Author's note : I created this out of boredom. My other story, 'Kurosaki Beelzebub', is currently on hiatus, although still being developed, I ain't gonna release until someone gives me some reviews.

-Somewhere in space-

Spartan 1337 had always known that he had the worse luck out of all Spartans, but his life is just ridiculous. As long as he can remember, he felt off the Pelicans and Albatrosses, or any kind of air transportations that don't go to space, and the only time he didn't fall off was on a test drive, which he failed, but at least he didn't fall off. He knew that he often messed things up, but it didn't matter, since his awesomeness made up for the failed missions, and the amount of Covenants that he killed in an extremely epic way.

He sighed again as he float in zero gravity of the rest of the broken cargo compartment of the Unidentified Civilian Cargo Ship, dubbed as the UCCS by civvies. He was ordered to run a simple errand as delivering supplies to a new settlement to rebuild some old colony. Even the destination of the ship was preset before he went, and still somehow he messed up, by spilled coffee on the cruise control, and now floating endlessly in the vast space.

He sighed again as he remembered the good old time, when the war with the Covenant was still raging, when he could go all out to prove his awesomeness to his fellow comrades, and to prove he isn't a failure as a Spartan. Even though he is a Spartan II, he is not perfect. He was one of the very first Spartan II, and thus ended up as an incomplete experiment. He survived the augmentations, but it only enhanced a part of what he was supposed to become. His strength, speed, endurance and combat abilities had been improved surpassed even his fellow Spartans, and hell, even John-117 couldn't be on par with him in term of pure power. But his intelligence was kinda messed up, and so does his personality, and his sexual drive wasn't fully suppress.

He was thankful to Dr. Hallsey, since she at least didn't mark him as a failure. Sure she was strict, but not entirely unreasonable. And he is a very reasonable person. 1337 was one of the most socialable people of the entire Spartan II project, and always sent to diplomatic missions, although his cocky attitude often ended up as a catalyst to the failed missions. But nonetheless, the USCN staffs and Marines, hell even the ODSTs acknowledged him as a person, and not a ruthless, emotionless killing machine that they saw the rest of the Spartans.

But that was the past. Now he was stuck in a cram cargo, floating in space, awaiting rescue. At least before the ship broke apart he could send an SOS message. And he was lucky this time, perhaps it was Karma, but he could care less. The cargo was the only section that didn't blow up, and filled with supplies, such as grains for agricultures, ammo and weapons to defend any kind of threat the colony had, or any of the Loyalists that still lingered out there.

At least he still had his personal package filled with bio-foams and nutrition pills. He had learned it the hard way, since he often ended up lost in different planets, he could at least need the strength to get home, and the need to tend himself in case he got hurt, which "happened all the time", as dubbeb by John-117. Even if he knew he was too awesome to be done in by such minorities, he still needed his body in top shape condition, to maintain his awesomeness. But for now, he floated there, awating his rescue. If he only knew what fate had in store for him.

-Somewhere in a distant universe-

"My name is Louise Françoise le Blanc de la Vallière. Pentagon of the five elemental powers, heed my summoning... and bring forth...my familiar!" A short girl with a pink hair named Louise finishes her chant before casting down her wand.

As expected by the other mages surrounding her, a very large explosion occurs after that which is followed by a large crash and metal bending sounds. Everyone is quite hurt by that explosion as some are lying on the ground coughing. Guiche, a flamboyant boy with blond hair and a frilled shirt, then sees his lover interest, Montmorency, and quickly assists her. But Montmorency isn't responding to him and her eyes are looking at a very unusual surprise. Guiche notices it and looks at the direction of Montmorency's line of sight and is dumbfounded.

Before Louise, who is on the grass and gazed in shock, was looking at a large unusual, overturned, metallic and black sort of cage. The other students, who later saw it, gasped along with Prof. Colbert. Prof. Colbert was quite surprised and very intrigued at the thing in the yard. They were surprised when out of nowhere, they heard a groan, along with some kind of mumbling in an unknown language. They searched for the source of the sound, and soon found it coming from the cage. Two large armored hands come out of the opening under the metallic cage. The cage was then pushed upward and overturned. The cage couldn't remain intact as it makes a loud crash and imbedded itself on the wall of the castle. But what was more surprising was the sight that they now beheld. A large armored humanoid form is standing up on the ground. Its body is covered with green armor with black underneath and no flesh can be seen. There are also items attached to the armor and all of them look very strange to all of them.

