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Huri looked around the corner. There was no sign of the enemy. But this enemy was tricky, and had an uncanny ability to appear at the exact wrong time he wanted it too. A shadow on a shadow alerted him to the presence of at least one of the slippery opponents. His new armor allowed Huri to melt into the shadows.

"Come out, come out where ever you are" Huri said to himself.

Then, a flash of movement, Huri fired. The bolts hit.

"SIMULATION TERMINATED...SIMULATION TERMINATED"
"Huri, that is the fourth time you have beaten Jesse at this game."

Huri smirked to himself. Defeating a Spartan was no easy task. He had gotten lucky, very lucky. Jesse picked himself up, brushing the burn mark off of his armor. Then nodded to Huri. Huri had been working with the Spartan for a week now. He had surpassed everything anyone had thought possible in the armor.

"I think phase four is ready to be initialized."
"Phase four" Huri asked.
"Phase four is your max combat training. We will use your suit's neural uplink to directly upload fighting techniques and combat strategies to your brain. Like super accelerated learning."
"Like they do in the matrix?"

All the scientists looked at each other.

"A movie I watched in that big cell they locked me up in."

At ONI headquarters Ackerson fumed a pillar of steam.

"I can't believe they put the suit on that alien! I had the perfect candidate and they put a covenant in it!!"

Ackerson threw his chair across the room.

"I will stop them from destroying my position, even if I have to take out a few people on the way!!"

Lieutenant Walker watched Huri absorb the data directly into his mind. Instead of lying on a medical bed, he had chosen a strange position. The same position he meditates in. As the fighting data and combat techniques flowed into his mind, he didn't concentrate on them. He allowed them to flow into both his sub-conscious and conscious minds. Once both absorbed the data. It would come as natural reflexes to use them in combat.

The links to his armor shut off, then dislocated from the uplinks.

"I know kung fu."
"No you don't; combat hand-to-hand techniques are not uploaded until phase five."
"I was quoting another movie."
"Oh, right."

The scientist rubbed his head. This was the most bizarre, strange, and most illogical elite he had ever heard of. But he had to admit, it could best two Spartans in even hand-to-hand combat. Huri stood up, then stretched.

"Hmm, tactical data, and battle strategies. I think these may be useful to me. *YAWN*"
"They should, in combat while commanding a team, these maneuvers are crucial."
"I will be given a team?"
"Your mission is to infiltrate the covenant homeworld, and rescue human beings who were a part of something they shouldn't have been a part of. OF COURSE YOU GET A TEAM YOU NUMSKULL!!!

The lieutenant got up from his chair and walked into the room. Ready to break up a potential bloodbath.

"Are we now ready for phase five?"
"Yes sir."
"What is phase five?"
"We've already told you some of it. The other bits are a surprise."

The scientist winked. Huri considered getting the info on phase five the easy way, but that wouldn't be good for his being on the human's side now. He waited for them to assemble the equipment for uploading the stuff they called karate into his mind.

"Beginning uploads. Upload will be complete in twelve minutes thirty seconds counting."

"Lieutenant Walker!"
"What is it?"
"Colonel Ackerson has gone loco about the experiments with the elite. He is coming down here in person to stop it! He is already at the first checkpoint!"
"Does he have clearance?!"
"He says he does."
"Aaron, fix his clearance, keep him stalled, if you can, stop him. If we pull the plug on Huri now, the strain will kill him!"

Ackerson, flanked by marines, walked through the second checkpoint. But right when he entered the third, he heard a familiar voice.

"I warned you colonel, now you will see how far I can spread my abilities."
"No!"

The door they came through closed. And the consoles in front of them shot sparks as the wring fused.

"That should keep you right were I want you until the proper authorities come to pick you up. You have been marked a criminal and will be tried as such. You have no rights but those given to you by the court. You will not resist or the charges will be more extreme. Marines, take the colonel into custody."

The marines looked confused.

"Stand down marines, I'm in charge here."
"Your authority has been stripped from you colonel. Your charges are blatant disregard and disobedience of presidential orders on grounds of a personal vendetta. Also you have placed innocent human beings in the potential danger. Those human beings, who happened to be teenaged children. Because of this you have put them in a place where they will be killed. Thus you have been charged with murder in the first degree. The court will decide on what to charge you with on these terms. If you resist arrest you will be charged with such, and will be punished as the law provides. Have a nice day."

Ackerson's jaw dropped open. How could this have happened? He grabbed one of the marine's rifles and opened up on the door.

"And colonel, don't try that. The doors are three inches of titanium-A. We wouldn't want you getting hurt now, do we?"

Ackerson yelled curses as he threw the rifles against the door.

"Who of you has any grenades?!"
"Sir, this space is too small, you would kill us all!!"

Ackerson slumped to the ground, beaten. But he knew that if he got the chance, he would get revenge, on all of them.

"Lieutenant Walker, I don't believe the colonel is entirely sane" Aaron told the el-tee.
"Who does?"
"Good point."
"I just hope they don't record the trial."
"I have been asked to front the prosecution. You have just been given a subpoena. I believe you are to testify."

Walker sighed explosively.

"But if you wish I could have someone else, since you're busy."

Walker looked cross at the AI. Aaron smiled. But something nagged at him. It almost seemed, to easy. But what is there to say. His capabilities far surpass even Cortana. A human is primitive compared to him.

