Halo: Engaged

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Prologue

Date: 13, January, 2537

Planet: Meridian - After Glassing Status: Refuge Planet

UNSC Objective: Acquire Stolen Data from ONI Lab

Teams: 3 Marine Fire Team and group of Spartans - Engage

Dusk. The soft stretch of light slowly fading into the horizon. It's quite beautiful when you get to enjoy it in peace. Drink it in. Accept it. Let it pour over your stress and weariness so that you are at complete ease with the world. That's about the moment when the moment comes into focus. Flashes of light. Spatters of blood. Loss. Absolute chaos. Impossible odds.

But we are Spartans...and Spartans don't know the meaning of the word Impossible.



Introduction


Sergeant Macoy was feeling brisk this morning. A good nights sleep can do that every now and then. Today just felt like it had more 'umph' to it though. Like something big and exciting was going to happen. There WAS the notion of the 4 teams sent out last night, one group of Spartans and 3 marine squads.
"I bet they'll be bringing back a whole weeks worth of gossip" he mused to himself. He had the whole morning ahead of him. 'No guff, no work just a nice relaxi...'

*thump!*

He was cut short by a weapon case being speared right into his abdomen. He hit the ground before the case hacking and wheezing, gasping for a breath. "*cough - cough - hack - What's your problem you lowly piece of shi...oh..." All the blood in Macoys face drained. He might as well have died there, he thought. Looming above him like some sort of mechanical eclipse, Spartan-114 stopped abruptly and cocked their head down at the marine. A lightly country laden female voice boomed from behind her shimmering gold Pilot helmet, "Wanna repeat that little man?"

Spartan: A114 
Name: Hannah
Nickname: Math
Battle Class: Sniper
Armor: Para-Class MJOLNIR (Modified)

Speechless and writhing like a fish out of water, the marine stammered in apologetic and regretful awe. Barely making a determinable sentence, the Spartan merely placed her whole palm over the marines face and shoved him back down and casually walked away. "Save it. You'd probably regret it anyway."
Her female frame stood out among the rest of the Spartans but not in the way most would assume. She carried herself well with a feminine stride but still maintaining the idea of checking her out would seem like a bad idea. Spartans did have a habit of staying in their armor for extensive periods of time but that's only because it's usually out of one mission into another. Though, seeing the occasional Spartan sans armor was nothing new. Spartan III's tend to vary in height slightly from one another but it wouldn't matter if a midget were inducted into the Spartan program, he would end up looking like an olympic midget at least.
Hannah wasn't the shy type, she just had the odd timing of being out of her armor when nobody was around. She enjoyed her alone time, as scarce as it was. She liked to reflect on how she got to be 'here'. Nobody could hold her hand through it. It was hers and hers alone. She had always carried her burdons on her shoulders. It was another thing that belonged to her but it was something nobody ever offered either. Everyone always assumed 'she had it covered'. For the most part, she did...but nobody likes to take on anything entirely alone. That's where Team Engage came in, who ironically are the only ones presently to have seen Hannah without her helmet.
As Hannah made her way towards the main atrium of the Dawn Under Heaven Halcyon Class Cruiser ship, the rest of Engage began disembarking the Pelican in the launch bay. Before the bay door could reach the halfway mark, a pair of Spartan gloves gripped the edge of the bay ramp and front-flip vaulted over and landing securely on two feet with no recoil for balance. "Another glorious dismount for another piece of cake mission!" exclaimed Spartan 095.

Spartan - A095
Name: Kyle
Nickname: Tick-Tock
Battle Class: Demolitions
Armor: Recon MJOLNIR (Modified)

 

Hannah shot a look back towards Kyle with a head -Yoink!- that seemed to retort off his exclamation 'if you hadn't almost blown us to bits'. The Spartans intuition was not lost with the Spartan II's. Kyle knew what she was thinking. "You can calculate all you want, Math, but we would've completed the op no problem even if you were to be char-broiled."
Kyle was a brash soldier. His entire family was in the military to some degree until his immediate family was killed in a terrorist uprising on Eridanus Secundus, an asteroid colony previously used as a civilian shelter. For the most part, he took it well. Never vowing vengeance against the group responsible, down and out rebels looking for their "own way of freedom". After his first mission as a Spartan, he was commissioned with a group of rag-tag test soldiers, who were to be used for a later non-sanctioned Spartan Program replica (which never came to be), to take out the entire terrorist cell. He showed no remorse but he also displayed no animosity. "These things happen" was how he looked at such situations.
"That's not the point, Kyle. Your last minute decision to rig the rest of the explosives in the bunker could've killed some marines. Not to mention, this was supposed to be in and out with little to no detection. You had to go and ring the dinner bell in a den of lions." She sternly put it.
Kyle just stared at her lightly dropping his head to the side. "Seriously?"
Hannah thought it over a beat. "Okay, maybe a pack of rabid piglets but safety IS a considerable high priority." she reminded him.
Kyle shrugged. His white armor gleamed from the reflection of the dwarf stars in the distance. The red undertones would imply Kyle would've adopted some sort of role as a field medic. He had light trauma training but his specialty had always been causing the trauma rather than treating it. "No sense mulling over it now. I don't hear Al complaining."
As the Pelican powered down and the landing pad secure, a green cloud of steam lightly rested around the seating bay. After a sudden break in the cloud, the sparkling silver visor of Spartan 126 came into view and the mist vanished slowly as though it were willed into and out of existence. "That's because I haven't said anything, yet."

