pointless slaughter!" she declared.
"Maybe so," Ares replied. "But he does the legend and creed of my Spartans of old proud!" he then said.
"Your Spartans are long gone, Ares!" Artemis snapped hoping to wound her brother's pride. "The Spartan would never side with you!" she added smirking.
"Oh really, Sister?" Ares asked condescendingly. "Whereas your precious Amazons played about in their waters like nubile nymphs, Leonidas and his 300 held back the Persians at the Hot Gates, all the while Athena's boy-loving scholars and politicians cowered beneath their bed sheets" he said mockingly. "So, I'd say that my Spartans of old live on in the Spartan, or should we call him John?" he added musingly.
"He'll never join you, Ares!" Athena said "No matter what offers of power or wealth you tempt him with," she added.
"I doubt that," Artemis sneered in derision. "The Spartan is a man after all!" she said "Of course he'd side with Ares!" she added.
"Oh really? Shall we make a bet?" Ares suggested. "Let's say that if I offer the Spartan untold power, wealth and the like and he refuses, you are to grant a boon to anyone I choose," he said. "And he if accepts my offer, then I will grant a boon to anyone you choose," he added.
"Very well, War, I accept!" Artemis smirked while Athena looked at the Goddess of the Hunt as though she had made an incredibly foolish choice to make a bet with War.
"Oh, I'm going to enjoy this," Ares chuckled to himself.
"I'll enjoy rubbing it in your face when I win, Ares!" Artemis replied.
All the other gods looked like they wanted to be as far away from the two siblings as possible. Zeus himself sighed tiredly at seeing two of his children going at it again. Really, you would think a few thousand years roaming the earth would've made them mature, at least a little?
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John and the Justice League arrived back on the Watchtower. John shook his head slightly feeling a little ill at ease at having been to a place that would've been considered a myth back home. But that didn't matter now, what mattered was that Aresia was punished for her crimes and to present the evidence of the rogue Amazon's punishment to the authorities.
But still, Aresia's last words still rang in John's head; her declaration that she would have her revenge on them all was still on John's mind. While it seemed unlikely that Aresia would be able to escape the Underworld, John's gut told him that Aresia would somehow escape and take her revenge on everyone, him most of all. Some might call the Spartan being paranoid trusting his gut, but in all his years as a Spartan of the UNSC, John had learned to trust his gut because it rarely led him wrong.
Sensing John's feelings, Cortana spoke to him inside the helmet. "It's okay, Chief. Aresia isn't going to be escaping anytime soon and none of the… Gods will allow her to escape," the Smart AI said to him reassuringly.
John simply grunted in response and Cortana sighed and said, "I know your gut is telling you that Aresia isn't going to escape, but it's very unlikely she will. So, can you do me a favour and relax a little?" she asked softly.
John made no reply to Cortana's request but simply shrugged in response and Cortana muttered inside her matrix about men and shrugging their shoulders, cursing the stoic archetype.
"Chief?" John looked to see Kara's concerned expression. "Are you okay?" the young Kryptonian asked him.
John nodded in response and said, "I have to get these recordings to the UN," he said quietly.
Shayera chose to speak, "Yeah. It's for the best that everyone sees that Aresia was punished for her crimes," she said firmly and everyone else nodded their agreement.
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John delivered the recording of Aresia's judgement and punishment from the Gods of Olympus and they were broadcasted across the world. There was much celebration in many countries throughout the world at seeing Aresia punished for her crimes. But then came the issue of the Gods of Greek myth; everyone began ask if the Greek Gods existed, what other pantheons existed out there? There was much speculation among internet forums and online chat rooms.
Not that it concerned John too much. He never considered himself a religious man, since he had seen how often religion was used as an excuse or justification to commit atrocities back home. It was even prevalent here as before Aresia unleashed her virus, there were terrorist cells such as the Taliban, Al Qaeda and IS militants. Such terrorist groups used the religion of Islam to commit Jihad and martyrdom to promote the ideal of Islam being the dominant religion in the world.
Not that it mattered anymore. With a vast majority of the world's male population gone, such terrorist groups had died, which was in a loose sense, a good thing. John wondered that if Aresia's virus had been stopped and he still arrived here, would he have taken on the task of bringing these terrorist cells to justice? John shook his head at the thought; such wonderings wouldn't do him any good right now.