"Your grace, I come with news."
"Come in Tartarus. What news do you speak of?"

A brute walked up to the prophet of light and reported.

"The Osoona Huri' Furomee has not returned from his mission. It has been over two hundred cycles. How much longer must we wait before we believe he may be captured, or killed?"
"Huri' Furomee is no ordinary elite; he is not one to be captured easily. He may be taking his time."

The brute bowed. The prophet was right, this was no ordinary elite. He remembered hearing that this elite had snapped the vertebrae of one of his own kind in one single kick that sent the brute flying into the wall. If the rumor was true, and Huri was one of the three existing genetically altered elites, then it was likely that the elite was still inside the ship, waiting for the right moment.

Huri stared hard at his opponent. It was a major game of wits, intellect, and superiority.

"Your move."

Jesse moved his queen. The chess game had gone on for an amazing two hundred and thirty-four turns. The scientists who had been taking notes were snoring loudly by now. After a spectacular three hundred and two moves, Jesse called checkmate.

"You're good, Spartan. Even though I have never played this game, you put up a good fight."
"I've never played for this long before either."

Huri, after getting a full eighteen hours of sleep, walked into the briefing room. He had been appointed to be one of the team leaders in the extraction mission for his acts in giving the humans technology and information. The entire room slammed into attention when he walked in. He looked over the group of newly trained class 2 Spartans. (Class 2, second group of Spartans)

"Sit down. I have called this briefing to inform you all on this mission. We will be infiltrating the covenant homeworld. This planet here, High Charity. I will be piloting the small ship we captured to help us gain access to the moon. Once we reach the moon our primary objective is to secure my old home. It houses a vast storehouse of equipment that could serve us well in the mission after that. The grunt currently residing in the house is named Zayap. He could help us so do not run in blasting anything that moves. The hunter, Larel, may also prove extremely useful."

The Spartans shifted in their seats. Huri stared at them all. They were barely twenty years old. The final group of Spartans to ever be successfully produced. They were his team, all sixteen of them. They all had their customized MJOLNIR armor and weapons. They sat at attention. Huri racked his mind for the correct order.

"At ease Spartans. Once the house is secure we will set up a secure COM post so the covenant will not be able to triangulate our positions. Once in the house you will set up a perimeter while I try to locate the transmitter's code sequences. Once you get my signal, pilot the covenant dropship into the city, and zero in on the civilians listening devices. Any questions?"
"What is our extraction plan, sir!?"
"We are going to escape on this ship. The archangel. It is a prototype warship that the covenant have been working on for many years. It isn't large. About the same size as a human frigate. But has the same firepower as three covenant cruisers, plus, it has fighters."

The Spartans whistled. It was a beauty of a ship. With forward facing wing struts it had the brilliance of a predator.

"Now gear up, we leave in two days."

The Ackerson sat inside the large courtroom. He kept his head in his hands. Aaron, the AI that got him here, wasn't at the prosecution table yet. Ackerson's attorney looked over papers and other junk. The ensemble of generals slowly walked into the courtroom and took their seats in the semi-circle shaped judges table.

"This is a non-public JAG court of law. There will be restrictions on witnesses. One witness each. This trial will be short, simple, and to the point. Where is the prosecutor?"
"Right here sir."

Aaron appeared in a flash of light as the holoprojectors kicked into gear.

"I'm on prosecution."
"An AI?"
"Yes sir. I have the most knowledge of the defense and his charges."

The JAG officers whispered to each other.

"Very well."

Huri walked through the Spartans barracks. He looked over each and every one of them.

"Spartan 254, Lance. Step forward."

A very well built human stepped forward.

"Sir!"
"Your demolitions."

The Spartan smirked and stepped back.

"Spartan 211, Harry. Step forward."
"Here sir!"
"You are our com specialist."

The Spartan looked at the floor. Obviously the Spartans preferred combat over computer work.

"Spartan 175, Danielle. Step forward."

A very lanky female stepped forward. She was thin, and very tall.

"You are our sniper. You get this."

He tossed her a rather long rifle.

"The S3 is your weapon. It is less powerful then an S2, but is perfectly silent and has a 20X range on the scope."

The girl beamed as she inspected the weapon.

"Alright. Team two, and team one, split up."

The Spartans split into two lines.

"I am team one's commander. Our objective is to engage enemy forces. Team two's commander, please come up here."

A banging noise on the metal stairs told the younger Spartans that one of their seniors was coming up, in full armor.

"Team two's leader is this man."

All the Spartans stared at the large build that the older Spartan had.

"This is Spartan, uh. Psst, what's your number again?"
"107."
"This is Spartan 107, Jesse. He is your commander."

The Spartans all nodded. Still not used to being under the command of an alien.

"Jesse, you get the job of airlifting the civilians out of the area, and to the archangel. Once you secure the vessel come pick us up, okay?"
"Right. Your boys get all the fun though."

Huri shook his head, trying not to laugh.

"Alright Spartans, get your gear onto that ship. I want it stocked in two hours" Jesse yelled.
"SIR YES SIR!!!"

Huri smiled and walked out. As Jesse supervised the loading of the covenant cargo ship, Huri checked the info feed for the upcoming mission.

"This is not going to be a cake walk, in fact. I don't think we will all come out alive," Huri said to himself worriedly.

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