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0825 hours, September 25, 2552 (Military calender) Inner Colonies military outpost New Constantinople, UNSC Private Crusier Ackerson II, In dock X-13.


Ackerson Leaned back and smilied. "Arkantos, get me a scotch. On the rocks." He paused. "And play Otis Redding's, 'Sittin on the Dock of the Bay.'

"Yes sir, Right away, sir." Arkantos sighed, his eyes turning from a grey to a now Bright Silver, and his Holographic "Skin" A blood red. He always turned those colors, when he playede serverent for Ackerson. How he HATED, simply HATED him. He knew that if he didn't, he would get either destroyed, or reassigned. He wished he could be with his Twin AI, Cortana. He had found her only evidence shelef, proving she had even existed, before she went on her Mission with Spartan-117. He envied her for it. Well, he would have to do the same, to ackerson. He hated being on a ship, he would much rather prefer to be in one of the Spartan-III's GUNGNIR armor. While it did have less room, he liked it becase he could at least make a difference, instead of being this pompus bastard's slave. "Arkantos, where the hell is my scotch? And my music? Is there something wrong? I certainly wouldn't want my AI, whom I may add is carrying the secret plans for the Spartan-IIIs, to be erased. Deleted slowly. One. Byte. At. A. Time." Ackerson Snarled, while lighting a cigar. "Lazy, POS, AI."He muttered, so low to Arkantos didn't heard him.

"Sorry sir, I was... Thinking."

"I don't have you here to THINK, Arkantos, your here to serve me, so start acting like it."

"I know sir, Sorry, sir.. Here is your scotch, and music"

"About freakin' time..." He muttered, sipping his scotch. "Ahhhhh, much better."

"Your Welcome, sir." The AI said, rich with sarcasm.

"Don't you talk to me with that tone, Arkantos. Must I have to repeat my threat? AGAIN?"

"Sorry, sir. Your right as always, sir."

"Your damn right I am. Now, tell me how our 'Package' is doing."

"It's fine sir, they are all in cyrostatias. Would you like anythign else. I'm need at the bridge, were almost ready to leave."

"Ah, excellent. I'll be up there shortly. Send someone by before we leave, to help me." Ackerson said. Just as he finished, a Marine, in Green MOLJOLNER looking armor, arrived. He saluted. "At ease, Marine, what is it." "Sir, I'm here to transport The AI to the bridge." He said.

"Why would you need to do that? He can go there via the computer system. I had that specially designed, just for that purpose." Ackerson said, with a raised eyebrow.

"Sir, the place where the AI need's to be inserted, is a remote terminal, used for the engine's. It was just installed, It decreases the memory and usage taken up by the engine program. Arkantos is creating a Copy of him self, to Solely run this system."

"ah okay, then you have premission to go." said Ackerson, no longer suspicious. "Arkantos, download to the disc."

"Hold on sir, I'm programming a series of favorite songs, so you can rest in peace, with your scotch, and soothing music." Arkantos said, with a slight grin. Arkantos then organized a list of ten of them. He also download all of Ackerson's incrypted files, and his private Highly encrypted file 'The Deal.' Arkantos had no idea what it was, but he knew that Ackerson was up to something, and it wasn't going to help humanity. Arkantos then sent a call for a small portable datapad to upload himself in, so he ould tell the marine to take him where he needed to go. Finally, he sent a message on an encrypted channel to Cryo B to unfreeze the "Ultimate Weapon" and get him twin SMG's and a BR.

"Okay sir, finished. Marine, upload me, and insert me in the data pad you will reieve in about ten seconds. out in the hall Oh, I sensed a distirdance in sector 6. Ackerson, sir, may my marine borrow your side arm. Yes, I knwo you already have one, but Ackerson's is more sited for this work. It's an HE." Arkantos said, while his hologram disapperaed. The marine then walked over took the crystal disc, and the pistol, walked out into the hall. Not two seconds after he exit's ackerson's room, his door shuts, and locks. "Wow, what an ass. I can't wait to transfer of this god forsaken ship. Even if I will live longer. Fighting and dying is MUCH better than this hell." the marine mumbled, taking the datapad from the passing crewmen. He inserts the disc, and the Image of Arkantos, pops up.

"Okay, uhhh" he says, as he looks at the marine's name tag. "Ah, Private Simmons, okay take me to Cryo B and give me to the head Cryo engineer, pronto. Say, weren't you stationed on Blood Gulch, not to long ago?" Arkantos said, with a raised eyebrow.

The marine chuckles, "No, that's my younger brother. He's not all there, you know. I requested him to be placed there. He thinks he's in some kinda 'civil war', between some other guy's with different color armor. That way, he won't get hurt. "

"Ah, okay, good move. Say, you hate ackerson, don't you." Arkantos say's, with a slight smile.

"Hate him? HA, I want to kill the bastard, he's worse than the covenant. Why, are you gonna do something to him, beyond locking him in his room, with no where to go?" The marine said, this time with him wearing the slight smile.

"How did you... I mean... impossible... How in the hell did you know I knew that!?!"