-Earlier-

The Spartan is clutching at the rack of the weapons as he felt a pulse of gravity. As he looked outside, a blinding white light met him, making him averted his gaze.

"Interceptions ? Whom ? If it's the USNC they would have confirmed me." With the thought in his mind, he quickly grabbed an Energy sword, an Energy shield and a handful of spare Covenant batteries before the light blinded him as 1337 felt like he was sucked into a black hole.

-Inside the portal-

The Spartan opened his eyes to find himself being propelled towards the end of the tunnel made out of white light.

"What the hell ? Where am I ?" He starts looking around when suddenly he hears someone speaking.

"My name is Louise Françoise le Blanc de la Vallière. Pentagon of the five elemental powers, Heed my summoning... and bring forth...my familiar !" a female voice said in a different language.

As he reached the end of the light tunnel 1337 thought that whatever was going to happen was better than being is stuck there in the unknown. The portal sucked him in along with the weapon rack he was holding to and closed behind him. He then found himself hitting the ground on his back then the rack falling over him. Thankfully the large metal rack didn't hit him directly. For that, he thanked his own awesomeness.

-Back to present-

"Ow." 1337 let out a groan as he shook off all the weapons and let a rack flew off him with a simple swing of his arm. Where it went to he didn't care. Slowly he stood up and ran an initial scan on himself and the armor system, and all things turned out to be fine. However the motion tracker in his HUD indicated that there were about 50 units inside a radius of 20 meters close to him. Instinctively, he immediately picked up the nearest weapon to him, which was a M90 shotgun. 1337 cocked it, and pointed out in front of him. But what he saw surprised him.

He saw a bunch of kids dressed up in some kind of robes, each one of them holding a twig, and strange, possibly mutated animals standing next to them. But what caught his attention were three things. The first thing was the large blue winged lizard creature standing next to a glassed girl with a staff in her hand. 1337 knew that this was a dragon, after all he studied some knowledge about ancient history, where this creature would come into play. But he never expected to see one in front of his eyes. The next things ne noticed was the huge ass castle in the background and the blue sky in the further back. But the most important thing, the short pink haired girl who was standing in front of him.

Louise stared into the barrel of the strange musket that this creature pointed at her. She was frightened. Anyone would if they had a 7 foot tall armor being pointing a gun at his head. But her noble pride would not allow her to act like she was afraid, and with a demanding tone, she spoke.

"Who, or what are you, familiar ?"

1337 looked at her and heard she spoke. He recognized her voice as the voice inside the portal. And thus he booted up an translation program to find out she was speaking in an old branch of French. As the program was ready, he answered with a laugh.

"So you want to know who I am huh ? Well let me tell ya, I am one of the greatest warriors in space. I am Spartan 1337. What ? No applause ? What kind of audience is this ?" He mumbled to himself.

He then noticed an older man with bald head and a different robe, which he quickly assumed that the old man had some kind authority in this place. 1337 turned the man and asked him about this place.

"Mister, can you tell me where I am ? And what is going on here ?"

Prof. Colbert was startled from the armored being's attention but then decided to answer its question.

"You're in the courtyard of the Tristain Academy of Magic, where we held the Springtime Summoning Ritual. My student Louise de La Valliere," He points to the pink-haired girl, "summoned you here as her familiar."

"Sorry sir, but I don't believe what you are saying. Magic does not exists. Are you some kind of cult ?" 1337 sated at him ridiculously. Prof. Colbert then summoned a small fireball from his staff and levitated it in his palm.

"Interesting, so I believe you for now. So where am I ?"

"We can answer your questions later. Another class is about to perform the ritual." Prof. Colbert told him. "We need you to hurry up and finish the summoning ritual. From the look of you, I don't think you are a golem, since golem are not this small. Are you human perhaps ?"

"Of course, what do you think ?" 1337 looked at him like the old man was demented.

"Very well, so I need you to remove the helmet."

"Right, so now what ?" 1337 asked before removing his helmet. Anyone gasped as they saw his face in sight. Of course, what would you think, his awesomeness wasn't just limited by his epic power, but his look as well. His skin was pale, but kind of exotic at the same time. His hair was dark brown, and it was cut short. He had scars on his face, one on the bridge of his nose, and the other one on his left cheek, gave him the look of a war veteran. His eyes were gray, which he asked for during his augmentation, because he thought it was cool. But nonetheless, he was one heck of a handsome guy, even if he said it himself. But then it kinda annoyed him when the kids started laughing, but it wasn't directed at him, so he could just care less.