Right now, John was in the country of Brazil with Beatriz da Costa, or Fire as she was also known, primarily for her ability to project and even turn into living green flames. John was making a sperm donation to Brazil, as well as doing a peacekeeping mission.
To John's consternation, as soon as he arrived in Brazil, the government had thrown a parade in his honour. John just watched stoically as dancers wearing next to nothing danced, sending him smouldering come hither stares. Beatriz looked a little annoyed and she stood a little closer to John as if to ward off any of the dancers. John could only watch, a little bemused at the parade being thrown in his honour. Afterwards John spoke to the leading president of Brazil and said to her that while he appreciated the thought of a parade being thrown in his honour, he did not need it as he was a soldier, not some hero.
After that, John and Beatriz visited the sperm bank where John stripped off his armour and donated his sperm. It was still a little difficult for John, so Beatriz stripped off her own clothes as well and assisted him.
It was quite a treat for Beatriz to be so close to the Spartan in such an intimate fashion. While she was being professional about this as she could, she couldn't stop the small thrill at being naked with the Spartan and promised herself that once they had a moment to themselves, she would definitely try her luck at being more intimate with John.
After filling the number of cups needed with his seed, John put his armour back and Beatriz put her costume back on as well. The technicians thanked John profusely for his donation and John simply nodded in response and said that he was doing his job, nothing more.
As the day was nearing the end, John and Beatriz made their way to a beach-house, given to them as a curtesy by the Brazilian government, where they would be staying for the next couple of days. John made sure to sweep the place for any hidden recording devices with Beatriz putting in her own help as well. After sweeping the house, John took off his armour and began to go over his guns and armour. Stripping his guns and cleaning them, John checked for any damages or faults in his guns before putting them back together with superlative speed. Beatriz watched John work, impressed by his skill.
"Something on your mind, Miss Costa?" John asked the green-haired beauty who gave a guilty look at being caught watching him for so long.
"Oh, it's nothing!" the Brazilian native tried to say. "I was just… impressed," she then said.
"Impressed with what?" John asked as he began to go over his armour, running diagnostics on the armour, checking for anything that needed to be corrected.
"Your maintenance skills on your guns," Beatriz said. "I have some skills in gun maintenance myself," she added.
"Do you?" John asked glancing at her.
Beatriz nodded and said, "Yes. Before I became a superhero, I was a government agent for Brazil, so I was given extensive training on firearms; firing them, maintaining them and the study of them."
"Show me," John said handing her his Magnum. Beatriz held the pistol in her hand for a moment, studying it for a moment, before she unloaded the magazine and pulled back the slide to release the round in the chamber. Then taking the gun apart with practised ease, Beatriz set the gun parts down on the table in front of John. Nodding his head in approval, John put the magnum back together with ease before saying, "You've been trained well," he said to Beatriz who nodded.
"I try," Beatriz said with a smile. "But I've never seen a gun like that before," she remarked. "It feels so big, yet it was so light in hand," she added. "And the rounds were large as well. What calibre are they?" she asked.
".50 magnum rounds," replied John.
Beatriz's eyes went wide and she said, ".50 magnum rounds? So, you're using some akin to a Desert Eagle?" she asked in shock.
John nodded in response and said, "UNSC arms technology made a lot of advancements throughout the years, so something like the Magnum pistol was made a staple in all UNSC armed forces," he said.
"But wouldn't such a gun with such large caliber rounds make it too powerful for regular use?" Beatriz asked.
"Considering the enemies that the UNSC fought, we needed all the firepower we could get," said John.
"Oh, I see…" Beatriz said softly after remembering the kinds of enemies John fought. Shaking her head to clear such thoughts from her mind, she said, "Well, enough about that. How would you like to go for a swim?" she asked the Spartan sweetly.
"A swim?" John repeated and Beatriz nodded in reply. John thought about it for a moment before nodding his head.
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Beatriz felt giddy at having the chance for some off-time with John. She was currently wearing a tiny black bikini in a Brazilian cut that showed off her toned curvy figure. As soon as she showed what bikini she was wearing to the Spartan, John nodded his head in approval and said that it looked good on her. John was wearing a pair of black swimming trunks that hugged him tightly and left little to the imagination. Beatriz thought back to the sperm bank and seeing John naked and helping him with his sperm donation. It was moments like this that she wished they were at a nude beach where she could really have some fun with the Spartan.
