• 1-Spartan Saga: Rise and Fall
• 2-Deep Into Peril
• 3-Chapter 2-Redeemer

Author's note: This bit is going to be from a chapter near the end of the three part series. I was inspired to write this from another Halo fan who was trying to write their story, but I don't know if they will continue on. Since I like to be twisted a little writing stories, I made it like this, so if you don't like it, don't read it. No one is forcing you, but if you do review, don't be an idiot and say stupid shit. Right, also, this could be labeled as an A/U (Alternative Universe for those who never heard of A/U), since it didn't happen and I'm probably bending the Halo universe a bit, but whatever. I like Halo, read the books, and know how the Chief acts, so if I did it right, good for me, but if I messed up a bit, do be a good citizen and help me with nice comments. Anyway, enjoy. I'll post chapter one up soon...Oh, and Halo isn't mine, blah blah. Only doing this for the fun of it, but the story is still mine so don't rip me off and say it is yours [This goes out to the people who steal others works.] >> Wort. Wort. Wort.

The Master Chief hefted a clip of ammunition, and smacked it into his Battle Rifle while he crouched against a wall near a closed door of the ONI space station. He found the extra ammo for his Battle Rifle and SMGs, and four grenades from a weapons room after knocking out and restraining a couple of guards who were watching it. He slipped the clip of armour-piercing bullets into the receiver and snapped back the weapon’s charging handle. The ammo counter on the rifle read full, as did the display on his HUD.

Pleased, the Chief set down his Battle Rifle beside him, loaded up both SMGs and slipped them back into their holsters, and took a deep breath. This was it, no turning back. He had to end this right now, even if he would end up getting killed.

“Chief,“ Cortana asked, “I know you made it this far, but there must be another way…do you really want to risk your life because of him?“

John stared at the door for a moment. “They know I’m here, and I’m prepared for the consequences.” he said, “This is the only way, Cortana.“ He paused. “If you don’t want to come along, I can let you go.”

“No,” the AI replied quietly. “This isn‘t the only time I came with you while you risked your life pulling off stunts in space and wherever, and you know that. I will stay with you…John, at all cost.”

John couldn’t help but smile a little even though no one could see it. That was the third time she actually said his real name and not Chief from the time when he found Kelly and a much older Doctor Halsey. He also appreciated her for staying with him, even if she was an AI, she acted more human for caring about him.

Not saying another word, he narrowed his eyes in determination and crept to the door which would direct him down a hallway to the control room where his target was located.

He pressed in a code to open the locked door, and heard the security pad beep, and the steel doors slid open a second later. The Spartan raised his Battle Rifle to his shoulder and steadied the weapon as he cautiously moved down the empty hallway; half-expecting ONI guards showing up to take him out, and half-expecting nothing at all. Suppressing his nerves while trying to relax his tense muscles, he continued down, and ready to shoot at anything threatening to him and Cortana.

Despite wearing the heavy armour suit, his steps were silent as he walked along the steel floor plates, but he could hear faint clanking noises coming from his boots. The Chief came to another door, and it quickly parted open, and he dashed for cover for a moment behind the doorway just in case someone was standing there ready to fire on him.

“It’s all clear,” Cortana said to him.

Spartan-117 made sure as he glanced at his motion-tracker in his HUD then proceeded over to the next area. He stopped in the doorway, peering into the large room, and found no one except for one person standing at the controls with his back turned to him.

He frowned, and started to enter the room with the Battle Rifle aimed at the one who he wanted to see.

“Turn around,” John demanded the older man.

He heard a low chuckle, and then the man responded, “I knew you weren’t the type to shoot someone like me in the back.” The man turned to face him with an odd smirk on his face. “To be honest, I would have shot you from behind.“

“Everyone is quite surprised you even showed up here…seeing that you left after assassinating several top ONI officials.”

“You lie,” John commented with anger building up in him and in his voice. He continued forward, but with one step at a time with his rifle pointing at the man‘s head. “You set me up, and planned this for God knows how long.” He eyed the man through his visor of his helmet, and when he didn’t get a reply, he continued as he watched the smirk on the man’s face grow. “Explain the reason why, Sir.”

“You want my answer?” The man asked. “For being a Spartan, it‘s a shame you couldn‘t figure it out yourself.”

“I don’t like this,” Cortana whispered to him privately. “I detect movement around us.” She was right, he glanced again at his motion-tracker, and watched as five more dots around him - but they were hidden from his own sight, a camouflage suit of armour unlike his, which only meant they were the ones who he fought for the first time.

“I’ve already figured it out before I arrived here,” John inched closer to him. “I was filled in on the details by Doctor Halsey…” Trailing off, he studied the ONI official’s expression that went from amused to hatred.

“If you want my reason,” the man said harshly, “You will need to earn it. You faced my men before and lost, but this time, they have strict orders to fucking kill you, and perhaps destroy that foolish AI of yours.”

“Foolish?” Cortana muttered. “Show him and the others why they shouldn‘t mess with you in the first place.”

The Spartan frowned, slowly lowering his Battle Rifle and with his free hand, he grabbed for the SMG on his right side, and took a step back to look behind him. He raised the gun at chest-level and started firing from side to side, and watched as the camouflage flickered and deactivated around each soldier who he caught off guard.

The soldiers quickly ducked for cover as he sprayed the bullets over them, and sat waiting for their shields and camouflage to recharg while they readied their weapons and ammo.

John heard the man try to move toward him, but he swiftly raised his arm up, and smacked him right in the nose. Blood sprayed everywhere as he dropped to the floor unconscious from the force of the elbow strike.

“Get ready,” Cortana spoke up carefully.

Note: This is probably where I'll put my comments/thanks to my future reviewers will go so everyone can get to the story quicker, but I promise you the story will get better.