Final Moments

by Serria 159

During humanity's final stand at Reach, a U.N.S.C. soldier's final moments play out. Rated T to be safe, as there is a suicide . This is my first fanfiction, so please review. I would also like for there to be some constructive criticism. Please, no flame

There Will be Another Time

Location: Epsilon Eridani System

Year: 2552

The wind blows silently over the battered landscape, kicking up dust storms, blocking the gentle light of the moon and stars like a veil. A single figure lay battered and bruised in the rubble of a warehouse at the ship-breaking yards of Aszod. As he lay there, UNSC Lance Corporal David Anderson knew that he was witnessing the end of this fragile terminus known as a planet; he felt it through subtle things such as the dying of the wind, and in the distance, the superheated lances of light coming from orbit, shining like a beacon in the dark night. Earlier, while hiking to this exact spot, he was able to see the UNSC Pillar of Autumn make its blind slipspace jump, and he almost smiled, well almost, as he knew they would be back, and they would also bring reinforcements. This smile soon faded when he had realized the Covenant would glass the planet until it's atmosphere would burn away, and he then knew he couldn't escape. He recollected silently to himself, memories that he would never forget, and held them close, as if to comfort himself from the fate he knew he couldn't get away from. He briefly though about trying to hike to the wrecked spaceport, maybe, he could find a shuttle or something that still worked. But this sort of action was in vain. He knew the Covenant would capture him, and he knew what they did to prisoners. He wouldn't let them capture him. Thinking of these things, he ran his hand over his M6C Pistol, still in it's holster. It had one shot left in the chamber. "Just in case," he had thought, "just in case it takes too long." It was gallows humor, and he knew it. However, it made him smile slightly, to think that after all he had been through; he still had a sense of funny. He then lay back against the rubble once more, and relaxed himself to prepare for what was coming. He didn't know the exact time the planet died, but he knew it did when the wind made one last mournful blast, in fact he mused, it almost sounded like a sad sigh. Anderson knew that hours must have passed by then, and yet, the stars still shown like twinkling diamonds. He then knew it was time, and he lifted the pistol to his temple, and prepared to go out with a bang.