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The Albatross, the UNSC's replacement and successor to the aging and outdated pelican, left the UNSC Frigate Avalon three hours earlier than it should have. Not that it mattered too much, it just meant the mission would be completed sooner. It was a heavily armored and armed transport. Its armaments was two inboard missile pods built in the wings, four dual-barrel gauss cannons turrets located on the top, bottom, nose, and tail, eight automated anti-air rotory autocannons located on the top and bottom of the wings, and a triple-stage chaff and flare system for counter-offensive measures.

On board was a mixed Fireteam. A lone SPARTAN-V sat apart from the others, cycling the bolt of a SRS99C S6BP AM Sniper rifle. The Spartan, designated SPARTAN-D295, was watching the three ODSTs that made up the rest of his team. Fitting, as he was the Fireteam leader. Two of the ODSTs, engaged in a push-up contest as a means of showing off, he'd been on three missions with. The third, napping behind a crate of fragmentation grenades, was a unknown to him. All the Spartan knew was that the ODST was a marksman from the dossier on him. Most of it was coated in black ink. Not as much as his own dossier, but darn close to it.

"Yo, Spartan, front and center," The Albatross' pilot, some hotshot that was fresh outta boot camp, "Got something for you to see."

"On my way," The Spartan replied, standing while putting the sniper rifle he had on his back, "Fireteam, stand by."

He entered the cockpit of the Albatross, spotting a strange writhing tear that made his visor polarize to 65%. It was odd, giving him a bad feeling about it. Apparently Lunamaria had one as well, since she wirelessly connected to the Albatross's system. Lunamaria was a fellow Spartan who had her consciousness flashed into a digital form. He managed to rescue her by trapping her consciousness in an AI chip that he kept inserted in his helmet. She wasn't happy about it at first but she found she could do more for him as an AI than a human.

"Don't like it," The Spartan said, as he looked at the pilot, who shook his head at the unasked question.

"Lock and load, Team," He said as he returned to the cargo area, "Things are about to get interesting."

He gave the crate of grenades a kick, shoving it into the sleeping ODST.


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Scott had been made aware of the mission only this morning. It wasn't unusual for missions to be given with late notice so the ODST suited up and got himself ready. He met the other two on his team, both bigger than himself and in constant feats of strength against each other as a way to prove who was stronger, faster, the better soldier. Scott shoved his way between the two, throwing an arm around both of their shoulders.
"Ready lads? Or do I gotta play ref again?" He laughed and ducked under the fist of one man, jogging away to finish getting ready.

He hadn't formally met the Fireteam leader yet, and knew nothing more than his designated name, SPARTAN-D295.

As the team loaded the Albatross, Scott settled behind the crate of fragmentation grenades to catch a nap before the mission as it was unlikely he would get much restful sleep once they started. He removed his helmet, placing it beside himself, and propped his gun next to this before leaning his head back against the wall and closing his eyes.

As the flight went on, Scott found himself dreaming of past missions. As his dream self brought his gun up to cover a fellow ODST he was awoken by something ramming into his side. Jolting awake, he first looked to the crate which had slammed into him before turning his eyes up to the leader of their team.

"Sorry, cap. Must a given in to the sweet temptation of a little beauty sleep, we all know there won't be much beauty in the field." He chuckled before standing up and replacing his helmet. Swinging his gun into his hands he nodded that he was ready. He wasn't sure how far he could push this guy before he snapped, but he felt like boundaries would be tested.

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The Spartan picked up a M7KR SMG, four frags, four plasma grenades from a compartment above the now awake ODST, and seven magazines for both his firearms. From a box under the seat he had been in, he pulled out two hilts for a pair of custom energy swords. A pack that he picked up from a supply crate was packed with extra ammunition, grenades, biofoam canisters, and med kits. The other ODSTs equipped themselves for close-quarters combat and vehicular slaughter.

"Once you're all set, lock yourselves in harnesses. This'll get rough!!!" The Spartan shouted as he attached all the equipment he'd pulled out to his armor.

