Halo: Twilight for a Spartan
By: Pegasi Will rule
Chapter 1: On broken wings.
Cygnus System, UNSC Colony world: New Jerusalem.
July, 28, 2539

Chaos; that's the only word to describe the hell that had befallen the colony world, New Jerusalem. No one ever thought the war would come to them, that it would happen to someone else. Nothing ever happens to you, but when it finally does?

It's nothing but chaos.

Nothing more true could be said for a young boy, who was only seven years old. This planet was his home, these were his people, his friends. He had been playing in the fields when the giant ships appeared in the air. He thought they were so pretty that he had to show his parents.

They didn't think they were so pretty at all.

Now they were running, running fast and hard through the city for evacuation. The young boy had only been to the city a couple of times before. He always thought it was so cool, the way the spires touched the sky. Now the sky was falling all around them. People were falling in the streets, being trampled by one another just to get to someplace safe.

The boy was lucky. His father was important enough to warrant them Military evacuation. He was excited more than scared. This was his first time ever being in a space ship and it was the only thing on his mind right now. He had seen some flying overhead for a while now, either shooting at the purple ships, or crashing.

Most of the time, they were crashing...

The fear hit him after that. People were dying all around him. His naive child mind only just pieced it together. It wasn't like it was in the holomovies or things like that. This was the real deal. He could smell death in the air, watch it's morbid masterpiece at work all around him. It became all too real for him as the soldier they were running with scooped him up in his arms. And the boy held on, watching his parents running along behind him.

This boy's name was Nathan; and he was going to be one of the most important soldiers in the history of the galaxy...

They were running; running so fast. He was lucky he didn't have to run at all. He could see the steam rising off the street from the fires that raged all around him. He covered his ears tight, clutching his toy as he screamed to try and block the sound of a crashing Pelican out. The soldier continued to run. All Nathan could hear was the thumping of his own heart and the heavy boot falls of the soldier. He looked to the sky and saw the sickeningly beautiful scene overhead.

The large, purple ships had taken up position over the city, blocking out most of the solid orange sky. Tinier ships chased one another underneath the mighty hulks. Flashes of blues, greens and yellows danced towards one another as large, pulsing lasers struck buildings down to slag. But there was something else up in the sky. Tiny things coming out of the bellies of the ships. Nathan furiously tapped the soldiers shoulder and gestured to the sky.

"What are those things?" He asked the soldier. The soldier looked up at the ships, thinking that was what the young boy was pointing out.

"Those are Covenant ships, kid, and they're glassing the place." he replied. Nathan shook his head and continued to point to the tiny balls of light heading straight for them.

"No, not those. those!" He said again, pointing. The soldier, becoming annoyed, looked back up right as a pod crashed into the ground in between them and his parents. Nathan, his parents and the soldier were thrown to the ground by the force of its crash. Nathan could feel the blood welling from the side of his head, but he paid it no heed. The only thing that had his attention now was the strange pod in front of him.

It was a metallic purple-silver in color. The purple seemed to be below the silvery surface of the pods skin, which was steaming after its quick drop to the ground. While the others struggled on the ground, Nathan was up, making his way over to the enchanting pod in front of him. He placed his hand on the metal and, surprisingly, it was cool to the touch. He was about to inspect it more, but backed away when the door slowly lifted to reveal the monster inside.

It was wearing bright white armor that shown beautifully in the sunlight. The creature's split mandibles cracked as it stepped out, but one of them was missing, giving it an even more eery, monstrous look. It turned, looked down at the boy in front of him. It cocked its head, Nathan mirroring the motion. Then it turned away, looking at Nathan's parents. It snarled as it activated some kind of bright light blade. The monster charged fast, faster than Nathan could have thought possible for something that large. It brought the blade down slashing his mother clean in half with a sizzle. She let out a gurgled scream, sputtering up blood as she crashed to the ground in two.

Nathan screamed for his mother, running at the monster who had taken her life. He nearly reached the creature, but was swept up in the arms of the soldier. Nathan cried and called out to his father as he hid his face in the soldiers uniform. He heard his father say 'run', and he felt the soldiers legs moving again.

