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Halo: Distributive Property by robofin117

Halo: Distributive Property (Chapter #1)
Date: 25 December 2010, 6:24 am

My name is Jonathan Gregory Fong. The day was December 21st 2010. I was at school with my friends. We just finished the terrible finals. I really thought I would get some solace from having to endure them, especially in this cold and rainy setting. Something extraordinary happened. Everyone including me has been transported in a blinding flash of light. The next time I opened my eyes, I was inside an enclosed room. It was dark and I tried to find a door. I felt around and found a switch. Once I turned the light on, I found out that the door was locked from the outside. With all my force, banging on the door did not help. About 8 minutes later, an klaxon sounded outside. The sound of running was present and I tried getting someone's attention. About a moment later, the door opened and I was greeted by a gun. Immediately, I raised my hands up in the air. The soldier shouted,"Come with me!" Having a gun pointed at me, it was best to follow orders. Through a series of winding corridors, I finally was herded into a cell. There, a few of my classmates welcomed me and the door closed from behind. Here in this cell was Aida, Alyssa, Rusteen, Kevin, Nathan, Jeremy, and Tiffany. The guard outside carried an M7 Sub-Machine gun and was staring at us like a hawk. I conversed by saying, "What happened to us? Eight minutes ago, I was walking to the gym for a movie and in a flash of light, I was stuck in some janitor's closet." Rusteen replied, "We don't know. Some of us were teleported to a wide open field with a weird moon and others were in some obstacle course. When they found us, we were brought here."
As freshmen, we thought we were prepared for anything that would come in our way. We were wrong.
As an hour passed, the guard opened the door and asked for me. My friends urged me not to go, but I need answers to figure out what the hell is going on. I was led into a small room where a woman was sitting by a table. Cautiously, I sat down and waited for the interrogator to make her move. She began the interrogation by saying, "My name is Doctor Catherine Halsey. Who are you and why are you in this secure ONI facility?" I replied, "What is the exact date,year, and location?" She answered, "Please answer the question." I replied again, "I will not answer until you give me an answer." She said, "September 23rd, 2517, it is 11:35 AM, and this current location is classified."
Then the idea hit me. I and along with my classmates have been transported to the Halo Universe. The possibilities were enormous. If this was true, the lives of me and my friends were gone.
After reflecting I said, "My name is Jonathan Gregory Fong and I was born in 1995. I do not know how I gained entrance to your facility or where this facility is but, if I had to guess it would be Reach."
Halsey replied,"For someone who was born 522 years ago, you seem to know more than you are telling me."
"In my time, this time period is fiction. I know I am telling the truth." I said.
Doctor Halsey then exits the room and comes back with a small cylindrical object.
"This device is going to take a sample of your blood." She said.
When she pointed the end of the sampler to my arm, there was a slight sting. After she took the sample, she left.
About thirty minutes went by, the door slid open revealing a military man along with Halsey. On his uniform, the name "Mendez" was stitched on it. They both sat down.
I started. "You are Senior Chief Petty Officer Franklin Mendez. You were part of the first SPARTAN Program."
The officer whispered to Halsey, "For a kid, he knows a lot of classified intel. Are you sure you want him in your project?" She answered,"Yes." "It's your choice, Doctor."
Halsey started, "You and your friends have an almost perfect set of DNA for my project and I want all of you in it." I answered, "I assume you want me and my friends to enlist in your SPARTAN-II Program. Since I do not have any home to go back to and I guess the alternative is worse, I am volunteering." From that moment on, I have made the most important decision of my entire life. As I journeyed into the SPARTAN-II program, I looked forward into the unknown. Waiting for the next move......

