October 4, 2552
UNSC Say My Name, Earth
Low orbit, above New Mombasa, Kenya
3rd P.O.V.
Echoing steps ricocheted off of the metal floor. The sound went up-and-down the hallway, allowing the ship to sound empty but the person. A grey armour coloured human linked to the sound of the heavy steps.
Standing at 7 feet, the person walked down the hall at a slow pace. It was normal for being as tall as they were. 'Super-soldier', or SPARTANs, is the term for their kind. A great help to humanity and their Civil War with the alien species called the 'Covenant'.
The orange visour reflected the blue light from the holographic data pad they held. Behind the piece of plastic, blue-ish grey eyes scanned the black text.
Two beeps inside the helmet stopped the SPARTAN in their tracks. Holding the item in one hand, another reached up and pressed a button on the side of their helmet. After walking for a few minutes, they arrived at their destination to a door.
A crimson glow told the SPARTAN that the door was locked. The scanner near their right hip told them it requested a card to enter. Reaching into a black pouch on their right hip, they searched for the item. Pulling their hand out, a single white card rested between their index finger and thumb.
The scanner did its job, highlighting the card with a blue line before it beeped twice in acceptance. Upon hearing the beeping, the SPARTAN placed the card back into the pouch and sealed it shut. The red light flicked to a neon green as the grey door hissed open.
Stepping through, the SPARTAN waited for the door to hiss shut and pop back into a lock. Upon hearing the pop, they continued forward into the room.
"New recruit?" A young male voice pipped up, alerting the SPARTAN that they were not alone. Far from alone in fact.
Turning their head towards the source of the voice, the SPARTAN recalled on the files they received about the team. Michael Crespo; Mickey is what his teammates called him.
"Well, it is a SPARTAN, isn't it?" A more mature, but young, voice retorted.
Changing their attention towards the new voice, the leader of the ODST squad came into view. Edward Buck, or just Buck by the teams naming.
"Why a SPARTAN? Could they not send for another ODST?" A different voice spoke up, sounding bored and annoyed at the same time. Kojo Agu, or Romeo for short.
Before the SPARTAN could speak up, the last one answered for her.
"Because ONI gave them us under classified Intel, Romeo. I wouldn't mess with them if I were you," an older voice spoke back. Taylor Henry Miles, best known as Dutch in the group.
Romeo gave an annoyed sigh, shaking his head in defeat.
Dismissing what had happened, the SPARTAN handed over the data pad towards Buck.
Turning the data pad on, Buck scanned the words. "Name is unknown, birth date, and even battles," Buck grumbled, trying to find something useful.
"So, they are a mystery then?" Dutch spoke up upon hearing Buck list the things.
Buck nodded his head before sighing. "Just a code-name, gender, height, mass, rank, and their tag," Buck replied. He tossed the data pad over towards Dutch.
Staying silent for a solid minute, Dutch glanced back up to the SPARTAN. "They call you Ghost, is that correct?" Dutch inquired, pushing himself up off of the table he somewhat sat on.
Nodding their head, the SPARTAN gave a thumbs up.
"Well, she is quite something," Dutch added, tossing the object back to Buck. "From what I gathered, you did kill quite a bit of Marines, ODST's, and even some civilians."
Ghost tightened her fists, but remained in her spot.
"Wait, wait, wait," Mickey spoke up, waving his left hand in front of him. "So, you mean that we have her, a murderer," he began, waving his hand towards Ghost. "On our team?" Mickey concluded, his hand falling back down onto his left knee.
"Do not call me that," Ghost growled in reply to the name the ODST gave her.
Mickey scoffed, "What I can tell, you are one."
Feeling that he finally stayed over the line too long, Ghost stood two feet in front of the ODST in two steps. "You best watch yourself, Private, or you might join the list," Ghost whispered, refraining
Gulping, the ODST nodded his head as Ghost stepped back away.
Sighing, Ghost already knew she would have problems with the Private First Class ODST. Stepping back from the man, she stood at full attention again. "Is that everything, sir?" Ghost questioned, her attention turned towards Buck.
Buck shook his head, paying slight attention towards the data pad. "You seem familiar, Ghost," Buck added, a small hum leaving him.
"Back on Reach?" Ghost answered, unsure herself.
"Yeah... Weren't you with the Noble Team at the time? Back at New Alexandria, correct?" Buck pipped back, his full attention towards the SPARTAN.
Ghost nodded her head, "Correct. I aided Six by getting you and your team out of Nomolos Tower."
Buck nodded his head, "I remember now. Lost some good SPARTANs to that planet."
Ghost nodded, noticing the whole team fixed on the conversation between the two. "Noble Team followed orders and filled them to the end. Despite the obvious risks," Ghost began. Crossing her arms, she continued. "I only hope that this team does not meet their end."
Buck sighed, deactivating the data pad. "Well, that's it for now. Everyone may do as they please until further announcements."
With that, everyone dispersed to their own business aboard the ship.
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