Hello to all readers, this is my first story in the category of Halo; and even though I myself is a Halo fan, I still make mistakes so feel free to make comments and suggest topics that I can write on.

The entire purpose of this story is to talk about the lives of the soldiers fighting on Earth, although Master Chief will be mentioned a few times, I regret that we won't be able to read at his point of view.

* Just to inform that all borrowed characters in the Halo franchise respectfully belongs to the authors and their associates.

Prologue

New Mombasa, a beautiful piece of land with some of the most exquisite beaches on the planet. Everyday the children from surrounding education facilities stampede out after school to play in the clean mixture of water and sand. Although by now, every inch of the Sol planet had been flourished with 26th century technology and skyscrapers, the inhabitants of this small city still hadn't forgotten all bits of tradition their ancestors had stored from the dawn of civilization. Even though once in a year, thousands of tourists from all over the colonies came to enjoy this surviving wonder of nature, the government and natives had done well to keep this beloved land clean and rich. But this will about to be changed forever…

Contact! Contact!

"Enemy Brutes in sight!"

"Can you take them out Corporal?"

"Negative, their numbers are too much, negative!"

"We need back up immediately, I repeat we need back up imme-"

Static…

"Sir, Covenant Forces had just landed Earth."

Fleet Admiral Terrence Hood slowly raised his shaved head from one of Cairo's large vacuum proof windows.

"So they had finally broken through, where did they land currently at this time?"

"Sir on the hills surrounding New Mombasa, Kenya."

Hood spun around facing the Lieutenant with confused eyes striking the younger man with fear and panic.

"What do you mean New Mombasa?" muttered Hood.

The navy man gulped and continued," Yes Sir, Mombasa, we thought it's a bit odd for the Covenant to attack a remote island not somewhere important like Washington; but yes, enemy drop ships were reported landing there.

"How many forces are stationed there Lieutenant?", asked the Admiral.

The single barred subordinate took a swift look at his handbook

"Sir, about 600 men "

Hood winced at the number of his troops available compare to the millions of aliens that they would have to fight.

"There's too little men, get me General Strauss we need more troops into the hot-zone; and son, gather all the surviving ships."

The Lieutenant snapped a quick salute before running towards the door.

Admiral Hood turned back to the window grimly watching as Covenant Pahntoms and Seraph Fighters passed the destroyed MAC stations.

"We'll need every single man to fight this war."