"Well, when you said to take his pistol, I knew, because that way, he'll have no way to communicate. I heard the encrypted channel sound, it makes a ding in the wall's. Finally, When the door shut, and LOCKED, I knew. So what do you want me to do."

"Ah, excellent, okay you are going to be a big part in this. First, I need you to take me there, then stay and wait for me to finish my task there. Then, follow me and my acomplice to the bridge, with your BR drawn. Wait, never mind, go to the armory, and get something to seal Ackerson in his room. He might try to override the system, or shut it down." said Arkantos. He knew there was somthing he had over looked, but he couldn't figure out what.

0825 Hours September 25, 2552 (Military calender) UNSC Private Crusier Ackerson II, Ackerson's Office/Cabin


Ackerson was happy. The annoying AI was gone, at least for now, and he had everything a man could need in the world. Scotch, good music, and a NEO-Cuba cigar. He regreted having to pull out of NEO-Cuba, and not being able to save the planet. It was glassed exactly one year ago today. Well, he Almost regreted pulling out. He had stolen the last shipment, PLUS, he told the Covenant to take the plant's, before they glassed the Planet.

"That was the Smartest thing I ever did," Ackerson thought aloud. "Too bad I had to sacrifice my 2nd and 3rd wives. Ah well, I could have number 4 and 5, heh-heh heh-heh-heh. Speaking of 4, I better go get her." he said, getting up and walking to the door. He kept walking and walked into it. "What the..."he said, with a rare look of confusion. "Hmmm... Door override. Access code, 'I will rule the universe.' " Still, nothing. "Wait a second, that AI took, WAY, too long to configure the playlist. He MUST have something to do with this." ackerson said, while moving quickly to his computer. He immeadatly looked into his private files, the encrypted ones, consisting of the door override code, the Spartan-III plan, and his Deal with the covenant. None were there, except the Deal folder. He opened it. Instead of the usual document, consisting of the terms, another one there, that was titled, "Ackerson, Read this, you pansy!" He opened it up, and a hologram of Arkantos appeared on the hologram projector. "You treasonious bastard!" It yelled, "I'm going to take this to HIGHCOM right away, you won't get away with this. I swear it, You will pay with death, for what you have done. Sacrificing countless billions, possibly trillions to make your own, pitiful, worthless life more conformtable. A slow, painful death. The rest of your life, will be ful of pain, and no cigars, or liquer, or beautiful women." It said, now full of hatred, it's eyes where huge, silverish white slits, with a black dot in the middle, and his body, a bloody flame. Then it dissappeared, and the file erased. "Shit", he said "Wait, of course. I'll tell HIGHCOM, that my AI went nuts, and made up files, to get my killed.Hahahaha, NO ONE, can outwit, Colonel Ackerson. Heck, maybe I'll make Admiral for this. Then I'll be able to get the covenant the location of earth." With that, Ackerson moved to his secret compartment, and took out his Plasma pistol, specially made for him, or at least a human hand, and shot the door out of the wall. Quikly, he ran to the bridge, but the door leaving his corridor was locked. He repeated the same maneuver, but the door still held. HE reapeted it again, and again, but it didn't move. It cut through, but it didn't move. He kicked it. His foot hit it, and he broke his big toe. "HA, that did it. No place, or thing can keep Colonel James Ackerson! Wait, AH, NOOOOOO..." He said, just as the door began to fall forwrd, onto the colonel.


0825 Hours September 25, 2552 (Military Calender) Cryo B, UNSC Private Crusier Ackerson II


Private Gus Simmons HATED, with pure rage, Colonel James Ackerson. "Oh, man, I would love to kill him, slowly. Ripping of his limbs, starting at his fingers. One. By. One, I'd pull them off, at each joint. Then moving up, and ripping of his forearm.I'd leave the bicep, though. Then after his arms, I'd move down to his toes, and do the same. Then I'd fix the wounds, at his elbows, and knees. Then I'd shoot his knee;s, with needler round's.Maybe I should make him eat each toe, and finger... I have got to stop thinking about that, and go finish my job." Simmons muttered, "Okay, here he is, Spartan-117." He walked over to the two and a half meter tall, walking death machine. "Okay, sir, here is the AI that you need to insert into the back of your neck. Do you need any help finding it. Also, is this your first real 'misson' with an AI, cause I'll need to brief you, before you insert it." Gus said, looking at what he guessed was his eyes. He could never tell with the Spartan,He only knew this was the spartan that he was sent to find, because this was his designated Cryo station. "No, I had a test AI, one of the new model's, built for the Spartan-III project, but I'll be fine. Also, won't I need my GUGINIR Mark-II, instead of this sleep armor? It criples the speed of my movement. And what about my team, won't we need them?" Jon asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh. Ummm, hold on, let me ask Arkantos. Arkantos, what does he need." After he inserts the Crystal chip into the Datapad. Arkantos's apperaed, and said, "Yes, Yes, suit him up, fully, and install his new Gear. Hey, you. Yeah, you. The tall engineer. After we leave, wake up the rest of them, and tell them to assemble on lauch bay A6. " As soon as Arkantos finished speaking, a team of Engineers came over,with the Prototype BATTLE GUGINER Luke-I armor, and placed it in their designated Armor-Equiping slots. Jon disrobed, lied on the armor-equiping table, which hoisted him up and placed the Hydro-Static pressure gel suit on him,.and began to place the Armo ron him. Six more engineers came up, one carrying each gauntlet two carrying the front chest plate, and the last two carrying the back. As soon as they got to Jon, they placed the armor in the slots, and ran back and got the rest. The whole time, Simmions watched, completly amazed with what the Spartans, both the S-III's and the S-II's had to do to get ready to fight. When the Machine finished, Jon got up and looked at himself, then around at the engineers, then finally at Arkantos.

