Today a Rose Bloomed

A/N:just want to start out saying this story will contain a huge amount of original shit, planets, characters, ships, and dates that this occurred on, but a portion will remain canon to halo. But that's the point of a fan fiction, right? What if?

Idk, either way please leave a review and enjoy.

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Hurok II: 14/6/2535

LOCATION. HUROK II. COVENANT FORCES CONFIRMED.

MULTIPLE CLASS STARSHIPS IDENTIFIED.

CARRIER. CORVETTE. BATTLE CRUSIER.

EVACUATION AND PLANATARY ABANDONMENT RECCOMENDED.

REINFORCEMENTS ONROUTE.

-UNSC Artificial intelligent 'serenity' processing information from orbital battle groups

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-UNSC Carrier, Warden: Hanger Bay…

Marines, pilots, and engineers crisscrossed through the bustling open bay, checking engines and gear, and each marine falling in line in front of their respected officer, followed by few 'Split-lips" here, "hoorahs" there, as they all gave their speeches. Each marine, whether they were jumpy or scared before, were now inspired and ready for the unknowing bloodshed ahead.

"PRIVATE!"

Eden was snapped out of his gaze, and averted it to a red faced sergeant.

"Are you paying attention son?!"

"uh-SIR YES SIR" Eden replied hastily.

"Get your shit together! Cause the Covenant sure won't give a damn if don't!" the Sargent spat.

Each marine was stoic, all lined up, armoured up and ready. The plan was simple, get to the surface, and help stationed platoons defend against the relentless ground forces, and evacuate as many civilians as possible, then plot a random slip space jump out of here. Something about charcoal protocol or something?

They'd have a rather good chance of success, since the current invasion force was rather small. Well small to the ones that invaded Harvest, or Chi Ceti IV, but still enough to decimate the current fleet in orbit, but we we're lucky enough to have a couple Defence platforms here and there.

"Alright! Let's get a move on marines, the Covies won't shoot themselves" the Sargent said with a smirk.

Marines started pouring into each pelican and albatross drop ships, accompanied by the clanking of boots against metal. Pilots checked their systems and shut the cargo doors and sealed them. We all strapped ourselves in and waited for the pelican to take off. One thing that didn't sit too well with Eden was space. Or well, the thought of being able to do nothing aboard a ship as plasma rips through the hull and melts the ship, and became anxious to get off this ship, and on the ground.

The subtle 'rumble-boom' sounded through the cabin as the engines finally came to life. Several marines noticeably flinched and tensed from the sound. And soon the brief feeling of weightlessness was felt, soon followed by pressing G forces as the pelican rocketed towards the surface.

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-Near the surface…

"Get ready marines, those men down there have been barely holding out for the past couple days" the Sargent said as he broke the silence.

"They've held out this long only cause of those defence platforms, and right now, each evacuation point is station in the city's housing power houses for the guns. We loss them, we lose everything"

"Most of the populous should either be on their way to them, or already there, and we're on route to a nearby city now, so from there we'll help any civvies to the evac point so all we gotta do is help them there, then defend the position while we wait for fur-GAAHH!"

He yelled as the pelican was rocked violently and had a large section of it blown away, along with several marines, including the sergeant, as they were bathed in green plasma fire. Through the new window a few banshees were in pursuit of the damaged pelican. A series of bright blue bolts shoot out of the leading banshee, melting through the titanium armour. Already the heat inside the cabin was scorching from the plasma fire.

"MAYDAY MAYDAY, PELICAN GOING DOWN, I REPEAT PELICAN GOING DO-"

The pilot was silenced as another deathly green round shot forth and disintegrated a portion of the cockpit. Marines yelled and screamed, either from being splashed by plasma, or just from the shock of the situation. The back section of the cabin was breaking off from the lack of support, since a lot of rivets and plates were missing and melted away. How the pelican didn't explode yet, was beyond him.

The lack of stability, and pilots, sent the pelican crashing to the ground. The pelican smacked right into the ground, spraying dirt and soil in a violent flurry. The harness on Eden broke and was flung straight into the cabin wall, making a loud crack as he struck head first, and immediately fell unconscious…

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A/N:

So, planets under attack, evac civilians, kill elite here and there on the way, yeah blah blah blah, you get the idea. Anyway I know it was a bit short here, but I assure you the next shall be much longer, promise ;). But I hoped you enjoyed, and the next chapter shall be out very shortly.

Remember to fav, and pls pls pls leave a review, it shall benefit greatly for me, and helpful criticism, good or bad, will greatly be appreciated and help me improve my writing skills, but with that said please nothing like "your fucking shit, just stop already, no one likes your shitty shit shitness", i enjoy writing, and I'm always open to opinions on how I write. And yes yes I know, I self-inserted, sorry but I couldn't come up with a name.

Anyway, now, I must bid you, adieu.

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