An attempt at creating a fictional story based on a marine originating from the halo universe.
The story will not have any major appearances in the original game but may have subtle hints
or references to events that took place in the Halo universe.
I do not own Halo and the Halo universe and this story is purely fictional and for entertainment
purpose only.
Do note I am not an expert to the lore and not 100 % accurate to the Halo universe and mistakes
Is surely present but I will do my best to make it immersive as possible.
Ps: Just a quick fact English is not my main language so please don't punish me for any grammar
issues , I am truly sorry .
(Be constructive when reviewing as this is only the Prologue and enjoy the story :) )
Prologue : The Beginning of the end
A lone marine stands willing, almost oblivious to the world around him. His eyes stares deeply past his ECH252 helmet visor and focused onto his black gloves. His armour severely damaged with noticeable burn marks etched around it , the colour of the once olive green armour now blackened by ash and smoke shows clear evidence of rough and desperate situations he had faced before. The ground around him glow from fading amber of what remain after an explosion of unknown cause. The marine was not focused to the events spiraling around him for he is too deep in his thoughts.
A scream or two echoed in the background, which eventually died down a couple of seconds later. Continuous sounds of gunfire can be heard both from ballistic firearms and energy rifles alike. His moment of silence was interrupted by a sudden beam of pure energy zipped past almost deathly close to colliding with his helmet. Unnerved by the event , his gaze changed to the battlefield still present only to stare ominously to the shadows moving just past the fog. Even during the night time, the lights from the firefight was good enough to keep a steady flow of light just to sculpt the shadows of movement. This was interrupted by another Marine sprinting towards him dodging energy beam that pursuits him. The running marine quickly dived at the lone marine to save him from a shot or two that could very well end his life in a heartbeat. However this action cause him to fall to the ground unceremoniously which seemed to have broken his deep thought.
The world around him before seemingly to be in a stand still was now brought back to life as bullets fly furiously above him. His sights on the calming night sky was ruined by the deathly shouts and screeches of pain nearby. Turning his head to see the marine which saved him earlier results him to see the marine now screaming at him to stand and face the enemy. The question in his mind echoed loudly than the screaming sergeant, "Is a fight worth fighting for if we were losing?". The question floats in his mind unanswered. The world does not wait to those who idle around, a bolt of energy connects to the sergeant's rear chest armour. His lifeless body falls to the ground darkly, his commands unfinished and his eyes still open grimly. The marine feels chills along his spine as a line of blood is present at the mouth of the sergeant which pooled on the ground staining the city road. The Maine looked around and spots a few other marines gaze on the dead sergeant with broken morale and lost hope. "This is battle is going to hell", the marine thought. His chances to leaving this battle alive is tremendously dropping.
Gathering whatever strength he had , he lifts himself up to a crouched stance and searched for his MA5C Assault rifle is inconveniently half buried near a crater seemingly thrown from a past experience. The marine is crouched behind a large concrete pillar with noticeable cracks which is the only thing protecting him from a barrage of pure energy enough to burn him to death. Looking at the distance between him and the crater, there is a good chance that he is able to make it in one piece to the crater seeing that his fellow marines is too busy fighting and not dying to be able to assist him. With no other options, the marine blitz past the pillar into the heart of the battlefield. Bullets flew close past him nearby and rays of blue bolts of energy from the enemy landed closely to the ground in front of him. His heartbeat racing due to adrenaline was enough to keep him going straight to the crater. Marines nearby noticed him and did their best not to accidentally hit the back of him. Unfortunately a bullet from an unknown marine managed to ricochet off the back of his BDU armour which cause him to fall into the crater.
The fall caused him to roll down the crater causing two marine near him to be shocked by his entrance. " Sorry!" A marine shouted somewhere nearby which maybe the culprit who shot him earlier. "You can say that when I'm dead..." the marine said to himself, "Its alright! You owe me a drink!" He shouted back although a bit muffled due to his helmet and balaclava. Regaining his balance back his gaze turned to the other two marines present in the hole with him. The Hole was a lot bigger than he remembered as it was enough to fit three marines close for cover. "Welcome to foxhole corporal, glad you can make it. Make your self comfortable as this is the safest place between you and the enemy." One of the marine said as calm as possible and continued to return fire to the enemy. The foxhole seemed to be reinforced to be a fighting position against the covenant during the firefight, this is due to the wall of sandbags placed to prevent the foxhole to collapse in. The abundant amount of sandbags is enough to make this foxhole a miniature trench fit for three marines. Alongside the endless amount of bulletcasings pooling at the bottom of the foxhole, a small lamp is present to illuminate the area so the marines can see. A radio is present which the other marine is busy relaying coordinates which hopefully is the coordinates that they are at to evacuate. The marine firing immediately crouched down fully which a few second after a blue explosion can be heard nearby and sounded like a plasma grenade. Several more nearby can be hear along with a deathly scream can be heard. The marine picks up his MA5C rifle and shouldered it to ready himself to fight the Covies he trained for. Peering over the edge, he could see large amounts of elites closing in the road ready to tear them apart. From the looks of it, when you take one down two more replace the one you shot down. The marine's focus wavered for a second as a needle from a pinkish glowing needle that landed close to the edge of the foxhole." Careful those needle hurt, just lay low and they can't hit you." The marine nearby pauses to talk to him. He knows exactly what these things do, needle sharp enough to puncture their armour and needles smart enough to track their prey wherever they go.
