Kray
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The battle had left him scared. So many of the people he once called his brothers and sisters, had died. As far as he knew, he was the last surviving Spartan-III. Zach had died from an energy blade through the abdomen which in a sick way is poetic justice with the way he lost his arm. Alice, who always looked out for him in the end died by his side from a brute gravity hammer. Anders had taken on overwhelming amounts of covenant with his sniper until it ran dry then he fought with his knife and hands till his inevitable death. Kyle was MIA. Rilanna. Rilanna died in the covenant super carrier along with a dozen other Spartan-III's including Sam. Sam was the youngest. A teenager. But to the Spartans that knew him, he was a hero.
Now Kray is only on a planet that held so much bitter memories that would never leave him. He wondered how his old instructors were handling things. He saw Spartan 051, Kurt, listed as MIA. With Spartans. That normally meant death. Tom, Lucy, CPO Mendez, multiple Spartan-III's from Gamma team, three Spartan-II's, along with some scientist lady called Halsey were found where Onyx had once been.
The memories enveloped him so much he thought he was still there. But no. He was alone, looking for a way out of this hell. He had walked through the ruins of cities. He found crashed ships from both the Covenant and UNSC including the bow of the Lone Ranger. He swapped out some armor that had been shredded and replenished his ammo supply. He did run into the occasional covenant straggler or a couple rebels who thought they could try and take over this place.
Kray jogged up a steep mountain that overlooked a valley. When he crested the peak, he saw smoke rising, which wasn't exactly uncommon, but this was thick and fresh. Kray removed the sniper rifle from his back and replaced it with his assault rifle. He zoomed through the scope and scanned the field that was littered with bodies, wrecks, and a rouge pelican that seemed intact. Around it were several men in makeshift armor and older models of the assault rifle. Hmm. Easier than taking down a grunt with a jackhammer.
He slid down the hill and equipped his assault rifle. He crept towards the rebel encampment. He wove his way between debris and behind guards. The pelican was now a mere ten meters away. But there were at least ten men sitting outside the bay doors of the pelican. They were clustered together closer than any experienced soldier would be. Kray released a frag grenade from his belt and held it at the ready. He stepped forward and made himself known.
"Live or die. Your choice." Kray growled. Rebels being the genius that they are, retrieved their rifles and tried to take aim on Kray. Being fifteen steps ahead of them, had already primed the grenade and thrown it. The grenade landed perfectly at the center of everyone. The grenade detonated and all but two went down. Kray squeezed the trigger and released a controlled burst at each man. He charged towards the pelican and got into the pilot seat. He turned on the engine and started to hover above the ground. Kray pressed the accelerator and sped off across the sky. He was low on fuel so would have to find a source in a city.
A small smile danced across Kray's lips. He had a ride out of here at last! Now he would finish the fight.
I'm dedicating this books to all of my fans from the Spartans Don't Die story. I hope you all enjoy this prologue! But do not fret, I will explain the ending of the last story in detail! So stick with me, so we can Finish the Fight! And remember, Spartans Don't Die.