I am running a fan-fic on the Bungie.net to detail a story for the final battle for Earth, I am going to post it here as well. I hope you like it.
Spartan-117 clambered onto the massive Forerunner structure as it disengaged from High Charity's reactor and settled in on a small hallway, unseen from enemy eyes. Clad in MJOLNIR Mark VI armor, he had seen and fought everything the Covenant could throw at him, but fatigue was catching up with him quickly. He was unable to find any stim packs, so he rested his head on the metal wall and drifted off to sleep as the Forerunner ship entered slipspace.
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You can rest when you are dead. But if you do not rest, you are as good as dead. So get some rest.
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Linda-058 dived behind a Warthog as explosions rained around her. The Covenant had spread across Africa like a tidal wave and now besieged the city of Arusha, Tanzania.
She readied her customized version of the S2AM Sniper Rifle and leaned around the corner. No targets in sight. The Marine contingent under her command was approximately seven hundred meters from her current position.
Something was terribly wrong from her perspective. A SPARTAN transponder would have been noticed by the Seventh Armored Column. She raced across the street as the Captain of her assigned charge flashed on her visor.
Rank: Captain, United Earth Space Corps
Service Number: J2926-7141S-4672E
Linda-058 found herself inside an abandoned water pumping station. She knew that the station was converted into a military bomb shelter.
"Damn it," she breathed. The power was out inside the station.
She turned on her flashlight and advanced inside the station, sweeping left and right with her M6D pistol. Yet out of the corner of her eye, she could see a crimson substance. It looked entirely out of place to her as she raised her weapon in caution.
It was blood. Human blood.
She lowered her head to the floor as her flashlight revealed the mangled body of a Marine. The man had almost been eaten alive. Teeth marks were all over his arms and his chest was almost burned away by plasma fire. She bent foreward to retrieve his dogtags and stood up.
In a flash, two alien hands reached foreward and grabbed her throat. She lurched backwards in immediate reaction, slamming the Brute into the wall. Her pistol was driven to the floor.
Linda could feel her heart race as she was pressed for oxygen.
Your race is doomed, Demon.
She lurched downward onto her hands and knees, bringing a swift kick to the alien's stomach and was back on her feet.
You have failed.
SPARTAN-058 watched as the simian went bezerk, charged forward, and sent her sailing backwards. She gasped for air as she saw that the Brute brought an arm down on her visor. Blood splattered on her forehead as she attempted to grasp a plasma rifle, lying next to her leg.
The Journey is nigh.
The Petty Officer lurched foreward as the Brute slammed his foot down against her chest. She gagged for breath as the life faded from her eyes.
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John-117 snapped awake from his nightmare to the cold, dark corridor he had occupied for several hours. This was no vision. It could not possibly be true.
He had only one choice. Keep his mind off of it.
The Master Chief shivered. He missed his family of Spartans. He missed Cortana for her guidance, however annoying it may seem at times. He even missed his mentor, CPO Mendez, who had disappeared a lifetime ago.
Why did they haunt him?
The ship lurched forward as the Master Chief heard a familiar voice.
"New contact. Unknown Classification."
"It isn't one of ours. Take it out."
Lord Hood. The High Admiral was still giving the Covenant one hell of a fight, but the Spartan had to complete his mission.
"This is SPARTAN-117, can anyone read me? Over."
"Isolate that signal," Lord Hood ordered, "Master Chief, do you mind telling me what you are doing on that ship?"
The Master Chief hopped down into the corridor and replied, "Sir, finishing this fight."
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One always fears what one cannot understand.
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