"Do you think we can live through this?" He ask a seemingly pointless question. The marine near think for a moment and replies "We will, I just know it.", the marine operating the radio have lighten up "Hah! I did it, we're going home! "His voice noticeablely higher and with renewed hope. " Told you can fi-" the marine next to him was cut off from a needler needle present sticking into the side of his helmet. The needle puncture his helmet deep enough to be fatal, his Assault rifle no longer firing which now falls flat on the scorched earth. The body slumps down to the side of the foxhole with a new bloodstain decorating it. Both of the marines now silent from the lost of another marine, the very marine who mostly thought they can survive this hell that now lies dead in a heartbeat. "What are we going to do?! His dead! We're dead! The pelicans won't make it on time! WE ARE DEAD MEAT , WE ARE LEAVING THIS PLACE IN BODYBAGS!" The radio operator now screaming directly at him with hope snuffed out replaced with pure dread and desperation. The marine didn't respond, eyes still locked on the dead body. Noticeable heavy foots can be heard which cause him to turn towards the enemy. The marines that took cover behind debris is now running past them at full speed some stumble and fall others weren't so lucky as the second they ran out of cover a burst of energy collided their armor which quickly ended their life. A Covenant phantom flys overhead the fleeing marines easily picking them off one by one. This is it... morale dropped complete, all hope was lost. Screams echoed all over the battlefield, marines desperately fire once more pretending they could make a difference, some completely went insane kneeling in the middle of the crossfire staring back to an elite which is now towering above him. This is what they sign up for. Humanity's last line of defense now crumbling beneath the covenant's might. The radio operator quickly jumped out of the foxhole and ran. The Marine, not knowing what to do followed suite and climbed out of the hole leaving the embrace of cover.
The marine did not know what to do. Eyes darting around to find salvation any glimpse of hope anything at all to save him from death. An elite nearby notice him and quickly sprint towards the marine. Not thinking twice he lifts up his MA5C Assault rifle and pulls the trigger. Bullets showered the elite in attempt to stop his advancement, causes the elite to stagger as the bullets collide to the shield the elite had. The shield eventually fizzle due to the shear force of the bullets. Bullet penetration can be heard as it puncture the armor of the elite. Purple blood stained the ground from the elite. The rifle clicks hungry for more bullets as the magazine was now empty. The display on the rifle showed the number zero conveying that the gun is out of ammo. The marine instinctly search around his armor for a pouch containing ammo. To his luck one of the pouch has a magazine specifically for his rifle. Eagerly, he fumbled slightly replacing the magazine. Once more, he pointed the barrel towards the charging Elite. The gunshots echoed as he gundown the Elite. The once bloodthirsty Elite now lay dead on the cold concrete street. For once he accomplished something, he killed an Elite. He felt hope returning to him. Although, his effort was pointless as a Covenant phantom dropped a Wraith merely a few feet away from the foxhole. The sight of such machine caused the remaining marines to retreat, he was cutoff and isolated from his only allies. The Wraith noticed his presence and begins to hover towards him in a grimly way. Filled with panick the marine pulled the trigger once more and bullets willingly fly towards the Wraith. The bullets pathetically bounced off the armour of the Wraith, the bullet casing pooled at the marines feet and made a clinking sound every time a bullet leaves the barrel. The Wraith clearly annoyed launched a ball of energy towards the marine. The sight of such thing was enough to instill fear straight in to the eyes of the marine. The force of the impact was enough to send him flying a couple of feet backwards joining his fallen marines. The marine with countless injuries, wounds that could easily be deep enough to be fatal lay there back against the same pillar that once helped him earlier. However, what he saw in front of him is the true definition of lost hope. The once darkened road of the city now burned brightly, bodies scattered around covered in blast marks paint their bodies, thier eyes staring back to him almost envious that he was the only marine alive. Countless of Elites searching amongst the dead to find survivors for them to finish off. Pools of blood mixed between human and alien is present made the streets more grim.
His strength is beginning to fade, the darkness quickly envelop his vision. His limbs going numb and his breathing slowing down, he almost feels peaceful. His mind slowly forgetting the horrors he has seen. Finally... peace.