But there would be time for that later, so Beatriz contented herself with swimming about in the blue ocean waters in front of the beach house with John. John was quite a good swimmer and he even showed that he could surf as well. Beatriz was quite impressed by John's surfing skills and playfully challenged him to a surfing contest. John accepted her challenge readily.
Soon after they began to catch waves with Beatriz catching as many as she could, but John caught just as many if not more waves than the green haired beauty did. Soon after the contest ended, Beatriz walked up to John and said, "You did really well! Have you ever thought about surfing professionally?" she asked him.
A contemplative look came over the Spartan's face and he looked almost… sombre at Beatriz's words, even a little sad.
"Chief? Are you okay?" Beatriz asked seeing the look of deep contemplation on John's face.
"I'm fine," said John in a stoic manner. "It's nothing," he then added.
"No. It's not," Beatriz said calmly. "You were thinking about your life before you became a Spartan, weren't you?" she asked.
"Maybe," said John not giving anything away.
Beatriz frowned a little at John's reply but sighed and said, "Well, if you don't want to talk about it, I won't pressure you," she said with something of a forced smile. "Join me for a tan?" she then asked.
"I don't really need one," replied John. Beatriz raised a green eyebrow slightly looking over John's pale, painfully so, form. The Spartan's body was so pale, he'd almost be an albino, it was only the fact that John didn't possess the features associated with albinism that discounted him from being albino.
"Oh, c'mon, Chief, you'd look good with a tan," Beatriz said cajolingly. "You spend too much time in your armour. You need to get some vitamin D in you," she pointed out.
"I'm fine as is," John said awkwardly.
"And what would Cortana say?" Beatriz then said putting her hands on her hips.
John's expression changed minutely before he sighed and said, "So, a tan?" he said awkwardly and Beatriz gave a mischievous smile before grabbing some sun lotion. On the outdoor decking of the beach house, two lounge chairs were set in front of the Spartan and Fire. John was applying some sun lotion onto his chest with Beatriz doing the same. Beatriz suddenly pulled off her bikini top that made John pause a little and he ask, "Miss Costa?"
Beatriz was now topless before the Spartan and rubbing sun lotion onto her breasts. Whilst John had no issues with nudity due to his upbringing and the need for going naked when in cryo-sleep, he had to admire that Beatriz kept herself in good form. Her breasts were full and very perky looking and the nipples were pebbled slightly as she rubbed lotion onto her chest.
"Oh, sorry!" Beatriz apologised holding her top to cover her breasts. "I usually sunbathe topless as I don't like having tan lines," she explained. "I can put my top back on," she offered.
"It's fine," said John quickly. "Nudity doesn't bother me much," he added.
Beatriz smiled at this. "I'm glad," she said softly.
John finished applying lotion to his arms and legs when Beatriz spoke to him. "Chief? Could you get my back for me?" she asked respectfully. "I can't really reach," she said feeling a little embarrassed.
John nodded and poured some lotion onto his hands and began to rub the lotion on Beatriz's back. Starting at her shoulders, John applied the lotion, gently rubbing it in so that it absorbed onto Beatriz's skin. Then moving down to her lower back, John rubbed the lotion in thoroughly, even running his hands up and down Beatriz's sides and hips. Beatriz suppressed the urge to moan at the feeling of John's calloused but gentle hands rubbing lotion onto her back; he was so gentle rubbing the lotion in that it almost made Beatriz considering pulling off her bottoms so that John could do her buttocks and then they could have some real fun!
But Beatriz tamped down on that urge and just stood as still as she could and let John rub the lotion on her body. Soon John finished rubbing the lotion, much to Beatriz's dismay but she quickly said to the Spartan, "Thank you for that. Now let me help you," she said as she took the lotion from John's hands, poured some onto her hands and applied it to John's back. The Master Chief was a little surprised at Fire's actions, but he made no move to protest, figuring that the Brazilian beauty could repay the favour. Staying still, John felt Beatriz's soft hands rub suntan lotion on his back. It felt… nice, John thought to himself. It reminded him of the moment Beatriz assisted him in the sperm bank; while that had been almost clinical, they had both been naked at that time. But that was all done professionally whereas this was in a more relaxed setting and whilst neither of them was naked at the moment, Beatriz being topless not withstanding of course, this however felt more… pleasant, John thought. Yes, it was more pleasant doing this.
Soon Beatriz finished applying the lotion and her cheeks were a steaming pink. John turned around to face and said, "Thank you, Miss Costa. I… appreciated that," he said with a slight smile.
