Bad Company (A Halo Story)

The Line.

Here I stand, in the longest line there is, like purgatory, myself and hundreds of other marines stand, tired and covered in mud, we stand waiting to get our Leave notice so we can go home....or most marines are, I'm here to get my letter of transfer. We are on Fallout, a planet close to Earth recently turned into a colony planet, A Pelican (Cover for this chapter) troop carriers tough and sturdy but not capable of slip space. Lands full of pink shards along the glass cockpit, the doors open and Spartans step out, there Armour full of burn marks or plasma damage, there helmets vary with different colored visors, they stand at least eight feet tall and these are the best of the best, the hardest there ever was or will be. All of us stand trying not to gawp as they walk past us This was bad company, Spartans are made to be soldiers from the age of ten they get put under every day experiments to make them better, it's rare to even see there faces,When Reach fell the Spartan program stopped but it recently got started up again. Before I knew it my name got called and there was the golden slip with my name, serial number, blood type and next of kin.

I made my way to Bad Company's quarters, knocking on the door, it opened and the tallest spartan I ever saw opened it. "Yes?" A deep voice came from the helmeted man,

"I'm Private Jackson...I'm the new squad member" I gulped having to arch my head back to look up at the man

He bellowed laughing out loud and pulled me inside the living room type area, "This is the new Rookie" I smiled looking around the room then a blue armored Spartan walked up to me.

"He hasn't even got any armor or training......I'm Sky." Her visor clicked off its color so it was see through revealing a set of bright blue eyes her arm extended, her hand shaking mine then she pointed to the others. First came a green armored spartan sat sharpening knives "Thats Flinch" Flinch raises a hand waving to me, then Sky pointed to the big man who had greeted me "You've already met Spartacus" He chuckled taking off his helet and shaking my hand, His emerald eyes shimmering like Skys. A spartan in jet black matte armor sat on a window cill looking down over Fallout, the but of his sniper rifle on the floor and the end of his barrel against his shoulder "Thats Deadshot" I smirked and walked over to him.

"Hey I heard about you, you never miss" I smiled holding my hand out, Deadshot stayed in the exact same position.

"Sorry he doesn't talk anymore, or really get on with others" I nodded muttering 'sorry' Another spartan entered the room in a hot rod red color, she took her helmet off revealing hazel eyes and blonde hair. She instantly walked over to me and shook my hand

"And I'm Crow, the last one of this suicide squad" She half laughed, I couldn't help but notice how young they all looked.

"It's a pleasure to meet you all...but I don't mean to be rude but how old are you all?" All of the spartans looked at weach other, except Deadshot.

"17, 18, 17, 19 and Deadshot is 24" Sky answered, I gawped, the baddest squad protecting earth....we're teenagers... I was older than them well except Deadshot..

I pulled my thoughts elsewhere and shut my mouth "so what happens now?" I raised an eyebrow, Spartacus put an arm around my shoulders.

"I'll take you down to the Labs and we will get you, your armor then we leave at zero five hundred tomorrow" He led me out of the room, so this was to be it after this my new life began.