I have always been a massive Halo fan so Im happy to write a story for it! Let me know what you think, I hope you like it! I will continue to update my stories, and there should be one more on its way as well. Remember, feedback is greatly appreciated.

P.S Has been revised/improved since originally being published.

I do not own halo or its characters* Any listed or non-listed characters eventually make an appearance in the story.

POV Dimitri;

He looked at himself through the mirror in his bathroom, peering back at him was a tall, muscular man around 7'4 with jet black hair and light blue eyes. He has abnormally large muscles, but with them comes the pain he had endured when he was younger, and despite his age, 46, he didn't look a day over 30, partially because the excessive amount of the torturous augmentations he had been through. Truth is, Dimitri never liked to remind himself or even talk about his past, he hated everything about it. But sometimes he found himself sifting through his memories until he found what he was looking for, bringing slight hatred and disgust as the flashback played like a movie in his mind...

Flashback: Sometime 40 years ago*

It was on his 6th birthday that his life would be changed forever. He had lived on Madrigal, within the inhabitable zone of the 23 Librae system. On the night of his sixth birthday, he set out by himself to a hill not too far from his house that he normally traveled to just like any other night. Dimitri had hoped to go star gazing tonight just like he normally did, and return home after an hour or so.

After a few minutes of walking he found the hill with ease, he had traveled to it countless numbers of times. It was just big enough to rise above the trees around him, perfect for watching the skies above. He laid down in his usual spot and breathed a sigh of relaxation, feeling a low sweeping breeze wash over him.

"Would you look at them?..." He whispered to himself with a smile. "They're so beautiful." It was a sight like no other, it was an unmatchable beauty, showing off the extraordinary night sky that could leave anyone feeling some sort of happiness within themselves. Time had begun to pass, the wind had begun to pick up and it was getting very late, but he decided to wait a just a little longer and bask in the night sky for just a few more minutes.

He laid on the soft grass, wind blowing through the trees around him. He had been watching the stars for sometime, he started to leave and return home, when he was startled by multiple shadowy figures who had appeared from behind a thick brush wearing strange, black uniforms. One of the men carried a magnum in his hand while the others were seemingly unarmed. Or so he believed...

"Who are you? Are you guys lost?" He asked getting up from the ground, he was fearful, ready to run at a moments notice.

"No boy… but you're coming with us." One of the men said, taking a few steps towards Dimitri, who upon noticing the mans advance, turned and started to run as fast as he could home. He maneged to run a few feet when a overwhelming burning sensation raced across his body. He hit the ground hard as his whole body froze up in protest to the sudden shock.

"I didn't want to do it boy." The same man stated as he put a small stun gun back into his pocket. "OK I will take him back to the Prowler, he has got himself a one way ticket to Reach. You know the drill, now let's cover this up and get out of here."

"Where are y-you taking me?..." Dimitri asked with a grunt. He tried to move but got no response, his body still burned and ached in disapproval to his desperate atempts to flee.

"You will find out soon enough kid." The man replied as he picked up Dimitri and hastily made his way towards a stationary civilian warthog parked behind the bushes from which they came. When they reached it, the man took out a pair of hand cuffs and placed them around Dimitri's wrists, pushing him into the passengers seat.

What about mom? And dad? What will happen to them? He thought to himself, glancing over to the man who had climbed into the drivers seat. He sped towards an unfamiliar area. It was a heavily wooded area, in the distance he could see the faint glowing of a strange of light. But before Dimitri could ask or look to see where it was they were headed, he felt his body go numb, and mind fade to black, passing out...

End of Flashback*

Dimitri suddenly remembered what had happened to his home planet and presumably his parents a few years after he was taken away. His home planet was destroyed by a Covenant glassing campaign in 2528. He had learned of it from browsing secret documents and reports from the ONI network with the help of his trusted A.I. Her name, Alexa, is a advanced A.I. with the some remarkable capabilities. She had hacked into the network, giving him the chance to gaze at some of ONI's most top secret files.

Shaking the thoughts from his head to calm himself, he proceeded to finish up in the bathroom. After a few more moments of stalling, he exited and waked down a hallway, past his living quarters and taking a quick peek inside. It wasn't big, but it was the right size for him. Directly across from the doorway was his bed, beside it were two nightstands topped with books and other junk such as old papers and pictures, as well as a few dressers lined up to the right of the doorway. To the left was a T.V and another small stand next to it topped with more clutter. He was never someone who liked to stay organized.

