Author's Notes: Recently, I purchased myself a new computer. My old one was getting rather beaten and worn, and it was so slow that not even Minecraft could perform optimally.
Why is this important? You may be asking yourself. The answer is pretty simple, I was rummaging through the old files I had on my old computer before I wiped the old laptop clean. All of these folders filled with story ideas, concepts for weapons/characters/plots/etc. Things lost deep within the recesses of a long forgotten 'Documents' subsection of my computer.
The story you are about to read is but one of these lost story ideas. I mulled over it for a time, some time ago. But I never actually had gone anywhere with it's development. Now that I've finished my main three character's story archs, I feel much more liberated, and more open to explore stories with them.
This story will feature key members of my pantheon of fan characters. What I'm kind of excited for, however, is what I plan to do with these characters. I've built some of them up for a while now, some more than others. It's time now for you, the reader, to question whether you actually know these characters.
And yes... I'm finally announcing my return from retirement.
Lost Chapters
Fingers clacked on the hard plastic of the keyboard, their sound echoing throughout the dark, secluded room. The only light found within the room came from an isolated corner, towards the back of the room. Files flew to the forescreen, the user of the computer deciding which documents to keep, and which to dispose of.
A door groaned in from the far wall, as a lithe man yawned, a cup of coffee in his hand. Sighing, he decided not to turn on the lights, instead he sleepily stumbled for the coach in the center of the room. Easing himself to the coach, the man took a swig of the bitter drink, lazing back for a moment.
The subtle droning of the keys slowly became more apparent to the man, as he cracked his right eye. Noticing the light in the corner, the man sighed, taking another swig of his coffee. Placing the beverage on the stand to his left, he stood, walking with confidence further into the dark room.
"Ah, there we are." a voice echoed in the room, causing the man to stop his advance.
"M-Morgan? That you?" the young man asked, looking objectively towards the shadows.
"You could say that." a red glow pierced the darkness.
"Jeez dude, not only have we not seen you around recently, now you're acting all cryptic and shit." the young man stood, unfazed by the crimson glow. "What're you even doing?"
"Something I think you might enjoy." Morgan's voice echoed, as all the lights in the room faded out. "Stick around."
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"Alright Doc, I cave. What exactly is this thing?" Blaine sighed, as he stood there, cross armed.
Doctor Bailey, as playful as ever, had summoned the Spartan II to her little nook on the Infinity. For what, however, was anyone's guess. The Spartan was willing to place his money on the mammoth sized ring shaped machine in the center of the room, of course.
"That'll have to wait, Admiral." she said, a spark forming in her eye. "This is a monumental discovery, one that could change the course of Human progression!"
"-actually, it sounds like fanaticism at it's finest." Blaine murmured.
Doctor Bailey's arms coiled her torso in a fashion Blaine remembered well. Something about the woman's tantrums, despite her holding no significance to him what-so-ever, was frightening to him. Shaking his head, Blaine began to rub his hand along the back of his hair.
"Sorry, look. Why not stop beating around the bush and let the cat out of the bag?"
"I had hoped to never hear those words come out of your mouth, sweetie." Autumn chuckled, walking into the room, their toddler in her arms. "Especially to Doctor Bailey."
"Ah good," Bailey smiled. "Josh, Phil, and Morgan are on their way."
Almost on cue, the fireteam of Spartan IVs entered the room, saluting Blaine, before standing beside him.
"Everyone, thank you for joining me this evening." Bailey turned to the ring in the center of the room. "Today is a day of great discovery, a landmark for which all of Humanity will remember with pride."
"A celebrity having their junk removed? Historical landmarks being removed for bigotry, social groups being allowed to marry?" Morgan asked.
"No." Bailey grunted, glaring at the old Scotsman. "Those aren't discoveries, no, what I present to you is a Quantum Accelerator."
"Why do I get a bad feeling already?" Darryl shrugged, walking into the room.
"You shouldn't!" Bailey shook her head, rolling her eyes. "For fear of further interruption, I'll just get right to it. The Quantum Accelerator, despite it's namesake, is a working Time Machine."
"A Time Machine?" Darryl rolled his eyes. "Oh brother."
"Called it."
Autumn's elbow jabbed deep into Josh's chest, simultaneously as Morgan and Phil's.
"While that seems neat, how exactly does this assist us? If we were allowed to see the future, it wouldn't make life an adventure. Nevermind about going back in time and dramatically changing the future."
"Aha, I'm glad Blaine brought up the synopsis of the Butterfly Effect." Bailey pointed at the Spartan. "It's already been tested, and I stand before you. Nothing has changed since I first left to now."
