Nyx was the Ancient Greek goddess of the night. And it was in the Nyx system that the first Spartan was born. At a young age, he was brought to Stanton, where he lived in New Babbage on MicroTech. Lived in the loosest definition possible. He spent most of his time out in the wild, learnt to survive the deadly cold and fend for himself. After his family died he moved back to the Nyx system, where he taught himself how to strike and vanish without trace, suffering many injuries in the process. He still carries the scars as memories of his experiences. After around a year of suppressing trouble in the Nyx system he returned home to MicroTech when he heard of the Xenothreat incursion. But this was not the reason for his return. Neither was the Nine Tails station lockdown. His reason was a threat much harder to detect, but one of greater danger than either. Something not known to the corporate governments of Stanton.

The First Spartan operated mostly out of his ship, cruising, using as little fuel as possible and keeping his EM signature minimal. When he did have to resupply he only ever visited Levski on Delamar. For this trip though he had to leave his Eclipse and instead take his smaller Razor in the hangar of the 890J carrying him through the wormholes between Nyx and Stanton. He wasn’t one for the luxury element, but still appreciated a soft bed every once in a while, even if he did with his silenced LH86 always in hand. On entering Stanton the First Spartan left the 890J and spooled his quantum drive for Arcorp.

The First Spartan worked off stealth above all else, which was the reason for his black armour and black ships. His Razor wasn’t as stealthy as his Eclipse, but it still had a small signature that disappeared amongst all the larger ones flying over Area18 as he descended through the night to a rooftop landing pad. He was undetected by both radar and the human eye. This was not just any skyscraper he had landed on, amongst the thousands that made up Area18. From here he could see the window where the criminal known as Twitch always sat to meet her employees, and the window that the criminal codenamed Witcher slept. Twitch ruled the criminal world on Arcorp, but Witcher was a new and upcoming mind in the underworld who posed a threat even to Twitch. Even though Twitch was a major problem for the Arcorp government, if Witcher came to power she could cause the entire Stanton system to implode, leaving it vulnerable to takeover by Xenothreat.

The First Spartan had information that Witcher would be in her bed, but made sure to check the identity, thermal and heart rate of the figure in his scope. It was Witcher, confirmed. He raised his A03 into his shoulder and steadied his aim. He slid the bolt back and forward, hearing the click as a round came into the chamber. He unloaded the magazine and refilled it with a spare round from his armour. He moved his crosshair over Witcher’s head, took a breath, held it, and closed the trigger. The First Spartan did not flinch as the bullet flew, and watched as it impacted the side of Witcher’s skull. He checked the heart rate and thermal scopes, as the body cooled and the heart rate became zero. Even if she wasn’t dead, the First Spartan knew Witcher would be as the bed soaked with blood. He reloaded the refilled magazine into his weapon, climbed back into his Razor, and left the planet, undetected throughout the whole operation.

For this is the way of The Black Spartans. Strike silently from the darkness, and vanish without trace. This is The Black Spartans; you won’t see us coming, you won’t see us leave, and you will not know what struck you down.