"Hold on kid! I'll get you out of here!" The soldier yelled, running as fast as he could.Nathan continued to reach for his father, who stood motionless as the creature brought its blade up. Nathan never knew what happened; he hid his face back into the soldiers uniform.

The solider carried the boy down city streets, in between alley ways, and through half destroyed buildings, avoiding any Covenant threats he could. Nathan could only hold on with all his might as he hoped and wished this was all just a horrible dream... He wanted to wake up now; he practically screamed it in his head. But this was real. The death was real. His parents were dead and he was all alone in the galaxy...

He was nothing but a lost child now.

The footfalls stopped suddenly, making Nathan look up in curiosity. He didn't expect to see more soldiers, a lot of them, around a few small green transport ships. The men were busy loading them with weapons, food and salvage as fast as they could. Nathan had read all about those kinds of ships from a book his father had given him a while back. It was called, The Schematics of the D77-TC. They were Pelican drop ships! And they were sitting right in front of him!

"Private! Where the hell is your platoon?" one of the men yelled at the man carrying Nathan. The child looked up to see a dark skinned man, strong and tough, walk forward, puffing on a cigar. The private straitened up and put Nathan down.

"Dead, Sergeant. On my way back, I found a few civvies. One of them was ONI, but... I only managed to save the kid..." He pointed slowly down to Nathan, who was still clutching his stuffed toy. The Sergeant took a deep puff of his cigar and smiled at the scared toddler at his feet. He eyed the boy over very carefully, as if he'd seem him somewhere before.

"Well, looks like we got some good news from the front after all." He said, pulling out a small data pad, staring at it, then back to the kid.

"Sir?" The private asked, staring at his CO, then to the pad in his hand. The Sergeant quickly put the pad back in his pocket and looked over the marines in front of him.

"Stow it Marine! Time to get off this rock! Get into the drop ships! On the double!" He bellowed. His word was like god as the soldiers ran quickly to their designated ships. The Sergeant looked back down at the boy, who looked up at him, and smiled. "Come on, kid. Let's get you the hell out of here." He said, holding out his hand. Nathan took it and nodded.

"Y-Yes, sir..." The boy said meekly, looking away. The Sergeant smiled as he led him to the supply Pelican. This boy was respectful of superiors, which would serve him well for what was soon to come.

The trip up into space was amazing! Nathan had never been on space travels before! He took in all the scenery he could, savoring each thing that passed as a treasured memory for the future. No one ever forgets their first trip into space.

Nathan had been clutching onto the small window framed on the Pelican door, hanging there by the tips of his fingers for nearly ten minutes. The Sergeant looked at him and smiled. "Tough little bugger."

Marines would be put through something similar like that to test their strength. They usually could only hang by there fingers for little more than half a minute, but this kid would put them to shame. He walked over to the child and sat in the seat next to the door, watching the burning world grow smaller and smaller.

"You like being in space, huh?" He asked, taking a puff out of the cigar. Nathan looked over smiling happily as he nodded. The Sergeants face became more saddened as he spoke again.

"I heard about what happened to your parents." He said sadly. Nathan felt the fresh tears welling in his eyes and fell to the deck, slumping in the seat next to the Sergeant. The man pulled out the same pad from before and looked it over again.

The screen showed a picture of the boy, along with statistics about his gene pool, genetics and why he was a candidate for the Spartan III program. The Sergeant sighed and continued talking. "Kid, I know how you feel. I lost plenty of family in this war, and trust me, it doesn't get easier." He put his hand on Nathan's shoulder, who looked back up in response.

"I want to kill that monster!" He bellowed. "He took my Mom and Dad from me!"

The Sergeant knelt on the ground in front of Nathan now, giving him a hard stare. "What if I told you that you can?" He asked. Nathan perked up, listening intently to what the Sergeant had to say. "The UNSC wants you to be the greatest soldier in the history of mankind. But it will take all the strength you can muster and sacrifice. Do you want to be a Spartan?"

Nathan's eyes shot wide as his smile became larger than life. He had heard stories of the Spartan's actions in the war. He always wanted to be just like them, and now, right here and now, after he lost everything, one dream was about to come true.

"I wanna be a Spartan!" He yelled.

