A/N:
Hello everyone and welcome to Soldier's Change! I have high hopes for the story, now that summer is close and I actually have the time! I won't give too much of the story away, but the main characters are going to be a UNSC Marine and a Sangheili Warrior. Please leave some reviews, suggestions, etc. and follow to keep up with what's to come!
-JazzMan173
Reach. July 30th, 2552. Specialist Avery O'Shay hunkered down behind his concrete cover as hot plasma blasts flew over his head. Explosions shook the land beneath his boots, colors of blue and green dancing across the night sky. His team, now heavily outnumbered by the seemingly endless waves of Covenant, was holding a town center in the agricultural sector of the planet.
"Dammit Irish, return fire, or we'll all end up…"
Sergeant Peters was cut off as O'Shay looked up, only to see a shot from a needle rifle blow through the side of the man's head. The pink shard flew still, now carrying with it the remnants of another Covenant victim. Only 5 soldiers remained in his unit, all running low on ammo, some slightly wounded, all trying desperately to stay alive.
"Anna, move!" He shouted, spotting a plasma grenade sailing towards her, glowing brighter and brighter.
She turned to run, but it was too late, as the orb detonated a few feet behind her, sending her flying forward, full of shrapnel and burning as the flames reached her back. O'Shay reached out instinctively, trying to save his friend, until he himself took a blast on both his shoulder and his neck. He collapsed, his muscles contracting in pain, unable to move as he watched the last of his friends fall to the onslaught.
He felt helpless, lying there almost paralyzed, as Covenant troops started to push past their defenses unopposed. Grunts, Jackals, and Elites alike hopped the barricades and charged forward. One, however, stopped as it pushed itself over the concrete, an Elite in the standard blue Minor armor. It looked his way as he lay in a haze on the ground, saying nothing as it grabbed him by his armor and dragged him towards their dropships.
Nearing the looming purple machine, he managed to croak, "No… stop, you… you bastard…"
As the tall creature pulled him into the gravity lift, he lost consciousness, like a dark wave rushing over him, brief solace from his fear.
