Halo: Spartan III

((Alright this is a bit jumbled. I did my best to keep it short, and implimented what I remembered of Rae's version of the armor... There might be changes or stuff that I did wrong either way you get the basic idea.))

Mendez nodded slowly. “Yes. This is the armour you, Spartans, will be selected to wear. MJOLNIR Armour… It is a trademark of what it is to be a Spartan.” He eyed the Spartans. “This…” He said pointing to the lone tube in the room. “Houses the first final piece made. The one that was tested by the Lieutenant…” Mendez trailed off, not knowing the mans name. “I’m cleared to tell you know that he is in fact a Spartan. Part of the Spartan-II project, he was positioned at Reach to help train the new generation, and test your gear to it’s fullest potential.” Mendez grinned. “His body wasn’t torn apart by the power…”

”No, it wasn’t.” The Lieutenant’s voice ran out of the room’s comm relay. “That’s what I’m here to talk to your Spartans about Mendez.” The tube lit up slightly with a hum, and with a loud hiss the seal released and it opened. Steam poured out in waves, but the black outline of their MJOLNIR armour was still visible through the distortion, contrasted against the light blue background. The suit rose, and smartly stepped out of the tube, smoke rolling around its feet. “Surprise.” He said casually. Reaching up the Lieutenant cracked the seal on his helmet, and took it off. He was noticeably taller, though not by much. “Hello Spartans.” He said. “Welcome to my world.”

Mendez arched an eyebrow. “Aye?”

“The MJOLNIR you’re going to wear.” The Lieutenant started. “Is smaller in scale than the Mark V. The Spartan-IIs, people like me, were designed around power and durability. From what I know, Spartan-III armour has similar capabilities, but it has more stealth options, and is more suited for agility and raw strength. Whether or it can lift as much as the Mark V I am unsure.” He looked down at his hand as he turned it over slowly. “The armour is smaller, and less bulky. It won’t enhance your size as much. Don’t take that as a sign of weakness… This armour packs just as much if not more of a punch than the armour I was trained to use. It’s more versatile.” He took a step forward, tucking the helmet under his left arm, then motioned to his eye. “The armour can function without the helmet.” He said. “Your HUD can be implanted over or directly into your eye. While the helmet would be necessary during certain situations, I wont be surprised if many of you enter combat without one.”

“Power.” He suddenly said. “This armour will give you a greater power, and with it you will be given a greater responsibility. I hope you can understand that…” He paused. “CPO Mendez, I was told your Spartans had a treat…?”

“Yes sir they do… Spartans!” he suddenly barked, taking on his usual serious tone. “Look alive! You have one more training exercise before you gain your augmentations… Though the procedure was improved upon, some of you may not come out of the program physically combat capable… Therefore the Lieutenant ands some… others have pulled some strings. The MJOLNIR armour has been toned down so that a normal human being can survive under the stress it creates whilst still gaining some, but not all, of it’s capabilities. To make sure every Spartan III gets to use the armour… Those others have organized one last exercise… It will be a CTF style… You will use the largest of your traditional training grounds. However this time, you will wear the MJLONIR.”

He turned to Abbra. “Permission granted. You may speak.”

Jacob was eyeballing the armour up and down. Looking over every detail from joints to the bulk spots. He almost felt as if it was a mesage from God telling him it was time.

After this point they would become full fledged soldiers. No more whining and cring. They would become the stuff of legends. he was ready and wanted the full upgrade. He wondered how the CTF would be played. How would teams be issued. What weapons could they use. Was it going to be friendly fire or simply live action.

Jacob stood poised though picturing himself in this new device.

*After hearing the news of the armour being toned down, Parker sighed with relief and stared at the Lieutenant. He was the true figure of a Spartan. Tall, muscular shaped, but friendly, unlike some of the other Spartans he had heard about.

He turned his head to await Abbra's speech to Mendez.*

Spike looked at the armor and was amazed by it then he turned his head to face Parker.

"Hey so that really cool armour is what we are going to be wearing."

*Parker whispered over to Spike* "Yep. That's it. We'll be wearing it when we go out to play Capture the Flag against each other later."

*Parker raised his hand* "Permission to speak sir, excuse my interruption. Will we be using weapons, or will it be hand-to-hand combat against each other?"

Abbra scoffed and glanced up at the ceiling, resting her hands on her hips. Her fingers tapped the flesh lightly as she stood, impatiently and offended. Swinging her head lightly, so her hair swung against her back. Her breath came forcefully past her lips as she snapped her head back. "Parker." She began, her voice rather high pitched and laden with impatience.

"I was just about to ask that." She shot a glare at him before looking back at Mendez. She didn't mind interruptions, what she minded was Parker. The two had never gotten along, and she found him incompetent and nosey.

A blue light strobed at the top of the doors behind the group. Luckily no one was facing the doors, they were much more interested in the other end of the room where the Mjolnir was being displayed. Dr. Halsley had just finished telling Raevynn about the armor, and as the doors slid open, the girl stepped into the busy room.