"That you've been able to observe!" Darryl growled. "For all we know, Chickens could be Ducks."
"Is this a chicken?" Bailey said, producing a hologram of a white plummaged bird. "When I left this morning, this was known as a chicken."
"That's still one isolated reality check." Blaine crossed his arms again. "What exactly did you do back in the past, anyways?"
"I met my Great Great Grandfather, only I didn't tell him who I was. I met him as a stranger, I talked to him like he was a stranger."
"My question remains, Bailey, what significance will this hold for the UNSC?"
"We can go back to the time of the Old Humans, find out what caused the Flood. If they established a cure, we could bring it here!" Bailey smiled. "For now though, I figured a small field test with the lot of you could suffice."
There was a massive quake, and the room's various tools rattled on the tables, walls, and even the floor. The ring began to glow a very deep shade of blue, before a small red orb formed in the center. Red colored bolts of lightning crackled from the sphere, as it slowly swelled. Before there was time for anyone to react, the sphere expelled it's energy outwards.
Then, it was total blackness.
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"I sense dark days are ahead, Guardian." the Speaker placed a hand firmly on Lance's shoulder. "For both you, and your companion. I fear that, perhaps, you may even be disconnected from the Light."
"What do you mean, sir?" Chelsea replied nervously, her gaze meeting Lance's.
"I am unsure. But the Traveler sends me images, I see the both of you. You are reunited with people you once knew... curious."
"What? What is it?" Drake asked, beginning to get impatient.
"There's a reason they call me Sol" the Speaker said, in a voice that wasn't his own.
The Warlock and Titan yet again exchanged glances, as the Speaker shook his head, holding a hand up to his mask.
"Sorry, children. There is no cause for alarm, I am alright."
"We're not concerned about that, Speaker." Lance growled. "What was it that you just said?!"
"Lance!" Chelsea smacked the Titan on the back. "I'm sorry, Speaker. We're glad you're okay, but we need to know about that sentence you just said."
"Ah." the Speaker's tone became much more grim. "The Usurper plans to bring them back. Please, children, leave my side. I must consult with the Traveler."
"B-But what about the-"
"NOW!" the Speaker growled, as the Titan stood rigid.
Chelsea, unwilling to face the Speaker's potential wrath, practically dragged Lance out of the Speaker's quarters.
"Where is Arianna?" Chelsea asked. "I'd rather she gets us off world before the whole Tower comes after us. I've never seen the Voice so angry before."
"Isn't it funny how the 'Speaker' of the Traveler rarely has anything useful to say?" Lance growled, as the two of them walked across the bridge.
"Do you believe those words?" a familiar voice chuckled from their right. "I don't believe I taught you to be a heretic."
Lance's eyes opened wide, as he turned to face the voice. Chelsea smiled, as a trio of Guardians stood there. The first one, a Titan, crossed his arms strongly across his chest. The second, a Huntress, held her hands on her hips, while the third, a Warlock, held a small ball of purple energy in his hand.
"Y-you're..." Chelsea fell to her knees, as Lance's hands clenched.
"We're Fireteam Vanguard." the Titan stepped forward, as his sleek new helmet disappeared in a wave of Light.
Underneath the helmet, a pair of soft, brown eyes gazed at the two of them. A grin adorned the Titan's face, as he ran a hand through his hair.
"You're dead." Lance growled, as the Titan stepped forward. "I watched you die."
"You seem to forget something about us Guardians." the Huntress smiled. "We write our own Fate."
"Well, I also had something to do with it." Arianna poked from behind the Titan's shoulders.
"Drake and Lillian Stratus died. This has to be some sort of trickery. Crota absorbed their Light!"
"No." Drake shook his head. "I gave you Arianna to help you get out of there, never once did she bind to you. Lillian may have lost hers, but I kind of left the door ajar."
"Don't take all the credit, supes." Lillian smirked, removing her helmet from her head. "Gandalf over here helped a bit too."
"I suppose I never properly introduced myself." the Warlock shrugged, removing the helmet from his head. "I'm Jeremy Cloud, though, I doubt Chelsea needs to be reintroduced to me."
"Uncle Jeremy!" Chelsea's eyes watered as she ran over to her Great Uncle. "I've heard so many stories!"
Drake advanced towards Lance, as the young Titan shrugged him off. Lillian frowned, shaking her head, as Lance started to walk away.
"You're making a Legend for yourself, Lance." Drake said, walking alongside Lance. "I can't say I'm not proud of yo-"
"Save the formalities. You left us in that throne room! What did you think would happen if you DIDN'T kill Crota, huh?! You and Lillian, for whatever reason, decided to throw your lives away, and in the process, gambled for Chelsea's and mine."
