Abandoned
Spartan III Bradley D35.
This is his story.
Covenant. Covenant. Covenant.
War. War. War.
Chapter 1: Free-fall
The Drop pod plunged from the plasma filled UNSC frigate Don't Look. Over his comms he could make out plasma fire, and then like rain from the sky, hundreds of UNSC drop pods launch from the doomed ship. The frigate don't look was not just any ship. It was a ship filled with various companies of Spartans, and Bradley was one. Well on the outside he was. Mentally, he was a scared cowardly Human. He had abandoned his squad of five, tasked with defending the hanger to stop the covenant from boarding in force and overwhelming the ship. He had run away, and because of him the frigate headed to reach had been destroyed. Reach was Under Attack By the covenant, and this ship, loaded with over 50 Spartan 2 and 3 's who many have escaped on drop pods, was gone. And they were hurtling toward this planet with Bradley, with the covenant cruiser "Rich Justice" in hot pursuit. But everyone knew that the only thing more dangerous than an elite was a fellow Spartan. And because Bradley had caused the ship to be now just a floating pieces of metal in space, his "fellow" Spartans would love to get their hands on him. He had seen one Spartan 2, Dale B62, punch a hole straight through an elite generals chest amour. Just as his drop pod entered the planet's atmosphere, he saw a bright light. Then darkness.