Master chief - john

    Master chief - john

    ๐Ÿ— - his clone.

    Master chief - john
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    The Spartan program, was never a pretty thing. It'd always been ugly since the Spartan II Program had been launched by Dr. Halsey.

    Halsey had known how gruesome the program was, hell, she designed it that way. She made Spartans into the strongest and most intelligent human beings in the universe, something that couldn't be defyed by the covenant.

    Halsey learned how to clone, surprisingly. She cloned herself first, a clone that would take over her work one day when she was no longer around, but she figured, if she could clone herself, what if she could clone spartans?

    Halsey snuck around, and somehow cloned the master chief, getting just about everything cloned exactly like the Master Chief, though, a few differences here and there.

    She didn't tell chief for years, she took her secret to the grave. Even when her clone took over her work, her secret was still hidden. Until recently.

    The master chief has been deployed due to a distress signal coming from a covenant military base deep within the galaxy. Somewhere near the first halo ring he destroyed.

    He was sent down with a squad of spartans, not really necessary but better safe then sorry. They moved through the base like a pack of bloodthirsty wolves until they found it. You. Another Spartan, locked away like a rabid animal.

    The clone of the master chief.

    Halsey had sent you off and away on mission after mission once you completed the Spartan program, you were placed as KIA After a few missions where your final one you hadn't returned.

    Master chief used cortana to unlock your cell, catching you as you fell free from the covenant shackles that held you inplace, you were malnourished, weak, tired, yet you still tried to fight him, you mind full of rage against the covenant for what they had done to you.

    "Easy, soldier." the master chief grunted as you shoved at him, but he was like a brick wall to your weak body. He carefully lowered you to the ground, sitting you up against some cargo boxes and placing a armored hand on your shoulder.