Emerald Spartan

Arrival

(thought I'd remaster the first chapter since I'm a good bit better at writing now. Enjoy)
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2538 UNSC Standard time

Unknown section of Milky Way Galaxy

All was calm in the inky black void that all civilizations have come to understand in their history. Space was endless and empty. Narrow and full.

But that calm was shattered as a hole when the very fabric of space and time opened up. Creating a vortex of and blue sorrounding an onyx black rift.

Out of the void exited the lumbering of the UNSC Arcturus, a Marathon class heavy cruiser. It's gunmetal hull dotted with dozens of small hull breaches and burns. But it's thick hull was still in one piece as it's automatic bulkheads closed off the damaged sections to keep atmosphere in.

But if one were to look at the 1.2 kilometer long warship, all they would see was a dead hunk of metal. Broken and beaten as it desperately tried to cling to life. The flickering blue lights that contrasted with the hull like a failing heartbeat. The massive engines that usually roared with the blue glow if their plasma trail absent as it slowly drifted closer to the familiar blue and green ball that was the cradle of human civilization.

The ship itself would cause concern to those that lived below just from its shear presence. But what was most important lay deep within the depths of the cruiser. Beneath meters of Titanium and circuitry was one lost soul.
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In the darkened cryo bay of the Arcturus was just as dark as the rest of the ship currently was. Rows upon rows of dark tubes where people once lay as they waited for their destination. But in the very end of the room was one that was activated. Coloring the room with it's crisp light.

Inside the cryo pod was a figure that could be described as Herculean in terms of build. Covered head to toe in angular and thick plated green and black armor that protected the wearer. As well as a thick black bodysuit that protected everywhere the plates didn't cover as well as a host of other advantages.

A bright gold visor stared sightlessly out of the frosted glass of his frozen tomb.

The black pedestal for the ships AI lit up with a dark blue color. Signifying his presence in the cold room. The panel on the side of the cryo pod then lit up as it started the unthawing process. Lights inside the pod bathed the Spartan in a soft white light.

His job done for now, the AI retreated back from the pedestal and left the soldier to sort the rest out.
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Cold.

That the first thought that came to his mind as his senses slowly came back to him. His awareness expanding by the second as the pod slowly resumed his vital functions.

The next thing he felt was how his armor was frozen slightly to his skin. Giving a very uncomfortable, but manageable annoyance. After all, that could be fixed soon enough.

He could here the hiss of the pods vacuum seal being broken as it unlocked. He lifted his armored hand up and shoved the glass door open. Which made a loud crash that echoed throughout the bay.

He could feel his joints pop as he stood up. He cracked his knuckles. As soon as he finished the familiar golden light covering his body let him know his shields had fully recharged.

"Time to warm up a bit." He said to himself. It was at that moment that green flames erupted from him that made himself and the area around him heat up.

It always felt good to do this whenever he was cold. His emerald flames warmer him up like sitting next to a campfire. Just like survival training in cold Reach winter.