"Like I said, I left the door open. Arianna was still binded to me, Lillian used her light to form a shield for me, which then binded to me. By sacrificing myself, I ensured you'd have enough Light between the two of you to escape, because I was certain Crota would fall."
"That doesn't explain how you're back here." Lance grunted, turning back the way he came, almost as if to shake Drake off of him.
"Upon my arrival in the Light, I met with a few Guardians. One of which was Jeremy. They spoke of a way to return to life, if they had enough Light to cross the thin veil between life and death."
"One of these such Warlocks was Osiris, the Exiled. He was known throughout all Guardian history as the first Sunsinger class Warlock, capable of bringing himself back to life through Solar Light. After I had been successful in killing Crota, my Light was highly radiant. I was able to disperse it."
"Osiris was more than willing to share his knowledge with Jeremy, in the time they had been stuck in the Void. When it came down to it, I bestowed some of my abundant Light to Jeremy. He brought himself back from the dead, proceeded down into the Hellmouth, the Hive cowering from fear of Crota's demise. He entered Crota's realm, summoned Arianna to my remains. When I was returned, Lillian, who is binded to my Light now, was brought back with me. With our combined Light, we escaped."
"When?" Lance growled, unconvinced.
"Just this morning, you didn't notice when Arianna disappeared for like, an hour?" Drake smirked. "Listen, I didn't want to upset you with it. You know me, I'm always an act first, think last kind of guy, it's what makes me the perfect Titan sometimes. I don't expect your forgiveness, but I do want you to know just how proud of you I am."
"Bonding time over?" Chelsea smiled, walking over, but stumbled for a second, as the Tower began to quake.
All eyes turned to the Traveler, as a golden aura overtook the giant orb in the sky. Raising their hands to their eyes, the Guardians of Fireteam Vanguard and Fist of Destiny watched as the aura became blood red, consuming them.
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Silence was the one factor of the foreign area. Blaine groaned as found himself laying in the dirt. Feathery grass tickled his face, as he sneezed for a second, quickly removing himself from the soil. Sitting up, he gazed around. A couple of feet from him, he could make out Autumn laying still in the grass, Dawn sitting beside her, fiddling with her mother's hair.
In the opposite direction, Blaine could make out Morgan, Phil, and Josh. The three laid there, Morgan snoring the loudest of them. Blaine wasn't sure if it had been reflex or not, but he could see Josh's leg lash out and kick Morgan in the thigh. Funnily enough, the act did not seem to disturb the man.
"Laziness, it's a miracle you were able to even work with them." Darryl chuckled from behind him. "Makes me miss my lone wolf days sometimes."
"You'd miss them and you know it." Blaine said with a chuckle, before he realized something. "Where the hell are we?"
"You haven't noticed, have you?" Darryl ran his arm along his chest in a presenting fashion. "Our Mjolnir's gotten a bit of a major downgrade."
It was true, the armor Darryl *and upon further inspection, Blaine* was wearing looked more out of a Medieval museum than their Spartan armor.
"Okay, so Bailey's Time Machine sent us back in time, and reverted our Mjolnir armor too. Great."
Gazing about further, Blaine's eyes seemed a lot less clear the further he tried to glance. Shaking his head, he frowned.
"It also seems to have removed our augments, yes." Darryl sighed. "Best part is, I can't find that damn ring anywhere, so until she finds a way to send someone back that can bring us forward... we're fucked."
"Uncle Darryl said a swear wood." Dawn turned to face Blaine.
"Thanks for the cheery insight, pal." a familiar voice groaned from behind them.
"You again?" Blaine groaned, as he turned to face the white haired individual behind him.
"Bryce Howard in the flesh." Bryce smirked cockily, tapping his temple with his index finger. "Which means mister courage will be joining us-"
"Skip the introduction, smartass." Drake sighed, approaching them.
Behind the Titan, a group of four others stood, looking around in confusion. Blaine recognized only the woman with the red hair, and the young man who bared a very slight resemblance to Drake himself.
"Creator alive, I've never seen a bigger group of sleepin' people." a voice called from their far left.
Blaine turned his gaze to the familiar man on the horse's back.
"But my eyes do not deceive me, there was no blood shed in this field." Shadow smirked, as the black horse beneath him stood on it's hind hooves, kicking it's front hooves wildly in air. "Now the gang's all here, and you're just in time."
"In time for what?" Blaine asked, as Bryce and Drake stood beside him.
"Oh nothing." Shadow glanced at the back of his hand, before a red glow appeared in his iris'. "Just time to tell my OWN story."