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“Spike, please bring me that next sample.” Twilight called from across her personal lab, all attention focused on a screen displaying some test result. Spike dutifully rushed down carefully with another containment unit holding a glowing blue crystal. “Are you sure this is a good idea, Twi…? I mean, it’s not even the right color…” the young dragon said quietly. “Oh it’s nothing to worry about, Spike.” she replied, using her magic to carefully levitate the crystal into the testing chamber with a small mouse, “Besides, this strain is a rare form that we’ve only seen

John’s hands were lightning strikes on the keyboard, working so fast that if there had been anyone alive to see him work, they would have thought his fingers had disappeared. Page after page of blueprints, building schematics, defense diagnostics, and personnel locater chip signals flashed across the screen and he memorized it instantly. John and Jane were both born with photographic memories, but after the job that took Jane’s eye, he was the only one left with the skill. This made him the go-to guy when it came to cracking systems the hard way, or in this case, committing to memory every bit of data he could get his eyes on in t

When it was all said and done, it had taken nearly three hours for the trio to move through the New Cadmo Tent City without running anyone over or being noticed by a guard patrol. Despite a small altercation that ended with a dead guard being shoved into the nearest garbage pile, they managed to get to the main gate without much hassle. The gate itself was a large, thick, metal door that had apparently come from an ancient bunker with rockets inside. Many times, the New Cadmo doors had taken the abuse born of war and bandit attacks and each time they had withstood the anger of Militech's enemies with impunity. Eli could barely contain himsel

New Cadmo was a coastal city roughly a day’s travel from Steam-Forge, though that was only if you didn’t stop to rest or refuel. Eli, despite his wanting to get to the bottom of things as quickly as possible and quite honestly, being fueled quite a bit on revenge, realized about halfway through the journey that he wouldn’t be able to get anything done if he got himself killed by being reckless. Or at least driving recklessly. He had fixed so many hover-bikes and made so many parts for broken down bikes that were damaged from driver stupidity that he had chosen simply to be smart when it came to getting to New Cadmo. For now

I stand in the center of the street, or at least what passes as a street. The roads of old have long since deteriorated out here far from any CorpTown. In front of me, the bastard that shot my brother and cost him his arm and his job as the town engineer back home. I am going to kill this man for what he’s done, I will collect the bounty on his head, and then I’ll ride back with enough cash to keep us steady for months. Then it’s back to the forge safe and sound. “Ya sure you wanna try dis, boy?” my opponent spat, his drawl giving away his Southern Continent heritage, or at least upbringing. “That’

Battle of Mygeeto 3ABY 0300 14 men in snow white armor stood in front of a pile of rubble. Their armor had been scuffed and blackened in places, and chipped or flat out gone in others due to the battle before they managed to arrange this silent vigil for a comrade recently lost. Their helmets were left on out of respect as well as safety for as much as they’d love to look at their aging, identical faces, this was still a war zone. “Hard to believe he’s gone.” One of them finally spoke up, the heavy weapons man of the platoon. As he did, the highest ranking officer in the center of the semi-circle stiffened a littl

John-117 looked out at Earth from an observation deck aboard the UNSC Infinity silently. It had been a few minutes since Captain Lasky had come in to try and reassure the Spartan. Now things were still and silent as he simply contemplated the older officer's words about soldiers and machines… "Chief…?" Well, almost still and silent. He didn't move, standing like a statue in his armor and hoping that whoever had intruded would just leave him alone. It wasn't until he saw bright orange in the periphery of his vision that his posture eased a fraction of an inch and he glanced in her direction. "Chief…" Sam said again. "S

5 years. 5 years since he had been assigned to their unit for a few weeks in order to oversee the decryption of a piece of Covie technology. And 5 years since the Master Chief had left the life of Samantha Aaron and Company 0051. Though it really wasn't a company after the Covenant had gotten finished with it. Fifty percent casualties and the war didn't allow much for reinforcements and so Platoon 0051 was under a second lieutenant sent in by the brass and Sergeant Sam Aaron until her reassignment in 2557. Sergeant Avery was too critically injured and spent the rest of the war aboard the UNSC Hopeful, Dunny had since manned up quite a bit,

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Characters in this fanfic, they all belong to Bungie, Microsoft, and anyone who works for them (yes that means you too William Dietz); I also do not own any of the characters that Eric Nylund made. We join a familiar Sergeant during The Siege of Paris IV 2200 Hours, March 27, 2537 (Military Calendar) / Lambda Eriadia System, Paris VI 10 Miles West of the UNSC Naval Headquarters Static filled Avery's ears as he tried to stand up, no good. He lay still for a while looking up at the sky above him. Nothing but darkness and the faint purple outline of a Covenant Cruiser, the source of all of this system's