Bonding Months Later
January 5th, 2554
“Greetings Admiral, I assume your training of the newest batch of Spartans is going well?” Hood asked, as the Spartan nodded, delivering a crisp salute to the holograph of the older man.
“Affirmative Admiral, they’re all learning a great deal. I was told to have them ready by May for the augments, and I think they’ll be more than ready, sir.”
“Good. I assume all is well with your daughter and the Captain?” Hood asked.
“Affirmative sir, I do my best to have her trained in time as well.”
“Excellent.” Hood nodded. “However, I bring some bad news.We lost contact with one of our science squads on the Echelon Halo. I need you and your team to get over there, locate those men, and get them outta there if possible.”
Blaine nodded an approval, as much as he hated being separated from the others, he had to do it. If it was the Covenant Separatists rising up again, the UNSC’d have to quell them before they got too far. Hailing Josh and Phil, Blaine quickly sent a message to Autumn, before headed down to the vehicle bay, where a Pelican waited to transfer him to the Infinity.
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Echelon Halo
"Alright boys, standard anti-Covenant mission here." Blaine said, standing towards the back of the Golden Eagle's troop bay.
"Permission to speak freely sir?" Josh asked, raising a hand.
"Granted." Blaine nodded.
"THIS IS BULLSHIT!" Josh growled. "Why the fuck don't we have these covvie assholes under lockdown already?"
"Hey." Phil shrugged. "I suppose it's a lot better that they're attacking subtly than full on invasions, like the old days."
"I say stow the bellyaching." Blaine loaded a fresh clip into his DMR. "The amount of time you guys have spent assisting me train the new Spartan trainees has softened you from live combat. Besides, we don't actually know if this is Covenant forces we're up against or not."
"Actually, you're both right." Scott nodded. "Just got a contact from NAV, they see an unregistered Marathon-Class Frigate on the other side of the ring. Not only that, but there seems to be a Covenant Super Carrier orbiting the nearby Planet. It'd be safe to assume we'll deal with both."
The modified Pelican roared upon entry of the ring-world's surface, Blaine walking towards the cockpit. Tapping the pilot on the shoulder with his left hand, he peered out the window at the landscape. With his enhanced vision, Blaine could barely make out the luminous violet color of an emergency flare in the distance.
"Over there pilot, a few klicks due west." Blaine pointed. "My money's riding on that."
"Aye aye, sir." the Pilot nodded. "Preparing descent now."
Working his way back into the troop bay, he checked to ensure the three ODSTs had their jetpacks fastened correctly, Phil making sure Blaine's was attached as well. The door in front of them opened, the four soldier hoofed it out the back, jumping into a free fall. Spreading their arms wide, the four squadmates went into freefall. Pointing their faces forward, they shot like an arrow towards the ring world's surface.
On Blaine's mark, they engaged their jetpacks, drastically reducing their velocity. Using their 'fuel' sparringly, they touched their boots to the ground, raising their weapons. Blaine held up a fist, crouching behind a massive boulder. Not to far from their landing zone, the blue flare shimmered. Suprisingly, the armed guards at the door didn't appear to notice them.
Likewise, the guards wore armor completely familiar to Blaine, but unfamiliar to the UNSC. The Insurrectionist soldiers spat at their feet, watching with sheer boredom.
"Of course it'd be innies." Phil shook his head. "What the hell are they doing here?"
"Well, perhaps the UNSC found something important here. So maybe the Innies are here to claim that. Or they're here to hold the Universe hostage. This is one of the few rings we've located where we haven't secured the Control Room." Scott shrugged.
"We can ask them after we've dealt with them, c'mon." Blaine said, shifting from cover to the nearest thing, attempting to stay out of sight.
As they drew nearer, they froze as a pair of rebels talked, taking a leak over the cliffside. Blaine held his ODSTs, listening in to what they had to say.
"I'm just saying Chris, something about this seems odd. The UNSC have a base here, and it's attacked, and there's been no counter insurgence? I don't care how valuable this discovery is, being on this ring gives me the creeps."
