Looking out from his post, the Master Chief looks out to a bloody mess. Covenant lines a kilometer thick had been charging, and were taking heavy fire from the UN forces on Earth. When out of nowhere, for no reason, an entire battalion of white armored troops just came out of nowhere, right between the two forces. Having seen the humans on one side, they immediately fired on the covenant lines, and streaks of light came from the sky onto the massed group. In thirty minuets the entire force was destroyed, and someone known as Palleon wanted to see the commander of troops. Later that day, they had forged an alliance, and the "Galactic Empire" brought us badly needed troops to fight our oncoming battles.
In space, a Star Destroyer looms, almost like an arrowhead, pointed at a dead covenant carrier. Its captain marvels at the weapons that had been fired at him, but the turbolasers worked well on this adversary, and the ion cannons had done more than ample amounts of destruction. His TIE fighter defenses were cut down, but he had plenty left for later. But after having done what he just did, he wondered how this new "helper" had taken them halfway across the galaxy in the blink of an eye. He himself wondered who this man was. But they had accomplished what they came for, and now it was time for the Rebel's undoing.
In a meeting room on Earth, the Imperial Navy pledged its forces and equipment to help destroy the covenant. While UN forces pledged to help them if they had any need. One hand helped the other, and everyone thought the end of the war was in sight. They set about a rescue mission to the units on Delta Halo, and started a search for the remaining five. The empire said that they had a weapon that could destroy a ring without ever having to land on it, and wanted to build as many as possible. The amounts of resources were huge, but they had confidence it could, and had, been done. Over the next several hours, many things were debated on, and at the end, three things were clear. First, the construction of two "Death Star's" were to begin immediately. Second, More Spartans were to be created. And last, all covenant would be wiped from the galaxy.
Master Chief looked out on the assembled crowd. He felt strange out of his armor, but was reassured it was in ready condition not that far away. The crowd was all under the age of 10, and was here to begin the fourth creation of Spartans. Standing next to him was another woman, about average height, with bronze highlighted red hair, and glasses that gave her the obvious "scientist" look. She was speaking to them, much the same as he had been spoken too all those years ago. They were on a new world, far from any inhabited planet. The surface was a barren landscape, so everything was underground. But the training would be the same, and soon these young girls and boys would do as he did, and help win the war. He gave a speech to them, and headed out, grabbed his armor, and soon was on his way to a rendezvous shuttle from the "Star Destroyer" he was now detailed to.
…He sat in a chair in a dark room, hunched over a display panel. Data was scrolling over it, and it was all better than he had expected. He laughed a menacing laugh, and laid back in his chair. Their fleet was far from their galaxy, and this new one had just what he was looking for. The entire galaxy knew nothing of the force, and he could corrupt them all to the dark side. And the best part, Luke Skywalker was nowhere around to stop him. He repeated his laugh, but this time, it was several minutes before he stopped…