The Sergeant smiled and laughed. "Good to here it, kid. The names Sergeant Major Avery Johnson. and I'll see you again on the battlefield, Nathan. Nathan-?"----

August 30, 2552.
Epsilon-Iridani system. Planet Reach

"NATHAN!!"

Nathan shot up as the adrenaline coursed through his body. He drew his gun, aiming it at everything in sight. His armor had a large burn mark down the side from where the Banshee mortar hit. He was lucky it didn't reduce him to atoms. He could feel his face we with blood beneath his helmet. It was probably just a minor scratch. Pretty much any injury to a Spartan was considered minor by their standards.

Nathan sighed in relief, seeing his company of Spartans next to him; Shelly, Cam, Isaac, and Bill. He was about to speak when a loud droning filled the air. Shelly's head looked to the sky as two Banshees came down on them, fast.

"BANSHEES! HIT THE DIRT!" She screamed, tackling Nathan back to the ground

The others fell to the ground as well as the squadron of Banshees fired. One of the Banshee mortars exploded a car just a few feet away with a defining boom. Nathan could hear the rock, metal and slag hit his and Shelly's crackling shields. The five Spartan's remained motionless until the sound of the Banshee's engines were out of earshot.

Once it was safe, the team stood back up in a crouch, ready for anything that might be thrown their way. Bill, like always, was the one who wanted to get out of the area in a hurry. "Sir, we gotta keep moving!" He said, helping Nathan and Shelly to their feet. Bill was always afraid of being in the open. He was the sniper after all; wanting to be far away from the action, his eye behind the scope to be Deaths long distance messenger.

Nathan cleared his throat from the blood. "Alright. Isaac, Bill, and Cam? You three head up on the fith floor of that building there." He marked the building on their HUD. It was a click to walk there, but with the Spartan armor beneath their feet, a run that would take no less than two minutes. That was if there were no Covenant obstacles in their way. "Shelly? You're with me. We go straight in with the nuke."

She smiled and twirled the small HAVOK nuke in her hand. It looked like an over inflated football. It had the words 'Merry Christmas' stenciled on the top, which the Spartan's thought was a nice little touch to their present. Gotta spread the holiday cheer somehow, even if it was August.

Nathan couldn't help but gaze over at Shelly. He always has; the way her graceful curves could be seen through the skin tight suit beneath her armor, her poise, her wit, her beauty. Nathan admired everything about the woman. He respected her as she respected him. It made him feel safe knowing the girl he had loved would follow him to hell and back, no matter what the cost.

The Spartans went their separate ways, Cam, Bill, and Issac cutting left, while Nathan and Shelly turned right, walking through main streets littered with bodies, both human and Covenant alike. Shelly looked around. She had seen death countless times, but it still always got to her when the dead were human beings. She let out a coughing noise and shut her air vents tight. Nathan heard this and let out an amused chuckle.

"What's so funny?" Shelly asked seriously, clutching her gun close to her chest. Nathan turned to her while stepping on a grunts head with a satisfying 'crunch', then 'squish'.

"After five years of active duty, you're still not used to the smell of death?" He mocked. He knew she was frowning inside her helmet by the way she spoke.

"It's a smell you never get used to."

Nathan just took in deep inhales that he knew she could here. Shelly let out a gagging noise and pushed him away. "That's the kind of thing that creeps people out, Grunt." She said, using his oldest nickname.

"And you know what I think about people's opinions?" He asked, laughing as he pulled out a small empty box he always kept on him. It said, 'Box of fucks' on the top and he opened it, to reveal the empty space inside. Shelly sniggered and punched him in the arm. "Now come on. Let's pick up the pace."

The two ran through the streets as fast as they could; their armor propelling them forward at over thirty miles per hour. They jumped cars, ran through buildings, and took every obstacle in stride. Spartan armor was a marvel to behold and be able to actually use. Nathan was happy his group of Spartan's were given actual MJOLNIR armor instead of that shitty SPI crap. Nathan and his team had worn it once on an op, and it nearly resulted in his death. He practically demanded him and his team be outfitted appropriately for their missions. The brass didn't take to that, but their trainer, Kurt, was more than happy to oblige the request.

Nathan snapped out of his thoughts as the objective came into view. The two Spartan's slowly crawled up a large piece of concrete, hiding them from the enemy, but allowing them to see what they were doing without the threat of being spotted.