Beatriz blushed a deeper hue of pink and said, "No problem." Settling down onto the lounge chairs, the pair of them then relaxed in the mid-afternoon sun. Beatriz lounged back on her chair with a smile, sighing happily as she soaked up the Brazilian sun. John lay back quietly and let himself decompress if only slightly as there was no telling if someone was going to attack at any moment.
But no attack came and John let himself relax slightly which was an odd feeling for him given his need to be combat ready all the time.
Soon the sun had gone too low for sun bathing any longer, and John and Beatriz went indoors. "I think you look a little more tan, Chief," Beatriz noted approvingly. John look at himself; his skin did look a little darker than its usual snow pale colouration, but it would take a lot more sun bathing before his skin would be considered tan.
"If you think so, Miss Costa," the Spartan said to Beatriz who sighed and said to him, "Call me Beatriz. I think we're past formalities by now," she said looking at Chief with soft emerald eyes.
"Of course, Miss Costa," John said automatically. Beatriz snorted in amusement and said, "One day you'll learn to stop being so formal," she said with a chuckle.
"One day," John replied.
After having a light dinner and watching some of the local news which detailed John's exploits in Brazil, John and Beatriz then went to bed. John had been given the master bedroom which was certainly luxurious although he would've been happy with just a bed, a desk and wardrobe and Beatriz was just a door down from him.
John was in the bathroom brushing his teeth and Beatriz then walked to brush her own teeth before bed. John raised an eyebrow slightly at seeing what Beatriz was wearing; she an off-white silk nightie with a pair of cute looking panties underneath to preserve her modesty and her green hair was pulled back in a messy bun so that it didn't get all tangled or messy in her sleep.
John just wore some simple standard issue UNSC unisex underwear that were formfitting and comfortable.
Brushing his teeth quickly and rinsing out his mouth, John bade Beatriz good night and headed off to bed. Beatriz said good night in reply before brushing her teeth and heading off to bed herself.
John climbed into the large king sized bed; it was a warm Brazilian night, so there was little need for the duvet and blankets, so John pulled those off and lay back on the bed with a thin cotton bedsheet covering his lower half. Closing his eyes, John surrendered himself to sleep.
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TO BE CONTINUED…
A/N: hello everyone! I guess I surprised you all by doing this chapter, didn't I? Well, I've been thinking about thawing this story out a little and maybe, hopefully honour Freedom Guard's memory by continuing this story since so many of you have been asking me to continue it, so I thought I might as well try instead of leaving this in the ice box forever. Now, to clarify, the bit about the Greek Gods was all that Freedom Guard and I had written before his passing, so the rest of this chapter is all my work and I hope I did FG's memory justice. I also apologise if this chapter is so short as the previous chapters were much longer, but I at least got something out, didn't I?
And while I didn't and still don't know what direction Freedom Guard would've taken this story in had he still been alive, I hope that by continuing this story that we all carry on his legacy. So, Freedom ol' buddy, here's to you, ya crazy bastard! I hope you're living it up in heaven with Big Jay! Or partying hard down in Hell with the Fallen Angel!
So, in other news, I'm finally gonna try my hand at a full-blown Game of Thrones/Elder Scrolls crossover featuring Aegon VI and Rhaenys II Targaryen/Martell and their adventures in Skyrim. I have asked the question if I should make Aegon and Rhaenys Dragonborn or if I should make the Dragonborn a separate character and so far, a lot of you have said I should make the Dragonborn a separate character which sounds like a good idea.
I've set up a romance poll for Aegon VI and once I feel it's high enough, I might make one for Rhaenys. The poll results for Aegon so far have Daenerys Targaryen in the lead with Arianne Martell and Aela the Huntress tied for second. Now whilst I don't have much of an issue with Daenerys being the main love interest, I'm just a little poisoned against her given the shit storm that was season 8 of Game of Thrones and how it ended. I'm sure most of you will agree with me in how bad season 8 was. So, I am hopeful that someone like Aela the Huntress will take the lead on Aegon's romance poll, but I'd be still happy with Dany as I can hopefully make her a better character than what D&D and George did with her character in the final season.
So, other than that, not much else to say, so I'll just leave this here and if you all liked this, maybe I can keep going with this story? But, if you're just being nasty without offering any constructive criticism or any helpful advice, then you can show yourselves outs (^_^)
Be kind to one another,
Angry lil' elf.