Team Winter: After Wars

The First Dawn

Necessity drives all manner of life.

As is the way the universe works. For Spartan 447 "Kibbles" this was always true.

Having such a bright future ripped away is horrible for anyone, and at the age Spartan Kibbles was when his was ripped, it stuck with him enough to propell him through the Spartan III Program. Having emerged at the other side of his training he can still recount many nights running sims while the rest were content with their training. He often spent every second of his personal time perfecting strategys and entertaining the idea of tinkering weapons and utilities. This alone made him stand out and although there were clear favourites in Gamma Company, Spartan Kibbles soon got his own assignment.Team Winter.

This is why he's here, sitting in his quarters in Team Winter's lifeless base, staring at papers he's never had the luxury to stare at until now. They're History papers. The every recorded moment of unique soldiers that would soon be his. Truth be told he was still in shock when he found they were skipping ranks for this Spartan so he could command this force. Which explains why there's a Spartan II among the soldier files.

Everything was black and white, both on paper and in his head. He talked himself through it and even though every word seems fabricated he knows that, in it's own way, it'll work out. Not only did Team Winter get it's base and extended team, but it seems that they've been given command of a frigate, all for the team. Spartan Kibbles sits back in his chair, his ONI issued shirt crumpling as he slides down a little bit against the back.

"Commander Kibbles." The voices reverbation making the words final.

----The First Dawn---- (POV Switch from here on out. First Person.)

The day was surreal. The engines whirring keeping the Pelican static in the sky. Every pair of boots dropping onto the ground from the Pelican sounded very real. I watched as first the ODST's dropped out of the back, followed by the Spartans (With the iconic Mark VI Armor coming out last). What I didn't expect was the Sanghelli. They gave me no reports, nor did they give me any sort of warning. As far as I could tell, none of the soldiers seemed to mind sharing the drill floor space, which leads me to believe that either the flight was long or they'd gotten real comfortable before hand.

"Your heart rate spiked Commander, is there a problem?" A voice in my head pipes up energetically. Right, the AI. Damn thing can be so silent sometimes.

"No, However nobody told me I'd be leading a Sanghelli join team" I admit to the AI. To the groups credit the formed up immediately out of the bird, such discipline is rare in.. well the Corps anymore since the Human-Covenant War. I stand centered on the formation.

"At ease! It's only the first day so I want to set the record straight. I am no different than the rest of you aside from when I give an order. We came from the same Corps. As your Commander I will ensure that each of you will have a place in this team. The only conflicts that I know of are off planet, but I want you to look left and right. Each soldier standing beside you. Half Spartans, Half ODST's and then a Sanghelli. The missions we'll receive will be unique and we WILL have to adapt to the situation. As of the moment I'm going to give the command, and you can take your personal gear to the barracks. Welcome to your new home Team Winter." I take a breath and look at the still formation before I take the position of attention. "Team! Attention!"

Everyone aside from the Sanghelli snaps together, I smirk under my visor. "Fall out!" I call, taking a step back before watching them disperse into their own objective. Hopefully I can pull them together into one team. We'll see.