Halsley stood in the door way with her arms folded and a disgusted look spread across her fatigued face. She had briefly explained to Raevynn about the nature of what was about to happen to her and her Spartans. Although the girl barely understood a word of what the doctor was trying to explain, she knew that their next mission was one that they were not fully prepared for.

Raevynn stood at the back of the group, running her hands through her long dark hair. Halsley had made a strange comment about Raevynn's hair. Apparently it wasn't going to be around for much longer.

Lawrence let his breath out through his nose, awestruck. He watched Abbra shoot a nasty glance at Parker. This worried him; they were supposed to be a family out in the field. It could cost them a misson. This was their second greatest tool to becoming the greatest soldiers in all of humanity.

He said second because their greatest tools were their own bodies and minds and grit, fused and smelted together through years of training.

Never rely solely on armour or weapons. Training dictations.

He nudged his pretty squad leader, who was thoughtfully running her hands through her longer hair. "Comments? Questions?"

Hasely turned around, and here eyes widened slighlty in surprise. The last of the Spartan-III's on Reach to arrive at the destination was now arriving... His breathing was laboured, he walked with a limp, bent over, and holding onto his side, but he walked unaided. There was still bio-foam in him, but overnight he'd been given medical attention, and had all but demanded he be here with the others at this time. "Hello Doctor..." He said, his voice slighlty distorted through the external speakers on his own MJOLNIR, even though it was very, very quiet. The speech ended with a loud shakey breath. "Sorry for disobeying your orders so soon..."

As quietly as he could, using all of his training, he entered the room. He opened his eyes, and blinked slowly. A foggy mixture of silver, grey, and white swirled slowly around within the two glasslike orbs. There was no iris, no pupil. Just heavenly smoke, drifting silently. He brought a hand up to his side, and touched a piece of his helmet. The pattern of colours faded and retreated, revealling two black irises lined with silver in some places. His new eyes. He looked at the backs of his old family. Tears started to well up, but not from sadness, from the phyiscal pain he got from having his eyes opened and vulernable. He quickly touched the piece on the side of his helmet again, and closed his eyes.

"So you're drilling them on the new tech Lieutenant?" He said suddenly. "They should be impressed enough. I know I was midly...satisifed with it." He finished the longest amount of smalltalk he'd spoke in years by leaning against the the wall for support. At least his voice hadn't shaken at all. At least, he thought it didn't. In his state it was hard to tell.

Raevynn snapped her hands down to her sides as if she had just been caught doing something bad. She looked up to see Lawrence, and immediately her mood changed back to it's relaxed state. She wasn't about to make any of her friends as nervous as she was.

"Comments? Nah. Questions? When do I get kick some butt in this capture the flag game?" She joked quietly, keeping the volume of her voice down so as not to attract the attention of Mendez.

It was then a strange yet subtly familiar voice sounded behind her. The voice was steady, yet laced with an unmistakable hint of pain.

Raevynn turned to face a Spartan whom none of them had seen in years. At first she wasn't sure if it was him, his appearance had changed quite a bit over time, but his eyes reminded her of an accident that happened long ago. Raevynn knew it was only a matter of seconds before Abbra figured out who this Spartan was.

Jacob turned to see the Spartan that had just come in. He got a good look before the guy put his visor down. Silverish eyes, pain in them, he was even the same age as them. Who though could be our age and still be fighting as a Spartan. Then Jacob put two and two together and knew exactly who it was.

*Parker put on a cheesey smile and laughed* "Sorry Abbra, My bad." *The smile quickly faded* "Though you could smarten up. I don't appreciate you snapping at me all the time like I'm your slave boy. So for once in your life, SHUT UP!"

*Parker sighed and rubbed his temple. He'd be getting a beating for this later.*

Abbra shot Parker a look of pure venom. Every part of her dripped with the kind of annoyance that only he made her feel. Her eyes narrowed, her teeth gritted. No, she said not a word, but if looks could kill than Parker would be dead before he hit the ground. Oh how she wanted to release her clenched fists and rip out that voice box of his. It wasn't she herself who needed to shut up. It was him, it was always him. But she knew, with smug satisfaction, he'd get in some sort of trouble, and by keeping her mouth shut, she wouldn't receive any. She would win.

Abbra turned her head to look at Lawrence and wink, to show she wasn't psychotically angry. Rae catching her eye as well, she smiled and mouthed a simple hello. Shrugging off anger all that she wanted to do was talk to her friends. Thats when she noticed, him. It wasn't like that kind of thing where you suddenly remember. It's like when you catch a ball in the middle of the game, and you stand there, stunned for a moment. You look at the ball, you look back, and then you make the connection that you actually have to pass it. In this case it wasn't exactly so much as putting a play together, but putting back the pieces of one special persons memory. He looked so much...older. "Well what do ya know!" That little sarcastic voice inside her head nagged. "Shut up" snarled the other, which was instantly happy he was back.

