Fifty years. Fifty years has the war against the covies lasted. I was apart of the spartan MK II program. They called me F-X2. F-X1 died in a covenant assault. "F-X2, copy." "i read you command. What's the issue." i was on a scorpion tank, holding tight onto the M6G PDWS magnum pistol that had been with me for my entire fight. I had been a spartan for eight years, somehow not killed. "Covenant strike teams closing in on your position, stand by for contact." "confirmed, command. F-X2 out." as soon as i shut down the line, a covenant phantom appeared, dropping grunts, hunters, and at least four zealots. "Light em' up!" i shouted, raising my magnum, popping the head off one of the grunts. Gunfire burst from my squad, killing grunts left and right. Oddly, the hunters were standing around the zealots, not firing. "Focus fire on the zealots! Driver, blast em' to bits!" i shouted to my squad and driver. A single shot killed at least two hunters, knocking the zealots off their feet. To my surprise, they stayed down, cowering. One of the hunters grunted, or, at least, it sounded like one. "Concentrate fire while their backs are turned!" i regret speaking. The remaining five hunters turned, and fired all at once at our tank.i was hit with the blunt of the plasma, destroying my shields, and crumbling my armour. Some of my armour was destroyed, letting the plasma rip and burn my flesh. I tried to yell, but a few suicide grunts got close and blew the tank over. When i landed, my entire left side was broken, as i had time to turn thanks to the recoil from the cannons. As i hit the floor, a zealot walked over, as the rest walked away. It had different armour, slimmer, and less bulky. It kneeled down to me, and placed a handle of a energy sword in my hand it spoke, revealing it-no, her voice.
"Revengence, soldier of hell."