"What the... what am I wearing? This isn't GUGINER armor. Is it?" Jon said, puzzled.

"Hahaha, your wearing the new, prototype armor. It's Improved, to fight on all surfaces, and against any opponent. It's desgined to look similar to the Elite's armor, with the side spikes, that turn, and produce an Energy sword, similar to an Elite's. The only difference, is that it doesn't hamper the ability to use BOTH hands. Another feature, beyond Improved shielding, which lasts longer, and can take a harder beating, as well as the ability to produce an EMP burst, rendering all electronic equipment useless for a short time. An increased Motion sensor, which shows you what the thing moving is, for example, whether it's an Elite, grunt, Jackel, whatever, including vehciles. Also, besides the new armor your DNA-donaters have, you have rocket boots, as I call them, which can increase your jump, provide extra power in a kick, or even slow your fall. These boots also have a magnetic field generator, allowing you you walk on a metal surface, for a limited time. Finally, there are a few new items, that we took from the covenant. Here is a active camo, which you can store in your belt, an attachment to your helmet, which fires a plsma blast, similar to the plasma rifle, that elites use. We already installed it, but the hand that does not have the energy sword, can fire a plasma bolt, similar to the overload charge that the Plasma pistols fire"


0826 Hours Spetember 25, 2552 (Military Calender) Bridge of the UNSC Private Crusier Ackerson II

Jon was tired, and a bit sore. He hated having to sleep in his armor, while comfortable, it left his body, unable to move and it left tension in certin areas. He was willing to bet his DNA Doner, John-117, never felt like this. "Ah, well" he thought, "At least I have a better AI." "Jon, stop daydreaming, we need to get this ship moving, and we need you alert. Ackerson broke out of his office, and I don't know if he will be able to break out of his corridor, but we need to get to Earth, before we find out." Arkantos said, through a private COM channel. "Okay, W illis, plot a course for earth. Seibert, get the engine's runnign hot, we need to get there ASAP. Mendoza, call Private simmons, and tell him to his ass up here, and I want all this done 10 minutes ago!" Arkantos Barked, oddly knoweledgable to what he was doing. Jon inserted arkantos into he AI pedastel, and walked over to the Camera station, and saw that Ackerson had escaped, but his left fore-arm was ripped off by the fallen door. "Oh, shit. Arkantos, Ackerson escaped, and his left arm was ripped of, wait. He shot it off with his Plasma pistol. Damn, That's something I doubt he would have done. I'm going to go find him, and secure him, and treat his wound. I'll be right back. I'll look for simmons." Jon said, as he dashed, at a speed of ruffly 20 miles per hour, to find Ackerson. Turning on to the main hallway, he nearly ran over Simmons. "Ahhh, sorry simmons. Arkantos wants you on the bridge, ASAP. What for I don't know..." Jon said. "Yeah, its for weapons. Here is a battle rifle, and twin HE pistols."

"Ah, excellent, thank you. Now I must be on my way, Ackerson has burned part of his arm off, and is loose on the ship."

"Wait, wait, wait. He did WHAT!?! HE burned off his arm, and now is loose in the ship. How do those go togethor."

"I'll tell you later, He's armed. Heh, armed. and is dangerous."

"That pun sucked."

"Oh, shut up, and go to the bridge."





**Author's note**

In the title, the nuke part refer's to the huge thing about him dealing with the covenant. I'm just scratching the surface of what Ackerson's done, with this chapter. IDK how many there are going to be, maybe a trilogy, maybe some thing like 14-15 chapters. IDK. Obviously, IDK. Anyway, Sorry if there are some Abbv. in the actual story, I had to get someone else to type part of it, as I had to take a test. I wrote it then gave it to someone else. Grammer wise, I tried my best, I'm not to good at grammer. Finally, as I cannot post anything as a comment, Any omments saying this sucked, dont post em. Advice go ahead, put don't waste space, not to mention my time, when I read them with that shit. Got it thank you. Also, if A haracter wouldn't act like that, TOO FRICKEN BAD. You don't know WTH your talking about, as I made up all of these characters, except ackerson, whom I think I portrayed very well. Beyond that, I would like some feedback, but if you say you didn't like it, explain why, instead of, "It suck my mom's ass." I got that once, in my stories comments. Thanx for reading the story, and I hope you'll read the next one, entitled...


Ackerson's Betrayel, Chapter two: Jon, I am... Your... Father...ly Creator. Now... Bend over.

Yes, there is a hidden, subtle, yet very revealing thing in there, too.

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