Taking his own advice, he sat in the seat he was in before and pulled the harness down. It locked as he looked around. The two ODSTs he knew were just locking themselves down. The last ODST was apparently fumbling around grabbing stuff at random as the Albatross starting shaking really badly. A harsh tone burst from him as he looked on.

"Move your arse, Trooper!!" He snapped, his aggravation clear in his voice as the Albatross lurched violently.


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Scott began grabbing items he might need and storing them as he went, a few grenades and smaller items from various compartments and crates -- including the one he had been hit with. He usually packed lighter than the rest of his team, making it easier for him to maneuver and whatnot, but also because the other two were built more like tanks and could carry much more than he could possibly think of carrying more than a few steps.

He heard the leader yelling about this getting rough and he rolled his eyes in his helmet. When was it ever not rough? Wouldn't it be a surprise if for once it was nice, smooth sailing. He didn't voice these thoughts, instead he continued to stock up on what he himself would need, with a few extras on the side. He reached for another magazine clip just as the Albatross started shaking. The ODST stumbled, losing his footing and knocking the clip, plus several others to the floor where they slid under the seats where the leader and one of his fellow ODST's had harnessed themselves in. Scott caught himself on one of the compartment handles over his head and righted himself before he fell.

Slowly, he made his way to a seat, harnessing himself in and attaching the last few things he had picked up.
"Think you could hand me a few of those, little buggers are slippery." He gestured to the clips under the seat across from him.

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Cursing, the Spartan unlocked his harness and snatched up eight of the magazines. Almost ripping the ODST's pack, he shoved the ammo in as the albatross lurched again. He was thrown backward into a crate of BR-55K battle rifles. One of which he snatched as he all but threw another at the new guy. He got back into his seat as the Albatross lost power, sending the interior into total darkness.

"Activate your VISR," The Spartan said, securing his procured battle rifle to the front of his armor, "Low light setting, it'll outline everything in here."


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Scott felt the Spartan nearly rip his pack to shove the magazines in.
"Easy there, I don't think I got time to grab another." He said just as the Albatross lurched once more. He heard rather than saw the Spartan get thrown against something as he had been busy closing his pack around the bulk of newly acquired magazines. He was lucky he wasn't hit by the rifle that came flying in his direction, catching it in a desperate grab and attaching it to himself. He looked up to make sure he wasn't going to become the victim of another point blank assault but the Albatross lost power and they were plunged into darkness.

Momentarily stunned, Scott heard the voice of the leader telling them to activate their VISR. He did just this, and looked around the hold, noting the mess of items scattered everywhere from where they had fallen. He hoped nothing had been activated, the last thing they needed right now was an explosion.

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"Dragons, report," The Spartan said, activating his own VISR, illuminating everything in a greenish-yellow hue, "Is everyone okay?"

His back was sore from slamming into the crate but it wasn't bad, he still had full mobility in his back. He didn't bother to lock himself into a harness again, he felt he wouldn't be in it for long. He heard the pilot come in the hold, a M6GR Magnum drawn. It was clear he was spooked from the loss of power. His body was twitchy and tense, showing he could be prone to get trigger happy if prevoked.

"Whatever that large tear in space is, Its clearly not a slipspace rupture." Lunamaria reported, piggybacking off his TeamCom signal so she could talk with the ODSTs, "The gravitational readings aren't stable. The only thing I can think of it being is a tear in the space-time continuum. That of which we are being pulled into without a means of controlling our trajectory."

"Meaning we're in for a rough drop," The Spartan replied dryly, shaking his helmeted head, "Thanks for the intel, Luna, I owe you one."


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"All good over here." Scott reported. He didn't feel any significant pain anywhere which was good. The ODST was about to make another comment when the pilot came in, looking tense and ready to let loose a few rounds from his Magnum. Scott's fingers rested on his own sniper gun, ready to pull it up with a moments notice, his eyes trained on the pilot, watching for any sudden moves that might indicate danger.