Halo: Distributive Property (Chapter #2)
Date: 2 April 2011, 7:20 pm

On the night before the introduction for the SPARTAN-II program, I was confined to the cell and was handed papers. They were pictures and personnel files. These were on the people that were transported. So far, there were about forty students that were shown, all ranging from middle school to high school. My sister was among them. Every one of them have accepted to be a SPARTAN and have done so knowing others would join too. A number of the teachers were transferred to the project. Some were psychiatrists and doctors, while others were cooks. They faced moral shades of grey in the future and just had to take care of those they know.
ONI Monthly Status Report
September 23rd, 2517
Several of our contacts have a promising crop of new recruits from unconsidered sources. Slightly out of the selected criteria, but we cannot allow this one in a million chance just slip away. These candidates would arrive tomorrow and will be treated just like the others. When training starts, I would be researching new technologies and methods for the SPARTANS. Without a doubt, these soldiers would be the ultimate warriors capable of stopping the Insurrection from inflicting more damage to the UNSC.
From the Director of the SPARTAN-II Program
Dr. Catherine Elizabeth Halsey
Office of Naval Intelligence Section 3
Today is September 24th, 2517. The ONI personnel fabricated faux backgrounds and personnel files. The other students that did not want to enlist were sent to New Alexandria with a decent amount of credits and signed a non-disclosure agreement. Halsey's contacts would keep tabs on them though. Clothing and beds were prepared with great efficiency. Life as a Spartan would not be the same. Adjusting would be quite a challenge. My friends would absolutely agree.
Before the initiation, we were all assigned new names, new identities. But, no matter what we will never forget who we are. My designation was Gregory-152. My friends were given Aida-163, Nathan-174, Kevin-153, Rusteen-166, Alyssa-164, and Tiffany-170. Jeremy transferred out of the program, but would be in the UNSC in the future. We were to memorize our fake backgrounds so that the higher ups do not smell something fishy. Differently than the original SPARTAN-II candidates, we would be separated.
Today, we will be put into cryogenics. The reason for that was to be within the approximate age group with the others in the future. Become the best we can be. By then, this universe's history would be changed. Years would pass in our sleep. I hope by then, we would make a difference. As we all get prepared, I talked to Mendez. I gave him the "Ghosts of Onyx" book. I told him that it would be a good read.
The cryopods opened and we stepped into each one of them. As I watched as my friends' pods close, I thought of the training that my sister would go through. Being only 11, she needed to be the approximate age as me for this to work. Having my teachers observing her, I knew she would be great. With the pod closing around me, I braced for the freezing, dreamless sleep. My body felt like it was freezing from all directions. In my last seconds of consciousness, I briefly witnessed a blurry figure standing next to my pod. At last my eyes were closed, and I heard my father's voice saying, "Do the best you can and take care of your sister." "I will." I said. And then there was blackness.
Earth: Present Day
The site of Southlands Christian Schools have been closed off. News copters are circling the airspace of this school or what was left of the school. What once was all buildings and students was reduced to a wide open field filled with grass. The preschool, however, was unaffected. Government officials have surrounded the site. A gauntlet of alien fanatics and conspirators are outside the perimeter protesting. People in radiation suits are scanning the area.
The Major appeared out of the tent and said to one of the techs, "Report!" The man said, "Sir! We are detecting miniscule amounts of an unknown radiation. One of the scientists concluded that this terrain was almost as if someone switched it with somewhere else." "How the hell can someone replace an entire school!?!?!?" "We don't know sir. Judging from plant and soil samples, it was probably a oxygen-nitrogen rich environment with flourishing flora and-" "In English, technician." "It does not match any environment found on Earth." "So you are saying that everyone in that school was transported to God who knows where and replaced with an alien landscape?" "Major, I do not know what to believe."

