Halo 3: Starry Night
"Do you ever wonder what's up there?" John posed the question randomly, gazing up at the sky. The stars twinkled brightly, like thousands of tiny glowing fireflies floating in the heavens above the planet, REACH. The wind blew gently, making the lush green grass sway back and forth, and proceeded to mess up John's tousled brown hair even further. It was a scene of complete peace and serenity, one of the few that he was allowed to experience.
"Like what?" His teammate, Kelly, asked; who was likewise lying on her back. He opened his eyes and turned his head towards her, adjusting his position so that he was on his side.
"Maybe someone up there was wondering what it's like here."
"I guess," Kelly said hesitantly. "Do you think we'll ever meet them?" John eyed the sky curiously.
"I hope so…don't you?"
The memory faded in a haze of white as two Covenant Banshees screamed overhead, and an explosion sounded somewhere off to his left. The Master Chief, Spartan 117, lifted his hand to ward of the brightness of the sky, and discovered that his helmet lay a few feet in front of him. He crawled over to his helmet, picked it up, and set in on back on; locking the atmosphere seals. A rush of muted voices filled his ears, and for a moment it was hard to discern memories from reality. The Chief kneeled on the ground and gave his head a slight shake, until he was able to sort out the voices. His warthog lay on its side, surprisingly not destroyed from the blast. The COM channel crackled to life, and a flurry of marines' slightly shaken voices filled his ears.
"Hurry, fallback now!"
"Any sign of the Chief?"
"Negative Sarge, I think we lost him." The Spartan retrieved his fallen Assault Rifle, stood up, and snapped it onto his back with a metallic click; taking note of the many mortar bombs, shot from several wraiths, soaring towards him.
"Not yet," he said quietly, taking a fist-sized, oval object off his belt in one hand, and a sub-machine gun in the other. He activated the Forerunner technology, and threw it down on to the ground; raising his arm into a defensive position as one of the mortar shots blasted down on to him. Just before it hit, a strange, translucent shield arced over his head, protecting him from the explosion, and the following shrapnel. The warthog, flipped end over end, and what was left of the burning metal landed approximately 30 yards away. The Chief knew he had only seconds to prepare for what he was about to do. As soon as the shield dissipated, he ran towards his sighted target, slipped the SMG back in its holster, and twisted sideways as yet another mortar explosion threatened to finish what the others had not. The Spartan quickly grabbed the Assault Rifle off his back, as he saw the cliff rapidly approaching, along with a squad of brutes and wraiths below, and braced himself as he jumped off, straight into the enemy's forces. As far as he knew, the marines most likely thought he was dead, and would've given up hope. But he was still able to fight, to give Earth a chance to survive; and so fight he would.
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A/N I love the Halo trilogy, so I was inspired to whip up this little oneshot of the Halo commercial aired during a Monday night football thing on December fourth. This is a quick little thing that I did in my spare time today, so some reviews would be appreciated. I hope it is accurate, information-wise. This is copyrighted to Bungie, by the way. I do not own any of their characters.