He heard another voice over the coms explaining what was going on. As the report was given by Luna, Scott could feel the mood in the room becoming more tense and taking a nosedive.
"Well, I hope you guys packed for a road trip, though the itinerary never mentioned this." He laughed, trying to lighten the mood and play off just how tense he himself was.

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"Darrow, Shut ye trap." The ODST next to the Spartan snapped with an Irish or Scottish accent, "Before I shut for ya."

"Lock it down, Marine." The Spartan barked, ending the tensed scene before it got rolling, "Not the time for squad squabbles."

He gave a sharp hand gesture to the new member of the team, saying he was parntered with the Spartan until further notice. The other ODSTs nodded to each other, glad that the new guy wasn't their problem for now. They didn't care for him too much as he was fairly green in their eyes. Maybe the Spartan could pull that jokester stick outta him while he was working with him. Jokes were good, but not when the mood didn't call for it.

"Brace yourselves, We're entering the tear's event horizon." Lunamaria warned as the shaking, which had almost completely stopped, increased drastically, "Now would be a good time to stick your heads between your legs and kiss your arses goodbye!!!"

The Spartan could barely hear the tail-end of what Lunamaria had said as noise on par with a frigate launching filled the cargo hold. The pilot was gone, back where he should have been at the moment as the gravity in the Albatross fluctuated wildly. His armor, reading the fluctuating gravitational readings of the area it was in, went into lockdown mode as he was thrown to the floor under the seat of the new guy. It was there that he awoke nine hours laterb finding only he, the pilot, and the new team member had survived the controlled crash landing of the Albatross on the Shield world Requiem.


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Scott's attention was directed towards the ODST who had shouted.
"I'd like to see you try, big guy." Scott shot back before the Spartan could intervene. He snickered to himself as he was partnered with the Spartan, leaving the other two together. He couldn't say he was too fond of them either, they had a nasty tendency of seeing others as little more than annoyances when compared with their 'oh so grand reputation'. Crossing his arms, the ODST lowered his gaze to the floor at his feet, a smirk still in place under his helmet. When the shaking increased his hands moved to the harness holding him in place, ready to unlock it if need be.

The next few moments happened so fast he wasn't entirely sure as to what had happened. The noise blocked out anything anyone was saying, and most of his armor's systems were going nuts trying to re-calibrate and readjust to what was going on around him. Not long after, Scott blacked out.

He wasn't sure how long he was out for but when he woke he knew he was lucky to do so. The hold was a mess with crates upturned and equipment everywhere. He found he hadn't injured anything, thank goodness, as he unlocked his harness and pulled himself up. The pilot was still tense and shaky, and Scott desperately wanted to take the gun away from him before he shot either himself, or the two other survivors.

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".........stor....."

He came to hearing someone call his name. His head was ringing as he felt his armor unlock. Rolling out from under the seats, he put his hands on his helmet which depressurized as it separated partially along the visor and bottem. Removing it, he revealed shoulder length straight black hair and glacial blue eyes. His tacpad flashed as Lunamaria appeared as a 3-dimensional hologram.

"Alastor..... Thank god you're okay." She said as she pressed a hand to her chest with a sigh of relief.

"Where are we?" The Spartan, Alastor, asked kneeling.

"According to the discrepancy of our time tables, we're about 200 year in the past of timeline not our own. Our pilot and new guy are the only survivors of our crossing time and space besides us." Lunamaria said, becoming distracted as she noticed something.

"Darrow?" He called out, standing as he tested moving around in his armor, "where are you?"


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Scott had been watching the pilot again, while also tacking an inventory of what he had and how much more he could carry. With the other two ODST's down and out, he wouldn't be able to rely on them to carry anything extra. He was in the process of digging out another pack when he heard someone calling him. Standing up he found that the Spartan was up and without his helmet.
"Right here cap't." He replied, moving to remove his own helmet as the systems weren't back up to functioning just yet.

His own short, light brown hair was sticking up all over in its usual style and his bright green eyes struggled to make out his surroundings with the change in lighting.