Spartan - A126
Name: Alex
Nickname: Psycko
Battle Class: Stealth/CQC
Armor: ODST MJOLNIR (Modified)

Kyle shot looks back and forth between Hannah and Alex. "I don't believe this! Is everyone going to say I overdid this?" he questioned dramatically and continued muttering to himself.As Hannah kept her pace and passed through the atrium, she noticed a group of new trainees for the Spartan III program. They were only on the Dawn Under Heaven for observational reasons. They were to learn as much as they could about how Spartans operated in the field and as a unit. Hannah sighed but nobody would know it aside from her team. She missed civilian life but she wouldn't be making the difference she was now. A hand rested on the shoulder of her gleaming silver and gold armor. She nudged it off and giggled before lightly shoving away Spartan 146.

Spartan - A146
Name: Paul
Nickname: Sierra
Battle Class: Assault/Medic
Armor: S.P.I./MJOLNIR (Modified)

Paul was one of the few who didn't want to give up his S.P.I. variant regardless of how obsolete it was to the standard MJOLNIR. Due to his high admiration of Spartan 051 and his recent partnered relationship with decorated Spartan A259, a petitioned request was put in and quickly answered for his S.P.I./MJOLNIR modifications. His rising combat stats heading toward hyper lethal vector only helped these actions. Paul was a determined soldier as well as honorable. However, unlike his previous partner, Paul and Cater could not be more different when it comes to 'no-nonsense'.
Al somewhat respected and envied Pauls armor decision. He missed the comfort and stealthier nature of the S.P.I. armor but he was an ODST to the bone. As good as he was and as much as he enjoyed slinking from the shadows and magically materializing behind unsuspecting enemies before digging his combat knife into their abdomen, he was just as comfortable riding an H.E.V. pod alone into enemy territory with minimal ammo and a few grenades. All he really needed was his favored combat knife, a few grenades and "Bessie", his custom M-90 Shotgun recently upgraded with Covenant 'Mauler' tech to pack a bigger punch with a pinch of a barely visible energy burst.
As Alex was perusing for his favored boom-stick, he held his arm out and caught what apparently was his shotgun being flung from the Pelican. Emerging from the darkness was the steel black armor of Spartan 169 commonly known as Enfinit, "Score!" he blared out before making a devils horn symbol with his mechanical hand (a sure sign he is no stranger to battle up close and personal), Team Engage's hand signal for Mission Accomplished, while making what sounded like electric guitar riffing from the early 21st century, "BERRRRDERRR DEB-BERRR DERR BERDER BERRRRRR!!!"

Spartan - A169
Name: Chris
Nickname: Enfinit
Battle Class: Comms/Tech/CQC
Armor: Mk. VI MJOLNIR[R] (Modified)

As Chris stepped off the Pelican, he observed Paul just standing ominously staring out into space. Al noticed too and walked up beside him sharing the moment. Chris looked over at them then into the remnant visible areas of destruction left from their op on Meridian. "Seems like it's only going to get worse, doesn't it?" he queried.
Hannah stood in the doorway glancing back and forth between the trainees and Meridian.
Paul sighed before looking at Al, "Welcome to Reach, eh?"
Al agreed with a slight "hmph".


To be continued....


Written and created by Deadpool Psycko

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LMAO!! Nice asshole!!

[Transience8985]

Fanfiction, eh?  I'll just be slowly backing up through the door now...

 

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Moooooo...er...Boooooo!!

[Travers36]

Just because i don't drink skim doesn't mean I'm incapable of doing so.  I declare shenannigans

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You're in there...uh....you have to read from start to finish tho

 

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I'm not in this, I'm not reading it.  I am the superior Spartan

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Little diddy I wrote up today on Halo Waypoint for the group I currently play with. Basically did what I did here...there hahaha. There's a bunch of inside jokes like the guitar riff and Welcome to Reach part. Just go with it hahaha.