"Don't worry, in case you've forgotten, our boss isn't afraid of any of those UNSC bastards."
"Yeah, we'll he's also a full blown psychopath. I mean, shit, he strangled Eric because he refused to finish a young girl on that last op."
"Hey, if nothing else, that kind of attitude can scare the UNSC pigs away!"
"I wouldn't be too sure." Blaine said, grabbing both of the defenseless men by the back of their necks, squeezing gently.
"Oi." the man on Blaine's left sighed. "I always thought it'd be YOU that died with his pants around his ankles, Andy."
With that, Blaine threw both of the men off of the cliff, their bodies tumbling to the ground below. Turning back, he nodded his head to the facility wall to his left. The four soldiers hugged the flawless metal wall, sidling across it.
Blaine stopped the men, waiting around the corner, as two more guards huffed.
"God damn, what's taking those two imbeciles so long?" one of the guards sighed. "The boss'll come out here, an' they'll STILL be pissing."
"I wouldn't worry about that. Butch'll likely kill them. But if it concerns you so much I'LL go look for them, maybe, if we're lucky, they fell off."
The Innie turned the corner, Blaine's hand lashing out and grabbing him by the mouth before he could scream. Twisting with little effort, he heard the audible pop of the man's bones crunching. Tossing the corpse past him, it tumbled down the cliff. Peeking his helmet around the corner, the last guard stood, facing forward.
The double doors leading into the facility whisked open, as Blaine watched a neon green armored Spartan exit the facility. Blaine's knuckles clenched, as the guard trembled in fear.
"S-sir!" the man saluted him.
"Where are the other three in your squad?" Butch growled.
"I just sent Rick around the corner sir, he's probably joining them in a piss break, sir."
"Ah." Butch nodded, before grabbing the man by the throat, lifting him into the air. "Well when they return, do be sure to shoot them all dead. If you fail... well, I'll kill them myself."
Throwing the guardsman on the ground, Blaine turned back around the corner, his nemesis stopping for just a moment, perhaps sensing his presence.
"Hmmm." Butch sighed. "That you Blaine? It's been a while."
Blaine's stomach plummeted, he had been seen. Indicating his ODSTs to stand down, he turned the corner.
"Fine, you got me." Blaine smirked behind his helmet. "You plan on cheating this time?"
"Strategy isn't a cheat." Butch waggled a finger. "You might be wondering why the Insurrectionists are here?"
"It crossed my mind."
"Well, this ends one of two ways. You beat me, I'll tell you. I beat you... well, you won't need to know, 'cause you'll be dead." Butch grinned.
Turning his pistol quickly, Butch plugged the remaining guard in it's face, turning his attention back to Blaine. Blaine fired a trio of rounds, Butch diving to the side, returning fire with his pistol all the way along. Blaine gave chase, placing the DMR on his back. Vaulting over the rock Butch hid behind, Blaine thrust both of his fists down, Butch jumping backwards to avoid the blow.
Gaining a small bit of momentum, Butch swung his right foot up, clipping Blaine in the chin, launching the Spartan up a few inches. Using that same momentum, Butch scrambled to the top of the rock, flipping over backwards. Swinging his foot down in an axe kick, his boot met Blaine square in the ribs, thrusting him into the ground.
Rolling out of further harm's way, Blaine jumped to his feet, glancing at Butch, who cracked his knuckles in anticipation. Charging towards Butch, the two Spartans sent a flurry of fists and kicks at each other, likewise blocking whatever the other sent at them. Feigning a sweep with his left foot, Blaine used the spinning speed to bash Butch square in the visor with his elbow.
Finishing his turn, Blaine jumped, planting both feet into Butch's chest in a drop kick, launching Butch through the boulder. The rock shattered into dust, Butch rolling along the floor and into the double doors of the facility. Bursting his jet pack once, Blaine thrusted forward, hopping slightly to remain above ground. Using the speed, his boot crashed into Butch's chest, smashing him into the brilliant metal wall.