Halo: Distributive Property (Chapter #3)
Date: 5 June 2011, 4:06 am

When I regained consciousness, I was at school. Everything seemed normal. Being inside my desk, I was daydreaming. After a moment, I saw a dust fall in front of the classroom. A few seconds later, I heard a loud whine rush by the classroom. A whine of a Banshee. I then looked to the window at my left. The rattle of gunfire was heard from a distance. Next thing I know, the window exploded in front of me. An MA5C was next to me, but I was helpless to do anything. My classmates were trying to fight off the opposing force, but was quickly mowed down. I struggled to move. Once my hand was on the handle, I felt a quick surge of heat strike my stomach. Trying to raise the gun, I happened to glance at the ammo indicator. No ammo. Then I some sort of symbol in the burning sky. A few seconds later, I closed my eyes and waited for the end.
As my eyes opened once again, I realized I was still in my cryotube. My senses were blurred. The pod slowly opened with a rush of cold air exiting it. Splashes of white and bright colored lights filled my vision. I started coughing, while I was trying to breathe. The mucus-like fluid that was given to me before I went to cryogenics was now coming out of my mouth. Everyone was coming out of the pods. Medical personnel were at the ready to help with complications. To me, it felt like I just came out of the movie Inception. Anyways, four years passed since my journey into the frozen bed. As I exited the pod, I put on my glasses that were on the computer console. Biologically, the frozen group ranged from 13 years old to 15. The sixth graders and seventh excluded from stasis to be trained like the other Spartans and help the cryogenics group feel more at home for a lack of a better word.
By the time I was dressed, I found my self face-to-face with my little sister or my now 13 year old sister. I knew it would be unusual to find my sibling two years younger than me, but I never expected this. For me, it's like jumping forward into the future. I had a great amount of catching up to do. Mendez made my sister into a fighting machine. Though I wasn't indoctrinated at six years of age, I will fight for the UNSC and protect those that I care for. The chance to stop or prevent the Covenant-Human War is not possible from my standpoint. Humanity will face a grave enemy in their future and I am not going to sit around and let that happen.
Intense training. I felt like my whole body was on fire. I knew it was going to be hard, but never expected any of this. Being a gamer, I began to realize that this is my life now. No more being a couch potato. No more luxuries I take for granted. My former life is now only memory. My items were locked away and filed under research. "Alternate reality and time travel research." Most of my stuff was school related materials. The only other items were a Crunch candy bar and a Red vs. Blue Recollection DVD from the Christmas gift exchange. I doubt that they had DVD players in the 2500s. At least my book got out of there. The hope of a Spartan-III program rested on Mendez's shoulders, even though he does not know it himself.
Training went on for about three years. Mendez pushed us to the utmost extreme. During those years, I acquired a sketchbook to write in. Drawing after drawing, I sculpted various figures from my past. After I ran out of ideas, I started drawing the various figures that were to be seen in the near future. Today, we were up against the original Spartan-II candidates. This is one curveball I am kind of familiar with. We were to guard the camp in the field and hunt down the kids. Armed with tranquilizers, it would be difficult to capture them. Two teams were left at the camp for guard duty. The rest of us were to organize traps and or squads to find them. I had Kevin and Nathan with me in our squad. The thick foliage did not really help that well. "Mendez wants us to capture these SPARTAN II trainees. I don't expect this will end well." I said. "Well, what makes you say that? And how old are these 'trainees' anyway?" Nathan replied. "Now about twelve years old." I replied. "Wow. Wait, are you kidding me?" Kevin replied. "Hey! Keep your eyes peeled, watch for ambushes, and ready your weapon. We will probably be beaten the crap out of us and be left out here and have Mendez yelling at us." I talked back. As we walked, we found footprints leading toward somewhere. I radioed in and found out that a few teams are not answering theirs. Then, out of one of the trees, Kevin was jumped by a young girl. I had little time to react and accidentally shot Kevin and the attacker. Both of them were knocked out. "Are you alright?" Nathan asked. "Yeah, I'm fine. But Kevin isn't. Let's take the girl and him back to the camp." I answered. As I started to carry the girl, I noticed writing on her shirt. On a patch, it said "Allison." I shrugged off the thought and continued to the site.
When we arrived, our teams were not responding to the radio. I assumed that they were neutralized as well. Might as well give them a good fight. The guards set up barricades for cover. Day turned into night very quickly. With the distribution of energy bars, the sugar helped us keep our strength up We scoped the surroundings 24/7. Kevin was finally awake and joined our group. A few minutes in and one of us was hit. We all shot in the direction where the round came from. Down to about four clips for the each of us in the group. Suddenly, we were shot from all sides. Pinned down with an unknown amount of enemies shooting us. Immediately, Allison managed to break free from her restraints, grabbed a gun, and sprayed my team. In a flash, I was the only one left conscious. All the Spartans were coming out of the tree line and pointing the captured weapons at me. Then I said "Good game."
Halsey's incorporating us into the main program. This time, the candidates have to train with us. Hopefully being with each other would improve our skills as Spartans. First day together was met with mixed responses. Some of us were accepted with open arms, while others expressed their discontent. Days passed and there were quarrels here and there, but not very severe. I kept a positive attitude and very high tolerance levels from my "childish" adult relatives back in my reality. During that time, my calm attitude has helped me negotiate between the two factions.
My skills improved very quickly and I was able to incorporate myself and others into the Spartan-II "social network." This was similar to high school, except with a greater emphasis on military training. Firearms training was very satisfying. I was able to try a few of the guns on the firing range. The M45, M6 Series, M7, MA5s and the SRS99 are the weapons that I became accustomed to very quickly. Challenging the other Spartans at the shooting range was fun, but card games and chess were more entertaining. Rumors and news were always passed around in some of the game nights. One of these articles on news caught my attention. Jorge-052 shared that Black Team won against Red Team in Capture the Flag. Although he is a great friend, I would be happier if I won at least on game with him.