How I met the Chief
My name is Private Richard Ackers; many would say I'm lucky for being alive for being blown apart by a plasma grenade and given the medal of bravery. But also for the reason of why I got blown up, simply put I met a Spartan one of the myths that I grew up hearing about, but only by jumping in front of a grenade to save him. Listening to stories of their courage and strength and power how they gave humanity their fighting chance against the covenant. How without them we would have lost the war to meet one is could fill one with awe at their terrible power yet very much human grace. But lucky me I had to go catch a grenade to meet one. The man himself the Master Chief. The hero who defied the odds, who single handedly stonewalled the Covenant from destroying us all. To meet him would be an honor many would have died for, but I only gave up my organs and limbs to have that honor. Now I'll never get out of this hospital bed until I die which I've been told is very soon due to the severity of my plasma burns. The only thing I regret is not getting see what the Chief actually look like, much less talk to him (due to my vocal chords being torn to shreds). But who cares (beep-beep-beep). I got to be a hero for once I got to (beep- -beep). Do something that really matters (beepbeepbeep-beepbeepbeep-beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep).
..."Time of death" "8:34 P.M." "then thats that, Private Richard Ackers died of plasma burns and blunt force trauma to his abdomen and chest cavity".
Sangheile POV-
The recent battle weighed heavily on Kranuns' mind. He could not believe what he had seen and survived. While fighting along side the humans and the "Demon" against the a detachment of Covenant forces. His eyes were very much so opened to depths the humans would go to save one another , he saw a young warrior jump on a plasma grenade to save his allies. While it was a noble sacrifice it made him question the whole war and his part in it. Think he had been killing his now turned comrades for a sum of a decade, mostly killing the unarmed, and scared of the human species hunting them down in the name "Salvation"... the very essence of the word spiked pangs of venomous rage in his hearts. Then came the revelation he wasn't enraged, he was ashamed of what he had done. The killings he had committed, he had enjoyed, he took joy from hunting the humans down and commiting genocide. From that moment on he vowed revenge on the Prophets and those who so blindly followed them. For all who stood in the path of his revenge would fall to his sword and rage.
alright this was my first fic ever so give me flames and review because i need to learn how to write or type so next short one shot coming up