"Did I hear correctly that it's not just a case or where we are, but when?" He asked, his usual grin on his face.

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"First of all, Drop the formality bull crap." Alastor said to the ODST, a sharp frown on his face, "Second of all, Call me Alastor because you outrank me, you smart aleck. Thats a freaking order."

He put his helmet on the seat next to him as he relieved the pilot of his weapon. It was easy to ignore the look of surprise of the pilot when he saw his face. He didn't particularly care what the pilot thought. He knew he looked like a handsome guy, despite the scar of an x on his right cheek. It never really mattered to him what he looked like as a Spartan.

"That's affirmative, Sergeant Darrow," Lunamaria said, turning her head to look at Darrow with a look you might see on a mad scientist who felt Christmas had come early, "We've been completely displaced in time and space. Wouldn't be surprised if something from here ended up in our time as well."


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If anything, Alastor's 'freaking order' made Scott grin even more. This was a side of the Spartan he hadn't expected to see, heck, wasn't there a rule against it?
"Alright, 'Al', you don't mind if I call you Al, right?" He laughed before taking a breath. "Okay, okay. So Alastor, how the hell are we suppose to get back?" A faint smile still played on his lips as he watched Alastor take the gun from the seemingly starstruck pilot.

The ODST next turned his attention to the hologram, slightly startled by her expression -- as though it were a good thing that they had been blasted into the past with no clear idea as to what they were doing anymore.
"Please, 'Sergeant Darrow' was my father, at least that's what he liked us to call him. And besides, our higher ups aren't here so just call me Scott." He had never been one for formalities, and now that he could likely get away without them -- at least for a little while -- he was going to take advantage of that.

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"That AI has a name," Alastor said, getting rather defensive over Lunamaria, something she appreciated even now as an AI, "It's Lunamaria, and she isn an AI in a traditional sense, she won't suffer from rampancy as she had her consciousness flashed into a digital form due to a accident during our S-5 company's activation operation. Barely managed to save her in time."

He knelt in front of Lunamaria as she started accessing the Albatross's systems. It never ceased to amaze him how she adapted to being an AI. It wasn't a easy process by a long shot. She had been so traumatized by the ordeal that she'd tried to kill herself. Only he could get through to her to calm her down. She was eventually assigned to him as an AI partner as a means of therapy for her and to boost his already impressive combat efficiency.

"Looks like we ended up inside of a Forerunner Shield World called Requiem." Lunamaria stated, her right cheek puffed out as she concentrated on her work, "Picking up an old Spartan IFF tag, Spartan-II classification, About three and a half clicks north of here."

"Any idea wh....." he started to ask before the tag flashed on his tacpad, SPARTAN-117, name John.

His face lit up in surprise at the identity of the Spartan. If he was any other SPARTAN-V, he'd have been squealing like a fangirl. Being himself, he just nodded with a grin of concealed excitement. He knew what they were gonna do for now. His helmet was put back on as he grabbed a second pack and loaded it with extra ammunition and medical supplies.

"Scott, lock and load," He said as Lunamaria's face appeared in the upper left corner of his HUD, "We roll in 15."

After being told by Lunamaria that the Albatross was in as good of condition as it was when it left the Avalon. He told the pilot to get it airworthy as soon as possible. When asked about the firearm that was taken. He gave it back with no magazine and no round in the chamber stating he didn't want to risk the pilot shooting them in the back. He locked up the rest of the weapons and equipment as he tossed Scott a jetpack while activating the high-vernier thrusters in his armor.

"Marking the Spartan's IFF tag, better move quick, it could start moving at anytime." Lunamaria quipped as a objective marker appeared on his HUD while sending it to Scott's rebooted VISR, seemingly reading his mind as he readied the sniper rifle he had on his back.

"Lets move."


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"First I've heard of something like that happened." Scott muttered. He wasn't too knowledgeable with AI's and what not anyway, preferring the simplicity of keeping the bullets from his team's back by driving home his own. He absently played with the strap of one of his guns while Lunamaria looked into the Albatross' systems and stated where they were.