He continued walking in the direction of the kitchen, stopping at the doorway to adjust what little clothing he had on, stepping fowards...

Laying on the counter near the refrigerator was a small hologram projector and a small sized touch pad.

"Morning Alexa." He said as he opened the fridge to find something to eat.

"Good morning Dimitri." She responded, presenting herself on the projector. She was a blue Spartan with an unprecedented cheerful attitude, wearing MJOLINR Mark IV armor. "You've got yourself a long day ahead of you."

"Why is that?" Dimitri replied pulling out a container of sandwich meat.

"Well you'll see." She smirked. "Its your lucky day."

"Oh as if... I'm sure its nothing." He growled, opening the container and taking one bite after the other of the fresh slices inside.

"You sure seem hungry… ever thought about eating like a normal person and not some sort of animal?" She laughed.

"What do you mean normal?" He asked, stuffing more into his mouth. "A guy can't eat just sandwich meat for once?" He waited for a reply...

Dimitri looked up to see Alexa deep in thought. She looked confused and worried about something. Almost never seeing her like this, he decided to speak up and ask her. He had known her long enough to know something was up, she is normally a laid back and easy going A.I.

"Everything fine?" He asked.

"Well for me yes, you on the other hand… not so much. Let's just say you better get ready for a visit." She answered.

"What? From who- what did I do this time?!" He grumbled in aggravation.

"Nothing surprisingly enough. But this is very important."

"How so?" He asked once more.

"Sorry can't say… it's a secret." She chuckled, watching him cram more into his mouth. "You will find out soon enough." With one last smile she disappeared from the projector. As soon as she vanished from sight Dimitri heard the sliding door to his room open with a soft hiss.

"Dimitri O'Connor? Your presence was requested by Osman." A young looking Soldier standing in the Spartans door way announced.

"I'll be out in a second." Dimitri replied, putting on his casual outfit, consisting of cargo pants and a white T-shirt. Quickly putting on his boots and picking up his touch pad, he heading for the door.

Exiting the room, Dimitri looked down the massive hallway leading to the her office. Following the marine, Dimitri could feel the anxiety within him rise. What the hell could she want with me? Why now? He asked himself.

The marine was the first to the door, opening it and gesturing him inside. The office was huge, with many book cases filled to their limit. In the center of it all was a long desk with a chair seated in front of it. Behind the desk was none other than the head of ONI herself, Serin Osman. She had her arms crossed and held a strong gaze on Dimitri as he sat in the chair before her.

"I bet you have no idea why I called you here do you?" She asked, readjusting her position.

"I do not. Care to explain? or is this just another pointless conersation?" Dimitri replied, taking a seat in the empty chair.

Both had never really had taken a liking to each other, a mutual feeling for both her and Dimitri. Perhaps it had something to do with each others pasts... A failed Spartan 1... and a successfully created super Spartan, who survived being placed in two different programs...

"I didn't call you here so you can run your mouth." She snarled. He will learn respect after all of this... im sure of it. She told herself.

"Than why am I here?" He asked, folding his arms and leaning back into the chair.

"Well shut up so I can tell you."

"I'm listening." Dimitri returned.

"Good. I've called you here to let you know of your activation and assignment." She returned.

Dimitri nearly jumped from his seat at her words. "What?! What assignment! I thought that I was to be kept here unless there is a dire emergency?" He said with a sarcastic tone. "And as far as I know, you already have yourself a hero." He replied, fighting to keep his emotions in check.

"John is still considered missing along with the other half of the forward unto Dawn, and the UNSC infinity is already reported a new forerunner planet and possible debris from the forward unto Dawn."

Hm... I forgot about that, the only reason the Arbiter escaped was because the ship was cut in half, sending them both in different locations. Hard to believe its been 4 years. He reminded himself.

"Why does this have anything to do with me?" Dimitri asked.

"There is also a heavy Covenant presence there as well, or what's left of them that is. Either way there is a lot of chatter amongst them about a new weapon of sorts. I'm sure you can fill in the rest." She answered.

"So let me get this straight... During the war I was to be kept here at all times even when we were invaded. But now you decide to commission me?" He replied with an aggravated huff of air.

"Don't start shit. There was more to it than that. Now head to the armory, there will be a new suit for you, as well as a chip for you're A.I." She growled. "You will work for me now. And take direct orders from me, got that Spartan?" She stated in a stern and dominate tone.

