Halo: The Spartan Civil War

Chapter 1:

GENERAL'S LOG 001. DATE JANUARY 7, 2632 3:04 AM: I remember it like it was yesterday. I was sitting on the couch. Not really doing anything, I never really did. Mom and dad were in the kitchen, talking about the election. That's when they burst through the door. They grabbed me from the couch. Dad saw them. "You fuckers better get away from my boy." He said. He went to his room as they were carrying me out the door. I was crying for my life. I was five. Dad came out the door with his hunting rifle. BAM! One soldier down. BAM! Another. Then the one who was carrying me turned around with an assault rifle and gunned down my father. Little did I know that one day I would kill the man that was carrying me.

For fourteen years they trained me to be a soldier, along with many others. The day that I turned twenty happened to be the day that changed our lives forever. It was the day they turned us into Spartans. Ten years went on. The war with the flood still needed to be fought after all these years. But there forces kept coming. So a proposal was made. "Turn part of planet Earth into a Halo ring."

There was a lot of upset in the senate. But there was even more in the ranks of the Spartans. It was pretty much divided 50/50. Half were for it. Half were against it. And then the first battle came. On March 15, 2630, we were debating about it in the storage garage, where we took our brakes. We had no armor on. Just assault rifles and BR's. I was against it. My old friend, Jack, who was for it, was arguing with someone else. He decided to throw a punch. And just like that both sides pull out their guns and run for cover. The battle went on for a good 30 minutes. Both sides were able to slip out of the garage with minimal casualties, and rally up forces. For two years we have fought this civil war.

Last week, we made a plan to go back and storm the USNC compound that we used to live in. Because, for two years, we have fought this war without our Spartan armor. We were going to go sneak into the compound and take our armor. One company at a time. Spend the whole following day putting the armor on, synchronizing the computers in them, all that jazz. We'd be able to take three times the fire that the enemy could. It was a fool proof plan.

But our plan doesn't matter now. It's useless… Because yesterday, seven nuclear bombs were dropped on the United States of America.

- General Aaron-722 On January 7th, 2632, Six Hours After The Bombs Hit