"Wait. Didn't Requiem get destroyed?" He tried to recall what he knew of the planet. "We aren't in the middle of a war right now are we?" His grip tightened on his rifle, just the thought of being out here like sitting ducks was not a calming thing to think of. He watched Lunamaria with a mix of shock and something of an 'are you serious?!' expression before noticing the grin on Alastor's own face. Before he could ask about it though, he was told to get ready to head out. Wasting no time he double checked what he had and made sure his sniper rifle was ready for action.

As Scott did this, he half listened to the exchange between the Spartan and the pilot, laughing to himself that he hadn't been the only one a little nervous about this guy having a loaded weapon. He caught the jetpack tossed to him, with a small gasp at having yet another thing tossed towards him with no warning. He attached the pack, and replaced his helmet, happy to see the VISR system had finally gotten itself figured out. He checked the rest of the systems and found everything in working order when the objective marker appeared on his screen.

"Ready to roll." He stated, rifle in hand.

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"Theres a M12G1 Gauss Warthog nearby, I suggest we take it." Lunamaria said as Alastor dogged open the Albatross's rear hatch.

"It was in our time," He said, kneeling while sweeping his sniper rifle back and forward, discovering the Albatross was precariously close to a 157 feet drop into a crevice, "We must be on Requiem before it was destroyed. By the way, Sanderson, You're a crappy pilot."

He looked over his shoulder to the pilot, who visibly seeming to shrink as he glared heatedly at him through his visor. A ping caught his attention as a garbled transmission came through his TacCom. Lunamaria immediately started working on it as he gestured for Scott to join him. Considering the Spartan they were going to be trying to catch up to, it was logical it was another AI broadcasting a destress signal. Lunamaria would be, he knew that since he knew her since before she was an AI. She'd done it before during training exercises where they had simulated ship crashes and had to be rescued.

"Up for a extremely short orbital drop, Scott?" He asked as Lunamaria snorted with amusement.


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Scott crouched when the rear hatch was opened, lifting his gun up to defend himself if it were called for. He watched Alastor scanning the area, snickering when he called out the pilot for his skills. Turning his attention back to the Spartan he moved up next to him, keeping his gun up and eyes scanning for any signs of movement.

He glanced at the drop not far from where the Albatross sat and whistled.
"I'd say it could be worse but we're already in quite the situation." He said, looking to Alastor briefly. He turned back to their surroundings but was once more interrupted by the Spartan's question.

"What kind of question is that?" He laughed, grinning at the Spartan. "I think anything is better than sitting here waiting for someone to find us."

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Alastor, exchanging his sniper rifle for his battle rifle, stood up and stepped back a few feet. Taking a running start, he jumped off the Albatross's ramp, flipping once before his thrusters fired. He landed with a huff, rolling into a crouch as he swept his weapon back and forth. Deeming both ways of the crevice clear after a few moments, he let out a five-note whistle to let Scott know to come down. He moved farther up the crevice climbing onto a raised platform as he waited for Scott to come down.

"Always have to enter in style, huh?" Lunamaria teased slightly, marking the way out.

"You know me, Luna," He replied with a nonchalant shrug and coy smile, "I love making an entrance."


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Scott moved over a bit, giving the Spartan space to do what he was going to do. From his position with his rifle still drawn, he watched Alastor jump, flipping once before dropping from view. Snorting, he rolled his eyes at the Spartans show before standing and preparing himself for the jump.

Making sure his rifle was secure, Scott leap the short distance from the Albatross to the crevice. It wasn't a far drop, so the ODST didn't try to pull off anything. Instead he fell with his arms outstretched before him until he pulled up, initiating the jetpack and landing more or less smoothly in a crouch. Raising his head he spotted the Spartan a little ways up on a platform, pulling his own battle rifle out, he moved to join him.

"Quite the showman, now aren't you." Scott commented as he approached Alastor. "And I thought this would be boring."

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