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[fieldbox=Martin-718, grey, solid, 8, stencil]"You have some explaining to do, agent."
"Oh? What is it you need to know, admiral? I'm certain the Office of Naval Intelligence sent you all you needed to know."
"Yes, ONI sent me information on Project PERSEUS. Or should I call them the SPARTAN-Vs?"
"Call them what you will, admiral, they're under your command."
"You made a new generation out of orphans? Why?"
"I'm not at liberty to say."
"Typical ONI. But these augmentations… they're nothing like the IVs. They're closer to the IIs and Is than anything else. And it seems a bit odd of the UNSC not to deploy more than half of their new forces past the core worlds, agent. Is there something I should know that you've neglected to inform me about?"
"Let's just say the UNSC wants more of a field test before full integration, admiral. About thirty percent of all the Vs have been shipped for testing. You have about twenty here. A smaller platoon, but ONI wanted them carved up for observation purposes."
"Oh? Why not throw thirty more in and we can codename all of the agents onboard after the states?"
"Quite hilarious, admiral. I'm sure you've also received the data on the good doctor and the AI?"
"Yes, I have. I am slightly concerned about these AIs' ability to jump without being yanked. Other than that, it seems standard, assuming she can't jump into the ship's controls. The crew will learn about them in the mission briefing. Do these SPARTANS at least know one another, agent?"
"In a basic sense. I imagine most of them haven't seen one another in years due to their specialization training. As for the AI units, they can only jump into specialized receptors without being yanked from the base AI slot. As long as the SPARTANs wear their helmets, the AI can pay them a visit."
"But look at all these other systems and weapons training, agent- it seems obvious you're not telling me the true purpose behind this program. What is ONI hiding from us?"
"You'll learn in due time, admiral. But until then, you need to be kept in the dark like most other personnel."
Fifteen years ago, in the year 2598, the United Nations Space Command (better known as the UNSC) issued the creation of a new program: Project PERSEUS. Walking in the lineage of Project ORION and the SPARTAN-IIs, the Office of Naval Intelligence immediately began their work of finding suitable candidates- five hundred in total. All the candidates in question were orphans from the ages of five to seven, although they weren't children of war like the SPARTAN-IIIs, and they weren't stolen from families like the SPARTAN-IIs.
No, they were regular orphans. No parents, no families, no paper trail, and no one to miss them.
They were given purpose, provided they proved compatible with the augmentation process. They were trained separate from the SPARTAN-IVs, which would continue to be produced from willing soldiers in the regular UNSC divisions. The first few years, as it tends to be, was indoctrination into the military lifestyle accompanied by rigorous physical training to prepare for the augmentation process. Performed on each individual before the onset of puberty (typically shortly after the individual's twelfth birthday), five percent of the participants would die from the augmentations. Out of the remaining SPARTANS, ten would end up temporarily crippled and the remainder would experience only minor side-effects. There were some who died in the training process, but when the SPARTAN-Vs entered the final stages of training, there were four hundred and sixty-five of them remaining- a number far stronger than what had come out of previous generations.
However, the UNSC wasn't too keen on continuously generating more of these orphan soldiers, so these survivors would be the only members of the new breed until further notice.
The bulk of the project itself was led by one Doctor Richard Ingram, an MD and PhD who was one of the students of the late Doctor Catherine Halsey's research. Ingram, who specialized in genetic research, was a natural choice to take over as Project PERSEUS' Chief Science Officer, reporting to an ONI Section Three officer, one Captain Orson, one of the Deputy Chiefs of said section.
Eventually, after a final round of testing, the SPARTANs were shipped for advanced training. Infantry, medical, demolitions, mechanics, flying, the works. After the first year, they were further divided into three groups- the enlisted, the Warrant Officers, and the Officer Corps. Of course, many of these were depending on the job.
The regular enlisted made up the bulk of the group, about eighty percent of the total. The remaining twenty percent were divided into the Warrant Officer and Officer Corps, with the warrant officers being slightly more numerous. The warrant officers were mainly the specially trained SPARTAN-V pilots and medical specialists, in addition to a few other specialized positions that required extensive knowledge in training. The Officer Corps, however, were selected for their observed leadership skills and tendencies during their years of training. They were all run through Midshipmen training and received their commissions upon completion of their training, although they also had supplemental training to assist the other SPARTAN-Vs in their duties, while the officers were also entrusted with another strong asset- a smart AI. Each AI chose their own officer to work with, and in turn chose the divisions they would be working with.
