I was there…
Reach had fallen…
We failed to save it…
Reach…
All I knew perished…
My home…
My birthplace…
My family…
Friends…
Gone…
My team…reported MIA…
But I know the truth…
The title should be KIA…
But the UNSC wanted otherwise…
They said we should keep up the belief.
What belief? We aren't invincible. We aren't gods.
We are mortals...
Some say we're close to demigods.
That's an understatement.
Others say we aren't even human.
We're just robots or cyborgs under our second skin.
How I love anonymity.
No one knows who you are.
No one can ridicule you…
Or so I thought.
Secrets have costs.
The UNSC knows that.
But they remain resolute.
We are just puppets tied to strings.
They control us blindly.
They sit down and converse amongst themselves.
But they don't know.
I scoff in secret at their ignorance.
They don't know what goes on.
They think that life is small…
That they can just treat it lightly…
But…that cost me my team…
The only rational beings who understand me…
They know how I feel.
We work together…
We are almost like family…
I could almost laugh at the Command…
What is laughter?
What's a smile like?
A frown?
A grin?
What are tears?
What is sadness?
Sadness is something I think I feel.
But I can't be sure.
I am void of emotion.
I wasn't allowed to show any in training.
We were harshly punished if we did.
What is love?
I think I've heard of it…
But I don't remember…
I think my family showed it…
But do I have a family?
I was told they died.
The Covenant had wiped out the planet Haras…
It was glassed.
No survivors…
But I thought Reach was home?
I can't remember.
I was told that Reach was home.
Home as long as I lived.
In training they nailed it down.
"Reach is your home.
You have no family.
No friends.
Just teamwork…
Each other…
Work as a team…"
I was very young when they sent me out.
My team too…
We went to stall a Covenant's attack on Piras.
But was I ready?
I was told I was.
I was told I was ready whether I really was or not.
They didn't even let me finish the allotted training.
Most of my kind went until 18.
I was 16…
I was told that I started training when I was first born…
What does that mean?
Did I run through an obstacle course before I could walk?
Did I shoot with an MA5B Assault Rifle before I could talk?
Did it matter?
The UNSC didn't care.
They said we're the lifeline for humankind.
The only way to save earth…
I'm an AA Spartan…
Number 116…
Call sign Vector…
My mission?
To exterminate the Covenant and anything else threatening mankind.
Who am I?
My name is Reyes…
And I'm your worst nightmare.