Hey guys! Dynomite here! This story has been through so many revisions. I originally wanted it to be a story that takes place decades after the Halo series, I wanted it to be completely separate from the Halo canon. Now this is an alternate timeline. After seeing so many lore videos of Halo, I just can't help but put my two cents into the story. So much wasted potential, and possibilities I could try out that not a lot of people thought of. Not to mention using some underutilized characters, and ideas people don't touch on. But consider this just a simple story that escalates into a story of fate. Hope you enjoy.

Log 0110

Message to Dr. Tandem

From Unknown

I finished with the full scan of the suit, and it is confirmed that it is 100% on point with our blueprints. Just in time before the Covenant reached this area. It is unfortunate that all the ONI specialists are all dead, but they don't suspect the suits full capabilities. Now what's left to do is for the Specter to arrive. Thanks to his previous augmentations, his chance of survival would be 75%. Assuming he doesn't do anything foolish. I will have my sentinel make sure he goes to where he needs to be. By now he should be awake. I assume ONI is going to be asking questions about our pet project. So if I may suggest, we should completely cut all our connections until we can find ourselves in Reach. After everything we've done, we are in the most dangerous phase of our plans. I only hope that we succeed, before 2552. A time point where all of life hinges on us. We must do this right this time.

Chapter 1:

Specter

Planet Harvest: 2530

It was beginning to snow. Not heavy, but small flakes are falling. The glassing was getting worse. The air is beginning to become more pale. He heard of how the Covenant glassing effects a planet. He found himself fortunate that he survived this long. Not to mention good clothes he found on the abandoned stores, which are becoming to look like rags right now. But all that will change, once his food runs out. Wild life began to die out, as his rations are limited. He walks around his cave, trying thinking about what to try next. His ration, pig hide, or fish. There is a few pig hides, and plenty of rations. He chose Fish for today. He was beginning to grow tired of the same food. After missing the evacuations, he felt hiding out from plain sight as the most sure way of surviving was to stay out of the way, and wait. Wait for what, he is unsure. But just running around with no direction, with killer aliens roaming around, its best to play it safe. Even if there is hope of escape that way.

As he bites down on his chopped up fish, he recollects remnants of his past. For him, his past was the thing he never wants to go. Yet its the only place he can go now. There is no one here. Only memories of his childhood. He could hear gun shots. See caskets. Feel pain. As if the memories was about to kill him, he was almost relieved to hear something outside. He quietly looks over to see two small aliens with large arms, and gas masks. Its skin was bumpy, and wide. What gets his attention though was the little guys leader. A large alien, that trumps any human. It has a distinguish blue armor, and revels its face, with four sharp mandibles, and reptilian yellow eyes. He looks around, looking for something. The blue alien are known as Elites, while the smaller guys are known as Grunts. Lets say, appropriate names.

His instincts say he should strike. They are no doubt looking for survivors, and kill them. This was like in all the alien invasion movies he seen, but on a grander scale. Like a mix of War of the Worlds, with Predator, and the Empire from Star Wars. If that is not the most frightening description for an alien force, then he doesn't know what is. But the survivor has no intention of dying now. But judging for how long they have been hunting, they are not going anywhere, and its only a matter of time before he is found.

He would sneak out and bring an army rifle known as a DMR. Semi-Automatic. M39. Not his favorite choice, but its simple enough for him to use. Not to mention a scope for him to use. Which he uses to spy on his unwanted guests. He inspects the aliens further, noticing how flimsy and clumsy the Grunts are. He would play around with their emotions by shooting two rounds, creating loud sounds that startle the two Grunts. The squealing sounds they make really amuse the survivor. The Elite was annoyed by the Grunts and kicks them to get them to stop. He lets out worting sounds, commanding them to look for the one who made the sounds. They split up, which works in the survivors favor. He crawls around and decides to save his bullets for the Elite. He is aware of how resilient and tough they are. He sneaks up on the oblivious Grunts and snap their necks very easily. He now has one Elite to deal with.

He approaches it, ready to use a knife he found off a dead marine. Once he leaps for the kill, he gets smacked down to the ground. He didn't expect the aliens reflexes to be that fast. The Elite would look down on his attacker and brings out a glowing weapon that brought two energy blades that are both symmetrically curved. He roars to the skies as he gets ready to execute this human, until his head suddenly bursts into purple blood splattering to the ground. Not too far is his body, with a loud thud. The survivor then see's the one responsible. It looked human, with black armor, and even a black visor. It looked like an ODST soldier, but there was something about its movements that look automated.

"Uuuh...what?" Confusion is apparent in the survivors tone. He gets up, feeling only a few scrapes. "Didn't think you guys are still around."

The ODST then spoke in a very robotic filter. "FOLLOW_ME." He turns around and walks away.

The bewildered one tried to process that. "Um...okay." He took one quick shrug and follows his savior. "So where are we going man?" Trying to socialize with this stranger. Being alone for years in the wilderness would tempt him to it. "Not much of a talker? Don't really like those personally...but its fine." They keep on walking through low levels of the ground, then they go through a save that goes even lower underground. "So...is this some shelter?" They go through a hallway filled with bright blue lights around the walls. As they enter a large room, they see a single computer, and a desk. Other than that, it was almost completely empty. He looks around, wondering what is the point of this room. "So...is this my very own panic room? I'm flattered, but I think I'm going to need more than...this to survive. Unless there's some hidden rooms with a fridge or...guns or..." He notices the robotic soldier already using the computer.