Lifting Butch by the throat, Blaine planted a swift punch into his nemesis' helmet, cracking the visor of the helmet, the helmet itself denting the wall.
"Answers, what are you doing here?!"
"Fug you." Butch chuckled. "I'm not beaten yet."
Smashing Butch up against the wall, the renegade Spartan only chuckled with every hit he got.
"We came here searchin' for a weapon." Butch continued his laughter. "But all they found was some insignificant metal. Useless to our cause!"
Whipping his head forward, Butch threw Blaine off of him, launching his rival out the door the way he came.
"You're lucky, Blaine." Butch growled, a Pelican descending for him. "I was just on my way out. Otherwise, I'd of had to kill you."
"Do you always run when I kick your ass?!" Blaine yelled, attempting to stand, as Butch hefted a rocket launcher off of the wall of the troop bay, aiming it at him.
"No mercy?" Butch asked, firing a rocket at Blaine. "Have it your way. Later!"
The Pelican propelled towards the atmosphere, as Blaine gasped, swinging his left hand across. Luckily, his hand brushed the side of the ballistic, knocking it away from him. The blast, however, launched him into the facility, knocking him out cold.
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"Much like he always runs, you almost always seem to black out after fighting him." Phil chuckled, offering a hand to the Spartan.
"Oh good, I feared he had died." a young woman shivered in white robes. "I'm Doctor Amanda Birch, I'm part of the research team that was sent here to study Forerunner technology."
"Are you alone?" Blaine groaned, standing.
"Unfortunately." Amanda frowned, her eyes cast to the floor. "It appeared that one of my colleagues had actually been an inside man for the Insurrection, which explained their sudden appearance here."
"That soldier you fought." she shook. "H-he killed all of them. He spared me, only because he thought I could point him to the Control Room. I just got here, I, I dunno where it is."
"The discovery?" Blaine asked. "He mentioned that it was supposed to be highly important, but it was just some 'useless metal'."
"Oh!" Amanda said, quickly waving him over, as Blaine ushered his three ODSTs back to the doorway.
Walking alongside her, he was confused to see a strange, onyx black metal sheet on the table, with numerous parts of it scattered across the table.
"It's an unnamed resource unlike anything we've ever seen. We think that this might be what the Forerunners use as a mending agent for their ships. Have a look!"
Pressing a button next to her, a laser activated, cutting a corner off of the metal, not unlike the pieces all over the table. Blaine's eyes widened, however, as the main sheet seemingly 'regrew', the cut off piece remaining.
Picking up the cut off piece, she handed it to Blaine, who looked at it.
"This is an astronomical discovery, as it can replace whatever was destroyed in a short amount of time. But here's the cooler thing, the parts that were removed from the main part can be molded into something else. Given the right amount of heat, it can permanently harden into it's shape, AND it gives off this really cool gleam."
"So, it's almost like a renewable metallic alloy that can constantly be renewed, so long as it isn't super heated?" Blaine asked.
"Precisely." Amanda nodded with a smile. "It's unnamed, and seeings how I'm the only one here... I suppose I should name it."
"Sounds fair." Blaine nodded. "But save it, grab whatever research you've gotten, I'll carry the slab out."
"I'll tell you what, then." Amanda said, turning to the computer to copy all of their research. "If you get me out of here Spartan, YOU can name it."
"I'm no egghead." Blaine shrugged. "I highly doubt I could come up with a name for this. ODSTs, get prepped for exfil!"
"Aye aye sir, the Eagle's inbound!"
"I implore you to try." the doctor smiled. "It'll be my gift to you."
"Fine." Blaine rolled his eyes. "Valkyrium?"
"As in... Valkyries?" she asked. "That fits the general naming protocol, well done sir."
"Good, Phil, sit rep?"
"That Super Carrier is keeping the Infinity busy." Phil shouted back. "You'd think Del Rio would know what the hell he's doing!"
"You'd think, how long is the Pelican delayed for?"
"Twenty minutes, tops."
Blaine turned, staring at the corner in his hand.
