The Marine that was There.
"Damn" as Private James White flew threw the air and hit the ground with a thud on the desert plan. His Warthog he was in took a hit a few feet in front from a mortar round from a Covenant Wraith tank. He and his passengers were following the Master Chief on his Mongoose, when the round hit in between the two vehicles on the way to the main target.
He scrambled to his feet and picked up his Assault Rifle. They were on their way with the Chief to check out an area where the Covenant was gathering. The area had a dark storm of some sort in the shape of a dome. James could see lighting in the storm, but no sound of thunder ever came. Up ahead was a drop off where the Wraith tanks were dug in. Over to his left where some clumps of grass, the only greenery for miles.
Out of no were came two screaming Banshee flyers as they swooped down and fired a few shots at him. The plasma shots came hurling at him, but they all missed and hit around him sending gizzers of sand all around White. He got turned around in the gizzers of sand and could not see a thing. After the sand went down his helmet COM came to life,
"Marine, fallback now!" as the Lieutenant gave the command.
White did didn't under stand were to "fallback" to. He was in the desert with nothing around him but wreckage destroyed vehicles and bodies of his comrades on the strewn on the ground.
At this moment he heard the mortar tanks were firing another salvo of plasma into the air. Next he heard over the COM
"Any sign of the Chief?" the Field Commander asks.
White took a quick glance up and saw nothing but more death and destruction on the battle field. White then replied with,
"No Sir, I think we lost him"
He felt a loss of hope. Thinking about all the battles he had fought in and the glory of winning those battles. He knew that the Covenant had just won and eliminated the Human race off the map.
He heard a crackling sound over his COM and a deep voice came over with,
"Not Yet"
He spun around on his heal and saw the Master Chief, with a Assault Rifle on his back and the M6C pistol in his left hand and a shield grenade in his right hand. White could see the last salvo of plasma still hanging in the air.
Now his hope had come back to him and thought that they might still had a chance just to win this thing. But what happened next was something he would never forget even after death.
The Master Chief looked into the air at a ball of plasma, activated the shield grenade and threw it as hard as he could on the ground. A dome of octagonal shapes popped and stayed. The mortar hit the ground a few feet in front of the dome, the shield went down. With sand still in the air, the Chief sprinted out of the sand toured the cliff edge. As he was running, he holstered his pistol on his left leg and grabbed his Assault Rifle off his back in one swift move. He was still sprinting and another ball of plasma hit in front of him, but all it did was trip him up a bit and keep on going at full speed. Then running and jumping off the edge and disappeared.
White stood and stared in aw at what he just saw. He could here battle over the edge. It was not the sound of gun fire, but the roar of Brutes loosing in hand to hand combat. That was the last thing White ever heard.
Never had he thought that the last salvo of mortar plasma he saw was the one that he would also die of. The ball of plasma hurled from the sky and landed at the foot of White. White was instantly vaporized.
No body ever saw White's body or anything of his ever. All that was found was a patch with Pvt. First Class James White, 506 airborne helljumper.