He presses on keyboards faster than any human he saw, and before he can speak, the wall on the left then opens, revealing a large, black capsule. It opens revealing a suit of armor, steel black, with green on the forearms, and knee parts of the suit. He can only describe the suit as a very different version of armor he seen in the UNSC's super soldiers. "WEAR_IT." The ODST then collapses.

"Uh...buddy? You alright?" Then a spark came out of the ODST's neck, revealing circuitry on its neck. He checks on the body, and sees that there is not human inside. "A real robot?" He never seen any UNSC robot actually working, and has only more questions. But there is nothing here to answer him. Only the suit that the robot told him to wear. He walks up to it and stares face to face on its visor. A very clean silver color. It shines bright, making him think of his past. The past that he never speaks or thinks of anymore. But his past calls on him. The pain he went through. The training, the augmentations, the pain, the truth...Then he turns to the computer, and notices text.

PRESS_Z_TO_OPEN

Without hesitating, he presses the key and the suit opens on its on. He enters, and the armor wraps around his body. And once it was done, the helmet slowly descends over his head. Years of normal life is over. His past is now his present, and future. He is a Spartan once again.

System Boost

Armor Functions Activate:

Helmet: Grenadier

Chest: HP/HALO

Shoulders: FJ/PARA

Knees: FJ/PARA

Armor Systems: Green

The hub begins to materialize, with many texts and messages were unnoticed due to how fast they come and go. But then the familiar whining sound lets out, and on the top of his head of the hub shows a blue gauge getting full. He slowly moves his foot, then the other, beginning to walk around. He could feel each step have weight, and even feel the floor slightly bent once he puts more weight into one step. "This is neat..."

Then a beep can be heard. [Greetings. I have been waiting for you.]

"What the-?!" He gets startled, almost jumping. "Who said that?!"

[That would be me. I am an A.I that is implemented inside this suit your wearing. You may call me Arcade.]

"Arcade? What, you have tons of games in you? Would make things less boring." The Spartan checks his hands, then notice there is some dust on his chest plate.

[Actually no. I am an Artificial Intelligence implemented on the suit your wearing. A prototype of a new line of MJOLNIR Spartan Armor. The current one being Mark IV, this one improves on holding an Artificial Intelligence, energy shields, and a cloaking device that...] As he speaks of more of the abilities, the Spartan cleans his chest plate, as he looks around if there is any more things to do rather than listening to this A.I.

"Yeah, yeah. Sounds fancy. Now how do I get out of here?"

[This facility has something you might need. Follow the navigator.]

A blue arrow appears on the head of the silver visor. "Okay. Good start. So why am I here exactly? I'm guessing you made that robot."

[Inaccurate. I do work for the one who built the robot that saved you.]

"I wouldn't say saved but sure. What is this armor? Why am I in this suit?"

[I can not reveal everything just yet. But you have been given an important role. No one knows of your existence, along with this prototype suit. You and this suit are given a code word: Specter. The reason...is to help the UNSC, and find a group ready for something bigger. Bigger than the Covenant.]

"And what's that?" The Spartan couldn't help but be lost in this. But is wondering of this force bigger than the Covenant.

[I can not say. We must focus on survival. We can't have anymore distractions.]

He lets out a small laugh. "Heh...I happen to be easily distracted. So I don't know about that. The armor seems kick ass, but doing as I told was never my strongest suite."

[I'm sure we'll get along. We do share a body now.]

"I don't recall inviting you in." He then stops to see a door in his way on the arrow's destination.

[I suggest getting as much as you can. Something that will better help you.]

The spartan opens the door to see an armory filled with guns all over the walls. From rifles, to rocket launchers, to shotguns, to all kinds of pistols. The one named Specter was in awe. "Oooooh...I think I'll enjoy this..."

He grabs the assault rifle with 60 ammo count on it, then two pistols he put on his hips. He then grabs a Shotgun and puts it on his back, which the suit magnetized on it. He grabs as much ammo, as he puts some on his waist part of the suit, and abdomen part of the suit. He puts ammo on the rifle with a few clicks that made his body tense up. [I detect a lot of adrenaline through your body. You enjoy this. Don't you?]

The Spartan takes a good look on his Assault Rifle. "I have a lot of stress I was waiting to let out. I'm rusty. I'm going to have to take this suit for a test drive. Don't you think?"

[I agree. But I suggest we try to focus on trying to survive, and find the location of certain technology hidden in this planet before anyone else finds it. We should also plan to leave the planet as soon as we can before we stay any lo-]

"Yeah yeah. I get it. One thing at a time alright? So...we put this suit to the test?"

[I suppose so.]

The Specter then walks out with a purpose. "Okay, any alien close by?"

[A few miles to the north.]

The darkly clad super soldier then exits the underground facility and rises to the surface. He notices the arrow is back and it points him to the north. He walks towards the wasteland. "What are we dealing with?"

