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Hostile Contact

"Hostile contact!" I jolt awake to loud voices shouting nearby, and guns firing. It's dark around, but I can still see. It looks like I'm in some sort of frozen cave. I get up off the ground and wander towards the noise. I emerge into chaos. There are many strange orange and silver humanoid robots and four tall men and women clad in power armor, all exchanging bullets, grenades, and punches. The power suited ones are dominating. They fire precise shots, and throw well placed grenades. They destroy the horde of robots quickly. Each robot flashes brighter orange and disintegrate into the air when they die. Suddenly the power suits turn their guns on me. "Hey!" I shout. I reflexively teleport to the fallen robots and pick up one of their guns. It's small, must be some sort of handgun. It glows orange in some spots, and small pieces of the gun are floating around it. I point it towards the power suits. "Put that down, kid, you don't know what you're doing." Says one of them. He seems to be the leader. He has a dark grey suit, with a blue visor. He holds a strange assault rifle up at me. The shape of the gun is not the same gun shape and type as the guns where I come from, but it does look familiar.  "Who are you? What am I doing here? What were those things?" I ask, my aim not wavering. "My name is Spartan Jameson Locke. This is my team, Osiris." He explains. "Spartan? You're spartans?" I ask. "Clary told me about spartans." "I don't know who that is. I need you to put the gun down, though." I decide to trust them, and I lower my gun. But I keep it in my hand. "What were those things?" I ask. "You don't know? Those were Promethian soldiers." He explains. "How the hell'd did a civilian get out here?" On of the other Spartan's asks. He has light grey armor with a green visor. "Civilian! I'm far from a civilian. It's not an official title, but some call me a general, of sorts." I say. "General? General of what?" A female spartan asks. She has nice, red armor with a blue, V-shaped visor. "General of the Endromic Fighters, of course. Like I said, it's not an official title. Everyone is kinda equal in Endromidus. But most everyone will listen when I say something. I'm a role model, I guess. Sometimes people call me a hero, but I disagree." The Spartans look at each other. "Listen, come with us. We'll take you away from here and back to a populated planet." Says Locke. "Wait, we're not on earth?" I ask."Of course not. This is a highly dangerous war zone. There are promethians and Covenant everywhere." He says. Covenant? As if on cue some aliens come from over a ridge. They shout something and start firing at us. "Elites!" I shout.  Me and the spartans hold up our weapons and start firing. This gun is very strange and fires orange bullets, three at a time, that move a lot slower than they should, but home in on my targets. I end up taking out one of the elites while the Spartans handle the others before I get the chance. It's been a while since I've fought the Covenant. We've drawn the attention of more Covenant now. Grunts, jackals, and elites start pouring over the ridge and firing at us. I teleport to cover and fire around the corner. With the spartan's help, we make quick work of them. No more Covenant show up. "You can handle yourself in a fight." Says a woman. She's the only spartan I haven't heard from yet. She has white and blue armor. "I've never used a gun like this before, but it's easy enough to figure out. "Come on, we have to call the pelican to pick us up." Says Locke. I start following him away, but suddenly I have an idea. I stick the gun in my waistband and teleport to the corpses up on the ridge. I rummage through the snow and find a few weapons. I studied the Covenant weapons on my last adventure into the future. But never thought of taking any home. I don't know how I'm here, but I know an opportunity when I see one. The scientists could study this stuff. I could even donate it to the rest of the world once we've figured it out. It would send humanity forward hundreds of years. I grab a plasma pistol and put it with the other gun. I pick up a carbine, and a strange long blue gun. I take the shield module off of a jackal's arm, and stick a plasma grenade in my pocket. My arms are full now, though, so I have to stop picking stuff up. The spartans have been watching me this whole time. I teleport back down to them. How strange, they don't seem too fazed by my teleportation. They've just taken it in stride. "What's all that for?" Asks the guy in the light grey suit. "Research." I say.
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After flying back into space, we dock with a huge ship called the Infinity. As I'm speaking with some other people, suddenly I start glowing, then I feel as if I'm flying around in a tornado. Then I'm suddenly standing in one if the many rooms in the military base under Endromidus. "What the hell!?" I shout. I stumble back and bump against the wall. I drop my salvaged equipment when I hit the wall. In the room with me is the time wizard who sent me into the future last time, Serena, and my dad. "How'd it go?" Serena asks. "What?" I'm bewildered. "The future. You wanted to go back to to future for some stuff, so we got this guy to send you. I see you have some cool looking weapons." She says. "We planned that?" I ask. "Yeah." "I woke up in an ice cave on another planet. I don't remember planning that. Normally I would be in the same spot, but just in the future." I say. "I don't know, but it worked. You went to the future, you got some stuff, and now our scientists can start their research. That's what you wanted, right?" "Yeah, I guess." And that's that.

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