The buildings within a 200 yard radius had been completely burned away, creating an LZ for the Covenant troops. They were all milling around beneath the Corvette class battleship dropping them off, distributing weapons to platoons of troops who were heading off in each direction of the city. Nathan sighed lightly to himself and turned back to Shelly, who had her arms folded as she laid on her side.

"So what's the plan?" She asked impatiently, eyeing the enemy over her cover. Nathan slid back down the slab of concrete, Shelly doing the same as they laid in dirt.

"Cam, Bill, and Issac are going to provide cover fire for us while we enter their ship, arm the nuke, and blow them to bloody bits." He said calmly. Shelly looked up at the building he had marked earlier.

"Where the hell are they?" She asked.

Hearing this on the mic, Cam came through and grunted. "We got caught up by a Covie patrol, lost them in the sewers. We'll be there in 5, sir." Nathan heard the mic on Cam's end click off, and, satisfied they'd be there a while, pulled his helmet off and lit up a cigar he had gotten from his old friend, Johnson. They were Sweet Williams, the finest cigars in the galaxy. It was a filthy habit, but this was how he and Johnson bonded whenever they saw each other. Nathan always liked seeing the burly old man. He was getting more headstrong with age, which made him that much more dangerous to the Covenant. Nathan took a satisfying puff of the Cigar and sighed as he twirled his helmet in boredom.

It was an old Security model, worn from many years of use. The gold visor shone in the sunlight and reflected the image of Nathan's face back to him. The scars and dents ran through his face like canyons. He was a jagged man, worn by war like rocks on water. The worst injury Nathan had sustained was to his left eye, glazed over from a near miss from an energy sword. He could still see out of it though, which surprised almost half the people who saw the injury. 'Guess it was from all the augmentations', he would say.

Nathan turned when Shelly pat his shoulder and pointed to the building above them. He put out his Cigar and slipped his helmet back on. Three IFF tags were visible in the wreckage of the building.

"We're in position, sir." Bill said through his mic.

Nathan nodded and pulled out his MA37. "Copy that. Begin firing in five." Green acknowledge lights winked on, signalling confirmation. Nathan clacked a round into the chamber and he held his breath.

At the five second mark, the sound of Designated Marksman Rifles echo across the city. Grunts and Jackals fell to the dirt before they even knew what was happening. Elites began to point to the sky and open fire with Carbines and Needle Rifles, trying in vein to spot the surprise attackers. Nathan turned to Shelly and nodded.

Go time.

They ran out into the chaos, Shelly clutching the nuke while Nathan shot unsuspecting Jackals and Grunts in the back with his assault rifle. He fired until the ammo counter red zero, right as he found himself face to face with a crimson armored elite. It leveled its Plasma Repeater and fired.

Nathan didn't slow down. He whipped his empty assault rifle at the alien, causing it to fumble to regain balance. Nathan dove into the air and barreled into the Elite, bringing his knife down into the creatures throat. It gurgled and clawed at the air as it's life was slowly taken from it. Nathan grabbed its weapon from its twitching hands and continued covering Shelly. They were only 500 feet away from the Corvettes gravity lift. But reinforcements would turn them to putty before they could get their. They needed to step it up a notch.

"Shelly, double time, now!" Nathan shouted, whipping a frag grenade at a group of entrenched Grunts. Shelly clicked her mic in response as she activated her armors overrides. Her legs began to pump at double the speed, propelling her past the Covenant troops around her like a cheetah. She laughed at the sheer power she had, but lost focus on her surroundings.

Then it happened.

A camouflaged Elite snapped out of hiding, smashing its sword into her abdomen, her speed only pushing the blade all the way to the hilt, her shields and armor offering no resistance. Nathan yelled in defiance and ran towards the two, but he knew she had to be gone. The white armored Elite threw her and his sword away, only to pull out a backup. It threw its helmet to the ground to reveal a sight Nathan thought he'd never see again.

The Elite only had three mandibles, just like the one that killed his parents. A flicker of hate and pain echoed through Nathan's body, temporarily catching him off guard, giving the Elite the perfect opportunity to strike.