[6 Unggoy, and 4 Kig-Yars.]

"Huh?" He then see's something beyond the horizon and takes cover.

[Although in your terms. 6 Grunts and 4 Jackels. 2 of said Jackels are are holding Type-31 Needle Carbines.]

Then things are becoming clear. "Alright. That's more like it." He sneaks around the near-by city. With little buildings standing. "Pfft...Grunts. Easy pickings." He whispers. He sneaks around the area, using the debris. He finds the closest Grunt, then grabs its head, and easily snaps it around. "Heh..." He would continue recon, recalling his spartan training he repressed over the years. The pain is now replaced with inner joy. The next Grunt gets a knife to the neck, which he stabs as deep as he can. The Grunts begin to notice their numbers are thinning out. Before they could panic, they hear a shotgun blast, one of their Jackals get blasted into pieces. The Grunts scream in terror as bullets spread to their bodies, with blue blood spraying to the floor. The Spartan reloads his Assault Rifle on pure instinct, as if he has known this all his life. The training locked in his brain is now unleashed. He hated the childhood he was given, but he loves this thrill. How he got it he can't recall now, but it hardly matters to him. Not right now. Defiantly not now. The little aliens tried to run, but they weren't fast enough. He then notices one of them still alive, bleeding.

"(Pl-Please! Spare me!)"

He puts his Assault Rifle on the ground. "Calm down. I'm not going to kill you." He calmly says.

"(R-Really?!)"

He points his pistol at his head. "No." He shoots, splattering blue blood on the ground. As he picks up his favored rifle from the ground, noticing blood on it.

As he cleans his gun, Arcade blinks on his Hub. [Was that necessary?]

"Yeah it was. They would have done the same."

[Still unnecessary.]

"Whatever. We're fighting waves of killer aliens here. I'm going to get bored if its going to be just Grunts and Jackal-" Before he could finish, something his his back. It made him wince in pain, and jump for cover in a panic as he gets shot at more. He readies his Assault Rifle. "What was that?!" He then notices pink needles stuck on his arm, but it doesn't seem to not be really sticking onto his arm, but something stopped it before it could make contact. Then he notices a blue light that stopped the needle. Then it disintegrates. "And what was that?"

[A needle carbine. Would have stuck through your armor if not for your energy shield.]

"Neat. Not so neat is that lizard face over there." He tries to take a good look of the sniper, but goes back to hiding after almost getting hit by another needle.

[Actually, this is the opportunity for one of the suits more unique implementations.]

"What are you on about now?" The Spartan asks in annoyance.

[Activating Active Camo ability.] Then the Spartan begins to shift out of sight.

"Wait, what?" He looks at his body. It was now see through.

[This is the Active Camouflage. Not exactly perfected, but thanks to my input, I made sure your not seen, as long as you don't do any sudden movements.]

"Hm..." He then slowly walks over fallen debris to maneuver the snipers eye sight. The jackal looks around to see if he has snuffed out the demon. However, its body is nowhere to be seen. It gets confused, wondering it ran away. However, it felt two hands grab his head, and before he could even resist, the head snaps easily with one swing. "Ha ha! I was like a ghost to that bird brain! This is awesome!"

[I would say you are a true Specter to him.]

"You really desperate to call me that, are you?" Feeling his mood dying down.

[There is a radio near-by, I suggest we check if there is any activity that could grant us a ride out of the planet.]

"I second that." He goes to find said radio.

[Now put my chip into the contents of the machine.]

"Chip?" He was directed to the helmets back component. He takes a good look on the small chip. "Huh...so that's you?"

[Only a fragment of me. But I'll get it to work.] Grim then puts the chip in the radio. [One moment. I'll have to work with primitive technology after all."] After a few seconds, the hub then lights up with a loading bar that would load up until it was full. [I am in. I detect a transmission already in progress.]

"That's great. Lets hear it!" Showing enthusiasm.

The transmission gets heard. [Dispatching a rescue craft. All active units respond immediately.]

"Huh, you weren't kidding. We just got our ride."

The duel transmission. This time a female voice can be heard. [Team Gamma here. Roger that. We are completely surrounded.] [Copy that marine. We're dispatching a rescue ship into your location. But I'm afraid we can't give you curb size service. Sending coordinates for extraction point.]

"Well that's just great..."

[I can always give you the same coordinates to make it easier.]

[Wait a sec...] [What?] [I know that voice. Is that you?] Grim wondered if this was some couple reuniting like some soup opera. Before he would roll his eyes on that concept...[Daisy...Its you isn't?] [Oh...Ralph...]

"What?! Daisy?! Ralph?! They're here?!"

[I'm assuming you know those two.] There was a silence. The Spartan knew those two. Back then. He thought it was going to be a smooth ride out of the planet. But now it became more apparent that the past is catching up to him.

That's it! This was a long time coming ever since I thought of a Halo story 10 years ago. I like to know what you think of this so far, cause I am planning a lot of stuff for this story. I hope to go through this story fast, unlike my other fics. Hope you enjoy this, and thank you for reading. Also some feedback will defiantly help out.