Prolouge: Fighting 45th

Somewhere in the North Atlantic...

"Recon Six reporting in. Position near lighthouse secure. Awaiting orders."

"Recon Five reporting in. With Recon Six I confirm that lighthouse position is secure."

"Recon Four reporting in. Bathysphere secure."

"Recon three reporting in. Entrance secure.

"Recon two reporting in. Lighthouse steps secure.

"Recon one reporting in. Everything is secure."

"This is Spartan 117. Clearence code 2-9-5-6-7-8. Mission one completed. Awaiting green light."

"Rodger Master Chief. Proceed with mission, be warned though. Splicers are likely near the entrance of Rapture."

"Understood Shadow Syndicate. Fighting 45th commencing operation overhaul."

High above the North Atlantic in a cloaked ship, Shadow Syndicate sat watching the cameras of the Fighting 45th. He had retired to a leadership position since everyone besides his old team seemed to die, leaving him to complete the mission. Though only eighteen years of age he had plenty of fighting experiance in various realms and universes. From demons to ghosts. From zombies to monsters, he had fought them all. So he knew how a military mission should be carried out. Therefore that made him the perfect canidate to oversee any operation.

Sighing to himself he grabbed another coke off the table. He really wished he could be down there right now, but his place was here. Among lifeless machines and souless monitors. Surrounded by cold, artificial metal and stale recycled air. Gripping the chair's armrest he resigned himself to wait until the team reached the entrance of Rapture.

Rapture, a city founded on the ideals of Andrew Ryan. An eccentric man who tried to create a utopian society underneath the ocean, three thousand feet under the north atlantic. At those depths a human would be crushed instantly in the freezing salt water. Though much of Rapture had large windows and glass tunnels. How did Ryan create such a magnificent city? The glass might be some kind of high density plastic or plasma created glass. It wasn't impossible for a man such as Ryan, whose search for knowledge could never be quenched.

The problem was that an overuse of ADAM did the man in. What is ADAM? It is genetic code engineered to give the body superhuman powers. Telekineses, Fire casting, Eletric powers and Ice conjuring. ADAM could give it all to a person. Though the side effects eventually turned the person into a mutant with profound psychosis problems and intense aggravation.

A former Mobster known as Fontaine was a man who wanted power. He made a black market off of surface items and ADAM dealing. Finally Ryan could stand it no more and thus a long and brutal civil war erupted between the two leaving a hollow shell of the once bustling city of Rapture.

Wanting nothing more to be rid of this city and it's problems Shadow stayed at the helm of the ship. For it was his duty to make sure everything went along fine.

"Fighting 45th now descending in bathysphere." the voice of Master Chief rang out over the communicator.

"Rodger 45th. Do you need any assitance?"

"Negative command. Looks like another cake-walk."

"Acknowledged 45th. Proceed with mission."

Master Chief held a BR55 Battle Rifle in his hands as they reached the entrance bay. His men set out to scour for any enemies.

"Sir I think you better look at this." one of the men said.

Master Chief looked to where the marine was pointing and suppressed a small shudder of repulsion. A large man-like thing in a diving suit was being devoured by mutant people.

The people then turned towards them and yelled in fury.

"Shit open fire!!" Master Chief yelled as the creatures ran towards them.

"Chief what's happening?"

"Sir the Splicers are everywhere!!."

"We lost jackson!"

"Fall back!! Fall Back!!"

"Chief!! Cheif!!"

The Shadow Syndicate smashed his fist down unto the table and left a sizable hole.

"Ensign!!"

"Yes sir!!"

"Get me the Corporate Attack Beta Squadron!! We have men down!!"

"SIR!!"

The Shadow Syndicate relaxed back in his chair. If these mutant bastards wanted war, he'd give them death.