every story has its beginning. every hero has their origins. Spartan-205 is no different. in this Fiend-205 volume, we will learn how this beaten and abused child became one of the saviors of Humanity, covering events from Fiend's birth, all the way...
NOTE: I am going to be formatting each chapter in this the same way I did "What If...?", with events happening how I usually write, and Fiend coming in every now and then to give some narration. with that being said, let us begin
Coruscant, 2554
Fiend was sitting on his bed, looking at a picture of him and Blue Team, during the Human-Covenant War, his first ever assignment in the war
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he traced his cybernetic fingers against the photo. to say he missed them was an understatement. they saved his life, and gave him a proper childhood. well, as proper as it can be for a child soldier. he knew Kelly, Linda and Fred were still alive, just out doing missions. but John.. the Master Chief.. declared MIA by the UNSC, and that usually means they're dead. Chief was Fiend's favorite of the team, as he was the one who saved him to begin with. he saw him as a Father, though he never did, and never will, admit it
???: hey
Fiend looks up and sees Ahsoka, standing in the doorway, smiling warmly at him
Fiend: hey..
he looks down at the picture again. Ahsoka walks in and sits down next to Fiend, looking at the picture
Ahsoka: is that..
Fiend: Blue Team. greatest team of Spartan-II's in existence...
Ahsoka then notices Fiend in the center
Ahsoka: is that you?
Fiend: yep..
Ahsoka: you're small there
Fiend: I was 10, Ahsoka
Ahsoka was shocked
Ahsoka: 10? you were 10 in that photo?
Fiend doesn't respond, so Ahsoka asks a different question
Ahsoka: Fiend what's the real reason you called me over?
Fiend still looked at the picture. a few tears fell out of the bottom of his helmet. he took a deep breath, mainly to stop himself from completely breaking down Infront of Ahsoka
Fiend: I.... I..... I need to get this off my chest....
Ahsoka looked confused
Ahsoka: get what off your chest?
Fiend: ...my past...
Fiend turns to Ahsoka
Fiend: get comfy... its a long story...
Ahsoka nods, gently wrapping her arms around Fiend, and resting her head on his chest plate
