You want to know me...the real me. Heh there is no such thing.
I am what you see a tool, a soldier, a Spartan. Juan Estaban Torres, born and raised to be one. Now you may be thinking that most spartan were handpicked, that they were "chosen" no not me...let me explain. It all start on the date of my birth, born on november 2380, born to a middle class family not much going on in my life, then the Orion Project happend. I enlisted became Spartan I, one of the elite, one of the best. But one of the best doesn't mean I was invicible. At the age of 40 I died, the physical and mental side-effect of the spartan augmentaion had caused to much pain more than I could handle and soon it would take over and consume me. I entered a vegitaged state stuck in a useless shell of my former self. Me one of the best, but Oni III didn't think so they saw me usefull as something they could use. They gave me a child a clone and exact replica, but a child nontheless. He was what some called a Spartan 1.1 but instead of being a normal child like most he was meant for something greater but I would never see that day. I was taken off life support, I was no longer needed.
That was my first memory when I was born, it wasn't mine but at the same time it was. I had memories of someleses life his whole life, I would see them every night in my dreams. I would take me years before I realised whos memory it was, it was mine. It was from my former life, it seem that the cloning had a side-effect. I had remebered everything, every love every misery, every battle, everything. I was a trained soldier without even being trained. At the age of 8 I was enlisted into the Spartan II project, I wasn't one of the initial 300. No I was a secret even from UNSC. Halesy had kept me a secret for the same reason I was made. I was a Spartan 1.1 Halsey wanted to see if I would differ from the other candidates and I did. Being a Spartan 1.1 gave me many advantages increased strenght, speed, stamina. With the augmentaion of the program only furthered those trait, I was faster, stronger,smarter than any Spartan II, but that would soon be my downfall. I was sent on the more dangerous of mission in covenant territory, I was trained to be a ghost and thats what I was. I would taking out armies, battalions of Covenant without no sign of my presence. But one mission is all it take, I was out on the far reaches of the galaxy on a recon mission the covenant were doing something big and the UNSC needed to know. But unkown to them it was a trap. As soon as I touched down I was captured, tortured, I am the reason why they don't take prisonser, through me the covenant found that any human no matter what torture would give and information on any human colonies. So they killed and thats all there is to it or so I thought. Halsey had sent a small stealth group to come retrieve me or should I say pieces of me that they could find. Only one survived mission a women who would soon be the catalyst of my rebirth.
Now it comes to me the me that you see in front of you. We were born in the winter of 2523. There was eight of us, all looked the same, an exact replica of one another or should I say a replica of my second life. I say "my" now instead of "we" because I was the best, I was the strongest, I was the survivor. As soon as we reached the age of 8, one of us was defected, he showed a defect in his mental capability. His brain had shut down and he was a vegetable, hmm a reminence of my first life. The heads ignored him as if he was nothing more than an object, to us he was part of us not a thing but a life, a person. But soon we would see differently, as we started our Spartan training those that were weak were ignored left behind...like trash and nothing more. We went through rigorous training mental and physical, and those that broke under the preassure were left to rot. The heads ordered us not to make any sign of aknowlegement toward them, the heads ignored them not even showing any sympathy to feed those tht failed and I hated them for it so much that I wouls kill them at any moment but since I couldn't do that I disobeyed thier order. When I got food I fed them When I got to shower I would let one of them go ahead and take my place. Since we looked alike it was hard to tell who from who. Anyway the training only got harder the older we got, at the age of 16 one of us commited suicide, he jumped off one of the cliffs that we excersied around. The others didn't mind, the heads had indoctiranted them into thier ideals "the weak must die and the strong survive", but I didn't it saddend me to see another one of my bretheren fall, I held a secret funeral at night that day, no one else knew about it. When we were 18 we were given MJOLNIR armor to wear for our training to simulate the weight of it in combat.
On one of our training mission we were sent to a unkown planet for what we thought was combat training on foreign ground, it was combat training alright. We dropped in like ODST's did but when we landed were in the middle of a Covenant base. Given only what we had, which wasn't much, we fought strong and hard. At the end the base was destroyed hundreds of Covenant lay at my feet..aswell as the 3 brothers. I had lived, I had survived what seemed impossible odds, I was the best of the eight and that was the heads wanted. To see which one of us survived they sent us on a suicide mission to weed out the unwanted. When they picked me up they showned no sign of congrats, I wasn't made to be celebrated on or for people to know who I am and what I done for humanity. After that I was sent on more mission, and the more I did the better I became, soon I would gain rank in the UNSC and get in command of my own ship with my own AI. I was glad. I was finally in control of my own destiny.
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