"Yes ma'am." He replied, standing from the seat and making his way towards the doorway. Stepping out, he began to hurry towards his destination. He knew how far he could push her patience, and he had reached it. Any normal Spartan would have obeyed her orders and treated her with utmost respect, but over the years of being held in isolation with only an A.I. and a few visitors here and there, he had developed a care free attitude, not only this but he rarely spoke to anyone except a few he had grown to trust. Not even the head of ONI herself, who was once part of the original Spartan program had his respect. Being pent up in a secret ONI base for over 20 years has its effects, even if the genetic augmentations supressed, or are suppose to suppress, emotional feelings.

So after over 20 or more years its now that they decide its time for me to go to war?! I mean yea I'm not your average Spartan but seriously. This is my first time going into combat since reach. Dimitri argued in his mind as he approached the armory. Back on Reach was where he became who he is today. He was subject to the augmentations of the Spartan 2 program. And later had even more augmentations from the Spartan 3 program. It was a miracle he even survived them, and was considered a highly skilled and powerful asset to be kept a secret from everyone except a few hand picked personnel. The head of ONI being one of the select few.

The main person responsible for the creation of the Spartans had no idea he existed either. Dr. Halsey was kept in the dark, and Dimitris precence hidden for as long as he could remember. Only a handful of Spartans knew of him as well, Blue team to be precise, and each were told not to speak of Dimitri and that he was to be considered K.I.A. back on reach...

He took a step towards the sliding doors, which opened with a hiss and revealed a massive room chock full of weapons and supplies. At the far end of the armory was a young soldier wearing standard issue armor. Next to him was a complete set of Spartan armor on top of a large crate.

"Hey are you Spartan X6D-121?" The marine asked.

Dimitri replied with a simple nod of the head, walking over to take a look at the armor. He hated being called by his Spartan ID but he knew he'd have to get used to it sooner or later...

"My bad sir." The soldier replied submissively. "This is your armor sir."

Dimitri glanced over to the soldier who had apologized. He hated human interaction with people he didnt know. Could say he was more of the stronsilent type when it came down to a conversation. The only people he had really got to know were Alexa and Osman herself.

"What can you tell me?" He asked.

"I'm glad you asked sir!" The soldier answered. " It's a set of Scout armor, been in use since 2553. Yours is matte black with red highlights, and your helmet is also black with a 'midnight' visor, or atleast thats its nickname. This particular armor specializes in stealth tactics including a special cloaking ability activated by a devise located around the waist."

Dimitri looked back and forth between the armor and that the soldier and sighed. "How do i put it on?" He asked.

"Well here, let me show you." He answered. After a few minutes of confusion and frusteration with the skin tight thermal suit, the armor was completely on. The suit was designed to keep a regulated body temperature and to keep track and record the wearer's vitals. A Spartan wore almost nothing under it, while the armor itself covered most of the thermal suit.

Dimitri moved around and began testing the suits flexability. Taking this as his opportunity the soldier handed him the helmet in which Dimitri quickly put on. Once on, a small HUD appeared, but it seemed incomplete...

"Oh and one more thing sir. There's a chip in the back of the helmet for an A.I. I'd suggest having it make a connection with the chip."

"Is that all?" He replied.

"Yes sir. Take it easy out there." The soldier responded with a wave of the hand.

Turning on heels, Dimitri walked back down the massive hallway towards his room and made his way into the kitchen once more. "Alexa I'm back with a gift." He announced.

"Oh and I see your file now reads, active since 2557. So I guess this is for real then huh?" She answered. "Not to mention the dress. simply stunning." She responded with a laugh, leaning on one leg and placing a hand on her hip.

"Yea… I guess this is for you." He laughed, placing the chip next to her. "When your done we need to go and speak withOsman."

Alexa quickly transferred to the chip, signaling Dimitri to place it back into his helmet. Upon doing so, a new HUD was displayed inside of the helmet. It gave of a blue glow and showed statistics and general information such as ammo, shields, and a motion tracker. His old armor worn when he last fought on reach, though brief, was nothing compared to that of his new set. Overall it felt quicker, and alot more comfortable.

"Oooh… fancy." Alexa said. "And we can now talk on a private channel…"

"Don't be stupid." He replied, leaving the room once more and heading for Osman's office.

"Moment of truth." She whispered into his ear as they entered.

"Ah your back. Well now that your all dressed up, you are to go to hangar 3. I have granted you permission for a personal ship. Its nothing great but since your essentially still a secret to the world, you will need to stay that way. In the hangar is a customized Prowler. It will suit your needs. Any questions?" She finished with a fake smile.