"Consider yourself lucky, commoner." Louise said as she stood closer and motioned him to stand lower. 1337 understood the movement of her hand, kneeled down to one knee so his eyes met her face. Before he could complained she pulled closer and kissed him. He knew that he is handsome but to this extend is a bit to bold for him, but then he figured that he was too awesome to care. He was lost in his thought when a numbing and tingling sensation filled up his left hand, and it started to heat up. As sudden as it came, the sensation was gone before he knew it. Looking at his arm, he could see the glow emanated under his gauntlet.

"Can I see your hand please ?" Prof. Colbert asked as he held out his hand.

"Sorry what did you say ?" 1337 asked after he put on his helmet.

"Can I see your hand."

1337 pulled off his gauntlet and show him the hand. He was surprised when he found the strange letters embedded in his hand.

"Ah yes, these are strange runes indeed." Colbert talked to himself as he hastily copied the runes to a piece of paper. After he was done, he turned to the class and spoke.

"Okay, class is over. All students please return to your dorm."

After that, he waved his staff and flew to a tower of the castle. Some other students also flew off to their room while the rest walked to the large wooden door to enter the castle. Louise was among them. After several staircases and a few turns, they were at her room.

The room was bland but to a Spartan it was enough. It consisted of a wardrobe, a round table with a small oil lit lamp and a large bed with a stack of hay on the floor next to it.

"You will be sleeping there familiar !" Louise told him as he looked at the corner with the bundle of hay.

"Aw hell no." 1337 answered, very annoyed. "Who do you think you are commanding me like that ?"

"That was what I want to ask." Louise put her hands on her hips, a pose was supposed to be intimidating, but it was not helping if said person only reached the armpit of the Spartan. "I am your master, and you are a familiar, so you must obey me."

"No." was his simple answer. Who the hell does she think she is ? No one mess with a Spartan, and no one mess with the awesome 1337. Out of nowhere Louise pulled out a whip proceeded to hit the Spartan with that, only to have it caught between his fingers and he snapped it like a twig. Oh he was so enjoying the look of the fear stricken on her face.

"I am going to sleep." And with that Louise turned her face to him. "Undress me."

"What ?"

"A simple command like that and you don't understand ? I said undress me."

"A simple task like that could be done by yourself. I'm outta here."

And with that 1337 walked out of the room and closed it behind him, leaving a startled Louise. As he walked down the gate, he saw a figure of a girl in a maid uniform, or that was what the magazine one of the marines gave him said it was. She had black hair and bright blue eyes, and the most prominent feature was her large bust. She was cheerfully dusting off a bust of some old man with a long beard.

"Ah excuse me miss." He called out.

"Ah yes, sir…?" the maid asked.

"You can call me Spartan."

"Yes sir Spartan what can I do for you ?"

"Can you find me a large sack, favorably made by cloths, and a place where I can use as a storage ?"

"That would be no problem. Please follow me." She smiled as she led him out of the castle and walked to a small shed behind the castle. She opened it with a small key and pulled out a bag.

"Is this good enough for you ?"

"This should do. Thank you miss…?"

"The name is Siesta."

"Thank you miss Siesta."

"My pleasure." She smiled. "You can use this shed as storage. I used it to store my cleaning tools."

"Thank you. So where can I find you to return the key ?"

"I'm often found in the kitchen. Come there when you are done."

"Once again thanks." 1337 smiled beneath his helmet. He began to like this girl more. She seemed more sincere and kinder than that stuck up pink shorty. As he walked away with the sack, Siesta returned to her duty.

Walking back to the place where he was summoned, 1337 began to gather all the weapons that he had swept away behind a tree before he left. Apart from the his own pack of nutrition pills, the M90 shotgun, the energy sword, energy shield and a pack of spare Covenant batteries for the energy weapons, he found a MA5C Assault Rifle, some plasma grenades, a box full of 7.62x51mm FMJ clips, about ten of them, and lastly a box full of 8 gauge shotgun shells, containing 60 rounds. He put it all in the sack after he loaded the M90 full, and walked back to the shed.

Putting the sack to a well hidden corner of the shed, he sat down and put off his helmet. This was too much even for him. Well, he gotta find a way home anyway, just like always. He popped a nutrition pills down his throat and put his helmet on. Sat on a corner next to his bag, he slowly dozed off to sleep.

Author's note : Yeah that's about it. I did this out of boredom. 1337 or Leet as I call him, is one of my favorite Spartans, and somehow I see it fit for his nature to be lost in the most unusual ways possible. Well if you like it please review.