"If you really want to do a favor for me, I'd like you to form this into something for me... and perhaps show me what the heating does."
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One month later
February 5th 2554
Outskirts of New Mombasa, Africa.
"C'mon slowpoke!" Blaine chuckled, jogging backwards as Autumn struggled to follow along. "You want to be a hands on operative? You should be able to do a ten kilometer run, easily!"
"Bite me." Autumn growled, huffing and puffing. "This is the third quarter way mark, and Dawn kept me up last night."
"She kept me up too." Blaine smirked.
"Yeah, but you've been doing this all your life!"
"Excuses, excuses." Blaine said.
"You also never told me what we were doing."
"Surprise training. This is a test to see your ability to just get up and run, in the instance of an explosion or other such thing." Blaine turned back, slowing down slightly to accomodate her. "Besides, with the Phil babysitting, and Darryl taking his turn training the trainees, I figured you and I could use some bonding time."
"So you decided to spend it running across an African Savannah?" Autumn asked. "The only bonding I need is a bottle of water."
"Ouch." Blaine chuckled, pointing to the nearby hill. "That's our end point. C'mon, you can do it!"
After a few more minutes, the pair made it to the top of the hill. Autumn closed her eyes, the sweat rolling down her forehead into her eyes. Blaine, standing in her way, produced a bottle of water, handing it to her. Placing an arm around her shoulders, the two of them walked together. Blaine, however, covered her eyes with his massive hand.
"Mmph, what're you doing?" she asked.
"Just wait." Blaine chuckled. "Don't open your eyes just yet."
Blaine eased her down beneath the lone tree at the top of the hill, sitting her on the red and white checkered blanket he had sprawled out. Sitting beside her, he pat her on the shoulder, indicating she could open her eyes.
The scene in front of them was stunning, wild zebras roamed the plains, nature untouched by the UNSC or other civilization. Glancing underneath her, she saw the red and white checkered blanket they sat on, and a lone wicker basket between them.
"B-but-"
"I lied." Blaine smirked, opening the basket, producing the necessities to make a sandwich. "Remember how you needed time to get ready before we began this run? Yeah, I came set this up in that time."
Lightly punching him on the shoulder, Autumn's cheeks burned with embarrassment.
"I dunno why you're embarrassed. I already told you we haven't spent much time together with all that's going on." Blaine shrugged. "Now, one pickle slice or two?"
Shaking her head, Blaine opted out of the pickles, forming her usual ham and cheese sandwich. The two sat there for a time, glancing at the scenery in the shade of the tree. As they ate, the two enjoyed the small talk. Autumn shared a good amount of her childhood, and Blaine spoke of the shenanigans him and Jorge would pull on Mendez during boot camp.
As the sun slowly began to sink over the horizon, Blaine felt something lightly tap on his shoulder. Glancing over, the auburn haired woman's head nuzzled gently into his shoulder, Autumn slowly dozing.
"Hey Autumn." Blaine asked, as Autumn sleepily sat up.
"Yes?"
"We've been together for some time now, right?" Blaine asked.
"Nearing two years." she smiled, hugging him tightly. "Two of the best ones of my life."
"I see." Blaine said, shifting slightly, producing a small black velvet box. "-and how does 'forever more' sound?"
Opening the box, Autumn's eyes twinkled in the sunset light, or rather, the ring did. Resembling a crystal all it's own, the ring actually resembled pure diamond, a scientific marvel to craftsman everywhere.
"Blaine, it's beautiful." Autumn asked. "But... how'd you acquire a solid diamond ring?"
"I didn't." Blaine smiled. "It's actually something known as Valkyrium, a modifiable metal that, when heated, can take on numerous other sheen's. I was extremely lucky that it gave off the look of diamond. In fact, I crafted it with the little help from a friend. That ring? It's one of a kind."
Autumn smiled at the ring, nearly forgetting the question Blaine had posed for her. Tears streamed down her face in pure joy, as she practically tackled the Spartan to the ground, wrapping her arms around his chest.
"Forever sounds perfect."