It was during this training that the SPARTANs received their first taste of their own armor sets, being issued basic, unmodified sets of the Mjolnir-VIIIB GEN2 armor, eventually given their own customizable armor kits during their second to last year of training. These kits had an even more powerful asset- the Microstorage Supply Pack. Using data gathered from the encounters with the Prometheans, ONI researchers developed a way for the SPARTANs to carry around even more equipment. With some work, the SPARTAN-Vs would be able to store two primary weapons in this through a technology that broke the gear down into data and stored it within the MSP for later use and extrapolation. However, only some specially issued weapon models and other such tools were compatible with this pack (which appeared as a black orb on the small of the armor's back), and if a SPARTAN lost their weapons and replaced them with a new one on the battlefield they would have to be carried manually.
All of these memories and a few bruises came to mind as the SPARTAN-V looked up from the floor of the Pelican, an AI chiming into the team's ears over the UNSC radio channel as the Pelican jerked slightly, banking to the side as it began to approach the objective, a voice like digital honey.
"Sigil Platoon, ears on me. The orders been rushed out so while the team leaders have mission specifics, command wants me to give you the general rundown. Your target is a UNSC research station designated 'Damascus.' It's been taken over by a group of organized terrorists that are keeping at least two dozen hostages. One platoon of marines and two ODST teams were dropped ahead of you, but they haven't been able to breach the entryway. Minimum estimates from the marines say there are at least twenty-five to thirty hostiles holding the facility, and they've hijacked some of the BIOS EOD and Soldier-class armor to do it. Once you meet up with your handlers you'll be splitting up into Alpha Team and Bravo Team. Command ordered me to stay out, so Alex is the only AI that'll be with you all planetside. Ishvani out- good luck, SPARTANs."
Inside his HUD, one of SPARTANs saw his command brief, tapping some buttons on his TACPAD to send it into the HUDs of the other members of Alpha Team; the marksman, the runt, the pyro, and the veteran, along with the AI that would be buzzing around into their heads. Bravo Team, in this case, was much larger to keep the enemies distracted outside while Alpha Team went in as silent as possible. Popping his neck, the lieutenant spoke up with cold calculation in his voice.
"Alpha Team, listen up. We are tasked with breaking in while Bravo Team gives cover. After we get in, Bravo will secure the exterior before guarding the exits and sabotaging any enemy vehicles after seeing if they can scrape out any data. While this is happening, we will be responsible for clearing the base floor of hostiles and rescuing any hostiles, with secondary objectives of securing any threatened or stolen asset before calling in Bravo and progressing up the next few floors. If you engage a hostile that looks important- shoot 'em in the kneecaps. The admiral wants some answers. We will continue to be on frequency three while Hack takes over Bravo on frequency four. Use frequency two for communication between teams and the other personnel. This operation needs to be silent as long as possible and the assets are highly valuable, so try to hold off on explosives and keep to callsigns until we're clear. Let's make it a clean sweep and show the good doctor his work. Khan out."
It was their first jump from the UNSC Legacy, the first time they had been on a planet beside Reach their for most of their lives. Chi Ceti IV, it seemed, was where it all began. The moment the ship exited slipspace after the ship's maiden jump from Reach (the jump itself lasting slightly over two hours), they had received a distress signal from a research facility on the planet- the same facility that was now surrounded by UNSC personnel, the SPARTAN lieutenant leading his fireteam to the least-guarded side entrance, using his TACPAD to hack into the door's security system. Once the door slid open, he motioned his team inside, speaking softly on the radio as they door shut behind him, the man making a motion with his arm as his trusty BR85 appeared in his hands- the MSP system at work and fully functional.
"Look for any major terminals and keep an eye out for hostiles. Keep quiet as long as possible. Otherwise, I'll take point. Deadshot, take the rear. For now, we need to mark and clear until we can get Bravo in."
And so, with less than a day together as a team, it was time to get to work.
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