(i hope I'm not too late..)<br/><br/>Spartan 42 was a battle hardened war machine. He had been on harvest before it was glassed and was the last to make it off alive...he had been left behind and had been forced too fight his way into a covenant cruiser. He stowed away inside silently killing off the crew one by one until he was the last living thing on it. He had flown it home nearly being shot down by his own people on his return...he had docked with the hercules and after being debriefed he had been put into stasis until about a year before the current day. He was one of the first to go threw the spartan iii program...his armor was mainly white with gold as a secondary. His symbol was the cross with the sunburst with the cross black...the sun burst rays white and the center a cyan blue...he was big even for a spartan..but he could run as fast as a scout and beat down a hunter..he was the strong silent type...he barely spoke with his fellow spartans. He was a lone wolf after the loss of his team on harvest he didn't trust himself to another team. He used active camo so well he could pass get behind a hunter, plant a grenade in its chest and get to safety before they could think "oh dear"..<br/>His name was matrix...buy most called him 42.<br/><br/>He was in his pod ready to drop with the other spartans..but it malfunctioned and didn't release...that's why he was only coming in now. He dropped in about half a click past them..he turned on his camo as he stepped into a squad of elites. Two clicked our energy swords and the other three took out plasma rifles. Matrix slipped out a bowie knife from his chest sheath. He snuck around silent as a cat and just as fast. He got behind them taking out one with Sword in the far back...driving his knife into its spine. He fell silently...he continued to the next carrying a plasma rifle he too fell.. Then the third feel with a blast from his rifle. He turned off his came pulling the pistol from his hip and the assault rifle from his back unloading both into the two elites. The lay held a sword...he dropped the weapons and pulled his knife again...he waited for the elite to attack disappearing quickly and throwing him off..he side stepped his charge and grabbed his neck in his atm putting him in a head lock jumping on his back and slammed his knife into its forehead. He pulled his knife out wiping it on the dead elite. He sheathed it seeing the group of spartans down the way coming towards him...he tossed a corpse in another and sat down among the carnage.