"Um yea-"

"Great! I'll keep in touch with you through your A.I. Make sure you do NOT leave the vicinity of that Prowler or else we will lose comms. Good luck." She said while motioning for him to leave.

After being hurried out of the office, Dimitri stood in silence, wondering if this was really true... finally going to do what he was made for, kick ass. After what seemed to be minutes Dimitri finally turned and hastily made his way towards hangar 3. He had been forced to reside here for so long that he knew the facility like the back of his hand and was there within just a few minutes.

Upon reaching the hangar there were a few Pelicans preparing to take off, and a bunch of operators and military personnel running back and forth, carrying cargo and supplies. One nearly collided with Dimitri as he looked for his ship. At the mouth of the hangar was a long, black and exotic looking ship. It was Dimitri's personal Prowler. It was extremely small compared to a normal one, however it would indeed get him where he needed to be. It was no bigger than two pelicans put together. He quickly hurried over to further inspect the craft.

"Hey Spartan! over here." An older man called out.

Walking over to the man Dimitri realized he was an engineer. Particularly one of the many assigned for taking care of the ships present within the hangars.

"Yes?" He asked.

"Normal Prowlers don't have nearly as much armor plating and advanced technology as this one does, let alone one this customized and small. And according to my log its been outfitted with some highly experimental stuff." He replied. "Just wondering why that might be perhaps?"

"Well I can't complain to much then." Dimitri replied wity a deep cold voice. "But i'm afraid its nothing I can discus."

"Oh... alright then. Well take it easy out there Spartan." He answered back, walking away.

"He's an odd one." Alexa commented as Dimitri climbed into the ship. Inside was a hallway with multiple doors on each side and one last doorway near the front of the ship. The floor of the Prowler was covered by a hard metallic material, which transitioned to a thin carpet near each doorway. Each door was labeled and was locked by a what seemed like a sort of pin number.

"Osman wanted to tell you not to worry about weapons, ammo, and supplies. The ship is chock full of everything that will be needed, and the security pin is 12161." Alexa stated.

"Oh, can you upload the coordinates of where it is we are going to the main console?" Dimitri asked as he typed the pin number into the far door and walked into the bridge, implanting Alexa into the ships main console.

"You mean Requiem? Or at least that's what I believe its called." Alexa replied.

"Yea that's the one!" He answered, taking the pilot's seat. "Prep for flight Alexa."

"Alright." She replied. "Oh and since this is your ship… what will you name it?"

Do I have to? Haven't thought of a name… "How's about… Limit of Shadows?" He asked.

"Its unique! I'll give you that." She replied. "All systems functional. Everything is looking good, and most certainly ready for departure."

"Alright then, let's get moving-" He started but the communications band on Dimitri's wrist lit up green and a familiar voice played into his ears.

"Spartan, do not forget what your job is. Track down and find chief and recover as much information as you can about this new forerunner planet. The UNSC Infinity is not to see or know of you. Osman out." The green light on his wrist went away and filled his ears with nothing but silence.

"You heard her Alexa. Let's get a move on." He said with a sigh.

The ship began to lift as the computer controlled guidance system aided by Alexa took over and hovered above the hangar, flying them out towards the sky. The limit of Shadows started to rapidly accelerate up towards the outermost parts of the atmosphere, speeding faster and faster towards the dark abyss of space itself.

"This thing sure is fast." He mumbled, taking one last look at the planet behind them: Earth. Ever since Reach, Spartan X6D-121 or Dimitri O'Connor, was forced to reside at the main head quarters of ONI in Sydney, the commonwealth of Australia, for he was considered to be a major scientific marvel seeing how many augmentations he was put through and survived. Not to mention if he were to fall into enemy hands, there is no saying what might happen... and yet, he was finally going to do what he had wanted to do for years...

"We will soon be far enough to be able to make a slipspace jump." Alexa reminded Dimitri.

"Ok, any idea how long it should take?" He asked, buckling into his seat.

"Well looking at the modifications and the engine power we have… I'd say a few days, at most a week." She answered.

Better find something to do then… He whispered to himself, letting out a small sigh.

"Entering slipspace now! Better hold onto something..."

Taking heed to her warning, Dimitri tightened his grip on the arms of the seat, slightly crushing the thin metal as he flew backwards into the seat...

That concludes chapter 1. Let me know what you think. Chapter 2 will come soon. Until then, I hope you all have a wonderful day!