Good morning, rookies. 
 
This was the last good morning of your lives.
 
I am Drill Sergeant Henderson. You will address me as "Sir".
The High Command sent me to turn you losers into proper soldiers,
and I swear I will do that even if it kills you.
 
 
THE S.P.A.R.T.A.N.
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This pile of metal is a Spartan-class battlesuit. 
 
 . . .
 
No, this isn't Sparta, you moron. One more "witty" remark 
like that and I'm going to jettison your ass out of the nearest 
airlock, understood? 
 
"S.P.A.R.T.A.N." is just a dumb acronym some 
smartass up in R&D came up with. 
 
For next two weeks, you will wear this suit. You will train in it. 
You will eat in it. You will sleep in it. You will fight in it.
 
Right now, you have fifteen minutes to put it on and haul your
ass to Training Course One. 
Dismissed!
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