The Elite jumped into the air, bringing the sword down fast. Nathan sidestepped, but the sword nicked his shoulder pauldron, leaving a deep gouge in the metal. Nathan turned and smashed his fist into the Elites chest, cracking the pristine white armor. The Elite coughed and garbled at him in its alien language, which Nathan assumed to be an insult. He brought his fist back down, striking the Elite in the head.

"I've been waiting 13 years for this!" He yelled, pulling out his knife and slashing it downwards. The Elite sidestepped and slashed the knife in half with its Energy sword, laughing at the now disarmed human in front of him.

But the knife still had a blade.

Nathan whirled and threw the remaining stub at the elite, burying it in the monsters neck. The Elite was caught off guard as it grabbed its throat, gurgling as it pulled the blade out. Blood began to pour from the wound as it looking back to Nathan in hate. It then ran for the ship, entering the gravity lift and escaping Nathan's clutches. Nathan cursed to himself and was about to give chase, when his comms snapped him back to reality.

"Nathan! Get the bomb and go!" Cam yelled into the mic. Nathan looked up at the building where his team was, and then back over to the bomb and Shelly.

Shelly was was lying prone on the ground, curled up into the fetal position. The bomb and the mission could wait. Right now, he needed to be there for his closest friend. Nathan knelt next to Shelly, slowly turning her over. He could see the burn marks the sword made go straight through her delicate body. It ignited the fires of anger in him once again as he ran his hands over her armor.

It took Nathan by surprise when she began to cough, jerking her body as her consciousness returned. Nathan quickly took off her helmet and his as he looked at her in worry. She was pale as a ghost and her eyes were watering as she stared up at him. She looked scared; more scared than he'd seen her look in so long.

"N-Nathan?" She coughed, struggling to keep her gaze fixed on her friend. Nathan put a finger over her mouth and smiled warmly at her, pulling out a small can of biofoam from his medpack.

"Don't talk. Save your strength." He said with a hint of an order in his voice. Shelly sunk back into the dirt, sighing heavily. Nathan placed the tip of the nozzle in one of the holes, causing the poor girl to scream in utter pain. It happened again for the second one and, after a minute of pure agony, the foam finally began to do its work, numbing her injuries so she could continue her duties.

Nathan placed a hand under her head and pulled her up to a sitting position. "Better?" He asked. Shelly smiled and nodded, then let out a surprised breath as she was pulled into a tight embrace. "I thought I lost you, Shel..." He whispered, squeezing her tighter against him. Shelly sighed happily as she returned the gesture with a large smile on her face.

"I thought you did too, Sir." She whispered back, pulling back so their eyes were now meeting. Nathan hadn't done this with her in so long. So long, in fact that it seemed like this was the first time they were expressing their feelings to one another. Nathan wished he knew what would have come next.

A loud roar snapped them back to reality. Nathan turned to see the Covenant ship begin to lurch forward, climbing higher into the sky. Shelly grabbed the bomb and handed it to him. "Go get 'em, sir." She smiled, pushing him off.

Nathan placed his helmet back on quickly and activated his jetpack. Shelly shielded her eyes as he took flight, launching quickly into the air with force. She smiled softly and gave a slight salute. "Go get 'em and come back home..." she whispered, eying her friend's form grow smaller and smaller.

The Corvette was slow to move at first, but was picking up speed quickly. Nathan pushed his jetpack to the limits, flying faster and faster towards hit target. The G's tugged at his skin painfully, as he approached the hull of the craft. His eyes were shut in pain as he reached his hand out for the craft. His hands brush against smooth metal as he tried to reach the gravity lift's hole. That was the only viable entrance he could use. He fought frantically to try and gain purchase on the slippery smooth hull as she ship began to lurch away from him.

"Oh no you don't!" He grunted, squeezing his hands tight, but still finding no purchase. Finally, just as the ship was about to elude his grasp, his hand caught on one of the communication antennas. Nathan could feel the G's increasing as he held onto the ship. His arm was nearly ripped off when his jetpack ran out of fuel.

Nathan was nowhere near the ship's Gravity lift. In fact, a quick look at the schematics on his HUD indicated that he was closer to the engine room than anything else.

