Jerome erupted to life in his cryopod. His skin itched and burned under his Mjolnir. The cryopod's door whirred up, as Serina's 'body' flickered to life next to it. "Welcome back to the land of the living, Jerome." said Serina. "How long?" replied Jerome. "Well," started Serina, "we've been adrift for approximately...5 years, 7 months, 2 days, 6 hours-"

"I don't need specific dates," said Jerome. "I just wanted to know. Anyways, how's our systems? See anything abnormal?"

"No, I-wait. There's a few heat signatures in hangar bay 12-C-"

"I'll handle it," replied Jerome. "Besides, I'm sure it's just some Jackal pirates."

Jerome walked down to the closest armory he could find. It was bizarre, seeing the Spirit of Fire completely empty. It reminded him of before the augmentations, before he was abducted for the Spartan-II project, when he was only 5 years old. He woke up early, and explored his house. Nobody was there, besides him. It was a vivid memory, even though it was so long ago. He finally arrived at the armory, but not before he realized that he spent so much time thinking, he had passed 4 already. Whatever, he thought. Besides, this one was closer to the hangar he had to get to. He grabbed an M90 shotgun, and headed down to 12-C.

To be continued, probably not.