Spartan 118 (Halo Based)

Chapter 22

I walked down the hallway confidently, boots thumping on the metal floors, heading towards the pelican bay. I holstered my gun in my thigh holster and made sure my knives were firmly in theirs. I approached the entrance to the bay and walked up the vast ramp into the hangar.

There were pelicans and small ships everywhere, including frigates, smaller ships about 150 + metres long. A pelican flew in and touched down as I watched. The hatch opened and soldiers walked out. A lot of the spots were vacant due to search parties and recon to make sure we were safe. The word going around was that master chief had gone AWOL and gone on a mission to save the planet from the didact. So far, the didact was trying to get the composer back, a gigantic weapon that turned humans into the Prometheans. Rumors were that he already has it and was coming to earth to kill all of the humans.

I didn't want to leave with that threat on earth but I had to leave for my mission. By the time I got there either all life on the inner colonies would be gone or the didact would be defeated. Del'rio also wouldn't let anyone help him after Cortana had an outburst of rage and Chief defended her, but officially because the Infinity was still vulnerable. I could only hope Master Chief succeeded.

I spotted my frigate being prepped a few crafts down. I quickly walked over, putting my helmet back on from when I took it off earlier in the hall. I saw a Spartan with standard MJOLNIR Mark VI armor enter the door of the small frigate and I followed. Allowing my eyes to adjust to the lack of light, I looked around the hallway and looked down the hallway, seeing the Spartan disappear further down on a door to the left. I hurried after and turned, just in time to see him turn farther into the ship.

I followed and walked into a cryo-room, where all of the cryo-tubes were held. There were a few Spartans in different armor talking around each other as mechanics checked the pods. They stopped talking as I stepped in the room and turned to look at me, there were about 14 guys dotted around the room, about 5 in the group talking, and 8 women.

I slowed my pace slightly but kept walking towards a pod that said my name.

"Hey," a female voice called.

I stopped, waited a second and turned around as someone approached me. It was a woman with black hair cut short. She stood about 6'9 and was significantly taller than me.

"This is the last one." She called back to the group. A guy nodded and walked off to were I presume the main deck was a give the pilots the all-clear. "So, you're a Spartan?" She asked incredulously, her face showing a bit of disbelief.

"Not exactly." I admitted.

"How so?"

"Well I haven't gotten the augmentations yet, but apparently I'm strong enough to handle the armor after they modified it a bit." She looked me up and down. "Just keep up and don't make us pull your weight. You got that?" I nodded. "Affirmative." She nodded and said, "Why don't you join us? And drop the formality for once, we look out for each other." I nodded at this and walked after her as she turned and joined the group. She paused and asked, "What's your name?" I looked at her surprised. "Kyle." She smiled, "I'm Shelby." she said and walked to the group. I followed.

Helmets and foreign faces turned my way as I walked over, all looking down at me due to the height difference, except for two exceptionally short Spartans who were my height. I came to a halt and waved a little with my right hand, not trusting my voice with all of the superior Spartans judging me.

They immediately started talking, no longer paying attention to me. "Turns out that our target is a lot more classified than we thought." Said a tall Mexican Spartan who happened to not be wearing a helmet. "We aren't allowed to know the location of it, not even the planet coordinates its on. Apparently the coordinates will be broadcast to us using a closed and secured network with the highest security measures, and on top of that, in code."