Am I dead? It is rather quiet around me, and I cannot see. I can move, but it hurts. I could feel pain in places I had never felt pain before. I knew that I was lying face down by the feel, so I at least knew that I was on solid ground. 'Spartans never die,' right? We just go 'missing in action.' They threw that motto at all of us and some actually believed it. That we were unstoppable killing machines. However, when it comes down to it, we were just soldiers, bred for nothing more than combat. Easy come, easy go.
"I've got to get up. If I can feel pain, then I'm not dead. Yet." I tried to blink my eyes before trying to stand, but it was still dark all around me. I shifted from my stomach to my knees and noticed that the reason I could not see was that I was, and still partially am, covered in dirt. So much, that some managed to get into my helmet and onto my visor. I took off my helmet and tossed it on the ground net to me without looking at it.
I checked my gear to see what I had. "Okay. I've got my shotgun, M6D, energy sword, two plasma grenades, and two fragmentation grenades." I stood all the way up, bearing through the pain, and took quick notice of my surrounding area. I crash-landed in a little grass patch, or what used to be a grass patch, all by myself. No pod, no anything. Just me.
I could not remember the events that could have left me where I am now. As I looked around some more, I saw a large building, with five stones protruding from the front, and several different ways up to the doors below them. However, right in between the stones and the doors read 'police.' "I must have landed on another earth colony. But, I have never seen this one before…" I obviously was not paying too much attention, as I did not notice several figures, short and tall, big and skinny, standing atop the stairs.
Lucky for me, my hearing came back, and at the right time too. One of the figures stood out in particular. Seemed to be the chief of police, since I landed right in their front yard, wrecking the place. I could hear them mumbling but could not see them. They had hovercrafts with spotlights on me. I raised my hand to block out the light so I could see them again, but I noticed something horrifyingly off about my hand. I did not have a pinky finger. In fact, neither one of my hands had pinky fingers. I took my hand back down and counted. Eight. Eight total fingers. They got a little shorter and chubbier too.
This made me panic, but I had to stay calm. It was possible I was drugged. I returned my hand back to the top of my forehead to block out the spotlights. I did manage to hear the words 'identify yourself' and 'get down on your knees.' I responded with "Spartan 147 of the Infinity. What colony is-"I couldn't finish because I had felt a needle-like pain stab at my hand that was blocking out the lights.
Could these be insurrectionists? On the other hand, Spartans might not be accepted here. I drew out my M6D and pointed right at them. Bad move. A barrage of little darts came flying at me. Most hit my armor and fell harmlessly to the ground in front of me, but those that did hit me, managed to get in between my armor, and my face. "Augh, what the hell!?" I could feel myself getting dizzy. I put my M6D back on my thigh, and fell backwards next to my helmet. I could not move anymore but I was not going to give up just yet. I saw a few figures standing over me. A buffalo, fox, and a rabbit.
"Good shot, Hopps."
"What do you think she is, chief?"
"It's another fox, obviously, but she's different. Bigger than you, Wilde, but this must have been what they were talking about when they said they would get their revenge. Ha! So much for that!" okay, you two take one end and I'll take this end."
They are animals! "-uht the ffhuh" I slurred my words. Whatever they shot me with made my drug trip ten times worse. I could feel them trying to lift my body, with the buffalo being the only one to bring my head up.
"What is she wearing? It weighs like, a ton!"
I struggled to talk as best as I could. "Halve ah tohn" They may have just drugged me and are attempting to take me into custody, but that was not going to stop me from trying to get them to calm down.
"Did she just say half a ton? We are going to need more than just us three, chief."
I couldn't take the drugs anymore. They may have eased my pain, but I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore. I passed out.