"Come on... there's got to be a way in..." Nathan thought, running through the schematics again, looking at underlying structures and layouts. He spotted one little flawed area, the drop pod racks beneath the bottom of the ship. It was only shielded from fast moving objects, such as AA rounds or rockets. A person could easily slip through the opening if he so chose to.

Nathan crawled his way across the belly of the ship as it cleared the upper atmosphere. Nothing but stars and the hull of the ship filled his view. He could see the drop pod openings coming into view. Just a few more feet and-

He reached out with all his might as his hand found purchase. Then his other hand found it's grip on the inside of the ship. Nathan sighed in relief as he pulled himself into the belly of the beast.

He did a quick check over of his equipment. He still had the bomb strapped to his back, but he was severely lacking on the weapons. All Nathan had was his sidearm with one spare clip. Not the greatest armament to have when raiding a hostile, alien ship.

Nathan keyed his mic on as he scanned the room. "Team? Guys, I'm in." He whispered, thumbing the safety off on his pistol. He received no reply. The ship must have been jamming his signal. Nathan cursed to himself as he slowly made his way down the corridor towards the bridge.

He entered one of the doors and continued down a rapidly slopped hallway. It was odd; it was set up like it was expecting a firefight, but there was nothing there. The welcoming party must have been in the fire control room, which was just on the other side of the next door. Nathan prepared himself for the firefight to come as the door slowly slid open.

Nothing. This room was prepared for a fight, but empty of soldiers as well. Nathan sighed heavily and kicked one of the turret controls. "Hey! I'm on your ship! Why the hell aren't you coming to fight me!? Are you scared?!" He taunted, firing a shot into another turret control panel. Still, no Covenant came to stop him.

Nathan let out a grunt of frustration as he continued onto the bridge. Every hall and room he went through then proceeded through the last hallway to the bridge. He should have been relieved that their was no resistance from the Covenant, but all he could feel was angry. He wanted a good old firefight. Something he understood, something that he was good at. Being alone in a Covenant Corvette with no enemy in sight was just nerve wracking.

Nathan knew though that the next room would yield results. Beyond the next door was the bridge. If the crew was smart, they would have all huddled onto the bridge for a massive defense. No way could they take on a Spartan spread thin through the ship. Nathan made sure there was a round in the chamber as he approached the controls for the door. Taking a deep breath, he tapped a button on the control panel and the door slowly slid open.

As soon as the doors opened, a Gold armored Elite charged, bearing it's energy blade. It let out a roar as it swung it down on the Spartan. Nathan ducked as the energy blade wizzed by, nearly taking off his head. The Elite went for a second attack, but Nathan grabbed it's arm, snapping it on his leg. The Elite roared in agony and released the sword, but, before the weapons overrides could kick in, Nathan grabbed it out of mid air and sliced the Elites head clean off. Nathan readied himself for the coming fire firefight as he aimed his pistol into the room.

Nothing.

The bridge was totally devoid of life. Not a Grunt, a Jackal, not even an Engineer in sight. Nathan hesitantly walked in, setting his audible receptors to full, seeing if he could hear anything. Still nothing. Satisfied, the Spartan holstered his weapons, heading for the center of the bridge. He took the bomb off his back and began to set the time. He figured a two minute timer would give him enough time to escape the ship and be home in time to see the Covenant off of Reach.

Swish

Nathan barely heard it in time and ducked out of the way. The sword came down and sliced the bomb in two. He quickly got to his feet to avoid a second strike, only to see nothing but a floating sword in front of him.

The Elite holding the weapon garbled at the intruder as it deactivated its stealth unit. It was the same damn white armored Elite from earlier. Nathan let out a growl of anger as her grabbed the sword from his hip, turning it on with a loud swish. The bright light of the sword filled his vision as he glared at the monster before him.

The Elite charged, Nathan meeting the charge with his own. Nathan had been trained in sword fighting, and it was one of the only tests he ever failed miserably at. He blocked the attacks, but that's about all he could do. He didn't know how to strike back, except swish, swish, stab. So that's what he did, and he nearly lost his mid section for it.

A clean cut now dominated Nathan's chest plate, sending alarms blaring in his ears and him falling to the floor in pain. The Elite laughed and kicked the dazed man into one of the control panels.

