Author's Note: This book is my creation at the age of 16 years, 9 months, 2 days, originally created on December 17, 2007. I have gone through agony, pain, and hell to write this book. R&R .
Prologue: Report
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0502 hours July 21, 2554 (Official UNSC Time) New Reach / Alpha Centauri System
After pulling an all-nighter reflecting on the mission that had just been finished, Shield ran onto the track doing his routine exercises before writing the report. On the fifth lap, another person started running. Shield recognized this person; this was the shell of a person he used to call Brimstone. "Brimstone," Shield called, "I know how you feel. I've been through it as well. The feeling of losing someone so close, that your heart feels like it has been ripped from where it was and trampled on."
Stopping his third lap, Brimstone turned and cruelly said, "Colonel, this is not that feeling. The problem I have is that I couldn't prevent her from dying that day. If you had found your perfect match and had to have them DIE in YOUR hands, then and only then can you know how I feel."
"Brimstone," Shield said, "I know you loved her and she loved you, but she knew that the only way to prevent you and the rest of the galaxy from dying was to destroy that abomination manually."
"I know," Brimstone mournfully cried, "but she was two months pregnant with our child. Diana did not need to sacrifice both herself and the child."
When Brimstone had let this slip, Shield feared that Brimstone might be court-martialed if he had said this in front of anyone else. "Brimstone, you and Diana?!" Shield was utterly shocked at that. "Do you KNOW how many regulations you two threw out the window by doing THAT? I know that I have been quite lax in enforcing the regulations; however, that does NOT mean that you can just go around—are you even listening? This is a catastrophe. When did this whole affair begin?" Shield questioned sternly.
Brimstone, almost like his previous self, answered, "Well, sir, I do believe that it was about one year ago when we had gone to Sanghelios on the mission with the peace delegates. When we landed, well, we had bumped into each other and I had apologized in quite a different manner, I guess, because then she started hitting on me and next thing I know, all of my armor was off and she was laying in bed with me. I did have extremely intense feelings for her, but that is when she told me her feelings for me."
"I'm so sorry, Brimstone," Shield apologized. "I'll leave you to yourself." As Shield left and Brimstone continued to run around the track, Brimstone's tears fell behind himself. I feel sorry for the kid, Shield thought, but this is something he has to get through himself. Lord Hood would most likely want a report on the mission that we have returned from.
United Nations Space Command Mission OH07 Documentation
From: Brigadier General Norman 'Shield' Harmon/ (Service Number ERROR: unable to retrieve service number)
To: Lord Terrence Hood, Commanding Officer of ODA-142 Cairo Station/ (Service Number CLASSIFIED)
Subject: Omega Halo Report
/start file/
Lord Hood, you wanted to have this report some weeks ago, but I thought it would be appropriate if in honor of my dead squad mates to write this report on the first anniversary of the beginning of our first mission.
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