Her hands began to vibrate, then like a horrible infection it spread so quickly to every part of her body that she could barely stand still. Abbra's heart sang in her earlobes. She was almost delusional. Beside herself? Of coarse. Every second she couldn't walk up to him was to long. An eternity perhaps. It was one of those times you want to speed up your life, not knowing what to expect, or what your going to say. But you just want to be right there. It was like going to bed on Christmas eve.

Lawrence had no idea who it was.

Something in those steel-hardened eyes of the Lieutenant, just for a brief moment, told him a legend of a soldier who had gone through hell and back multiple times. From the looks of it, he wasn't much older than them at all.

He had a nagging feeling in the back of his head.

Lawrence glanced around, missing nothing. So much of the unit seemed to know who he was. Abbra and Rae were staring entranced. He decided to be patient and wait it out to ask.

ooc; I wrote earlobes instead of ears. xD haha

*Parker shot her a glare back. He knew if they were put on separate teams, there would be a huge battle between them. He had no idea why Abbra hated him so much. He had tried multiple times to be friends with her, but she just shrugged him off and he gave up a long time ago. Ever since then she had been his rival, and they always quarreled and bickered on stupid, petty, little arguements. Everytime Abbra won. But this time he was going to get payback. Especially since everyone else probably now thought of him as a jackass.

Parker turned back to stare at the mysterious Spartan who had entered the room. Something about him was familiar, he could feel it. He couldn't quite place his finger on it, but he kept remembering seeing this Spartan somewhere before.*

Axel had heard most everything the Lieutenant had said, and most of what CPO Mendez had told them as well. Every whisper, every breath, every movement... He heard it all. He took in a breath, and he opened his eyes again for a few seconds, but let the foggy mixure keep a cover over them... Pain was his friend but he didn't want to see it right now. He saw a blur of color, but nothing else. He shut his eyes, less than satisfied.

He took a step forward, moving without pause, but turning his head in the direction of the people close to him as he walked by. He turned to Raevynn as he passed by here, his expression cold but also seemingly angry... He said nothing. "Parker..." He said, passing by the fellow soldier. "Abbra..." He paused for a long time in front of the other. "Jacob." He finally said.

He turned, and stopped once again in front of Raevynn. He stood in silence, looking down slightly at her for a long time before he finally spoke. "Spartan 116!" He blurted. "You still breathe the same..." Out either reflex, or emotion, he snapped to attention... or at least as close as he could in this circumstances. "Spartan 010 reporting for duty. Sorry I'm late."

"So you remembered." It was so amazing hearing his voice again. It was so wonderful to have her friend back. Hopefully he hadn't changed much. But there's a fine like between "that much" and "alot" and you would be surprised how many people cross it. Time changes, time heals, time breaks ties. She just hoped, prayed, he hadn't been turned into a unfeeling, regimented, rigid person. But how can you see the worst of all existence, and not? Abbra knew she wasn't half, a quarter of the solider he was. If she was, she'd be at the head of the pack. But she hoped they could still relate. Still talk.

Abbra looked back at Mendez, she didn't smile. Axel didn't smile, from what she seen, Rae didn't smile that much. Why should she? She wasn't going to be the overly emotional one of the bunch. Never. She kept her expression hard and unfazed, same stiff posture. Like a little toy solider, plastic, brittle, indifferent. She was molded like this. Disciplined military life conforms everybody, teaches them respect, and most of all, the fragility of life.

David stood silent, as he watched the door that would lead him into the room with the others. He gave out a long, withdrawn sigh and started walking with slow stepps towards the door.
A slight beeping sound was heard, as he came close enough to the door. It slid open and David marched into the room. "If I'm going to do this, I'm going to do this properly!" he thought to himself. The entrance was good, in his opinion. In the eyes of the others, there was this white-dressed, rather tall boy walked in, with an all-covering advance technology overall, ski glasses, and a hood, covering his face perfectly.

With a calm, and a sound of adultary he said; "David Lord, reporting for d---" and stopped, as he accidentaly stepped over his other foot and fell forward, falling straight onto the floor, landing flat.

He remained on the ground, on his stomache, with his face turned to the floor. "F...k" he said silet, only two of the four letters able to make out by the normal ear.
He placed his hands over his head and with a very quiet voice he said "S-S-Sorry.. Please, go on.." he waved with one of his hands, giving the sign "Carry on" and he laid there for a while, doing nothing.. Saying nothing.. Not even looking up towards the screen, where the Mjolnir was revealed.. Mjolnir was like an dream coming true.. He could already see himself in one.. A white one.. But of course, he messed this up entierly.. He placed both hands on the back of his head, as he laid on the ground.. Right now, he had a lot to think about..

"Axel." Jacob replied in the same tone amd emotion. But there was much respect in the wat Jacob said the name. He knew Axel had gotten it.

It was great to see him back. This was the guy Jacob had prayed for evernight for past seven years. Jacob thought that at last one of his prayers had been answered by God.

Jacob then turned to look a the new kid that had just walked in all bundled up. Jacob couldn't quite make out what was going on. Although he witnessed the same withdrawn look as Jacob's own.