The Elite poised its blade and dove into the air, going for a death strike. Nathan smiled and rolled off the panel just as the Elite's sword struck. Nathan looked over to see the panel sparking as the ship began blaring a warning signal. Nathan couldn't understand a word of the alien language. Maybe it was time he learned.

Nathan could hear the hull resonating with thumps, then the sound of plasma cutters being activated. The Covenant were trying to slice their way into this doomed vessel. The Elite, who had noticed that reinforcements were on their way as well, began the fight again, bringing both its fists down in a hard strike. Nathan side stepped, whipping his fist at the beast. Fist fighting was something Nathan was good at. He wasn't exactly the toughest fighter, but he knew how to throw his weight around.

Nathan's knuckles connected with the Elites jaw, sending it shuffling backwards. While it was dazed, the Spartan ran forward, headbutting the Elite in the process.

The Elite's legs buckled as it collapsed to the deck. Nathan took out his pistol, finally about to finish the job, a job he wanted to do since he was seven years old. Finally, this monster would pay for what it did to him for so long; what it continued to do. It plagued his mind every time he slept. But, no more. Now it was time for it to die.

The ship suddenly lurched, sending Nathan careening to the floor. Nathan could feel the engines beneath the decks work harder and faster. "Oh, no no no no no!" He yelled, running to the control panel. The ship was going to enter slipspace with a damaged navigational computer!

Nathan couldn't do a thing to stop it. The ship entered slipspace, but not like any slipspace Nathan had felt before. Mainly because it threw the Spartan into the far wall at over one-hundred and fifty miles per hour.

Then everything went dark

Author's Note

If you're wondering what the Spartans look like, then here's a list of Halo Reach armor selections they wear: Now adding Halo 4 styles so you can make them there as well. :D

Nathan:
REACH:
Armor color- all sage.
Helmet- Security.
Shoulders- Mark V (L&R).
Chest- Security.
Knee guards- FJ/Para.
Visor- Gold.
Utility- Tactical/Trauma kit.
Wrist- Assault/Breacher.
HALO 4: (Note: Some pieces are from the Champions bundle pack)
Helmet: Operator
Torso: Mark VI
Shoulder (L&R): Mark V
Forearms: Mark V
Legs: Outer-Mark V
Visor: Legendary

Shelly:
REACH:
Armor color- all Ice.
Helmet- Pilot.
Shoulders- UA/Multi-threat (L&R).
Chest- Collar/Breacher.
Knee guards- Gungnir.
Visor- Silver.
Utility- Tactical/ Hard case.
Wrist- UA/Buckler.
HALO 4:
Helmet: Strider (or Rogue if you don't have Strider)
Torso: Soldier
Shoulder (L&R): Orbital
Forearm: Contoured
Legs: Contoured
Visor: Frost

Cam:
REACH:
Armor color- All Maroon
Helmet- JFO
Shoulders- Left-JFO

Right- Hazop
Chest- Hp/Parafoil
Knee- Default
Visor- Blue
Utility- UA/Chobham
Wrist- Tactical/Tacpad
HALO 4:
Helmet: Defender
Torso: Air Assault
Shoulder left: Defender
Shoulder Right: Warrior
Forearms: Mark IV
Legs: Over-locking
Visor: Recruit

Bill:
REACH:
Armor color- Main-Steal

Secondary- Olive
Helmet- Scout HU/RS
Shoulders- Sniper (L&R)
Chest- Tactical/Patrol
Knee- Default
Visor- Black
Utility- Tactical/Softcase
Wrist- Tactical/UGPS
HALO 4:
Helmet: Scout
Torso: Recon
Shoulders (L&R): Scout
Forearms: Inner-plated
Legs: Mark IV
Visor: Midnight

Issac:
REACH:
Armor Color- Main- Silver

Secondary- Ice
Helmet- EVA UA/HUL[3]
Shoulders- Left- Commando

Right- Security
Chest- Collar/Grenadier
Knee- Grenadier
Visor- Gold
Utility- UA/NxRA
Wrist- UA Bracer
HALO 4:
Helmet: EVA
Torso: Hazop
Shoulder Left: Commando
Shoulder Right: Scout
Forearms: Outer-plated
Legs: LG-50 Bulk
Visor: Legendary

(Same colors from Reach to Halo 4)