Meeting a Spartan.I'll never forget that day. That fateful day on which I met the last remaining Spartan.
"We're taking fire!"
"Pass me a grenade! Grenade out!"
The Covenant were bearing down upon us, pouring in from all sides. There were only three of us left, three Marines against half an army of Covenant soldiers.
"Argh!"
That's not good, Mendez is down. It's just me and Buckson left. We were convinced it was the end for us. A noise of immense tension and terror, not recognisable as any language.
"Buckson! Buckson no…"
I ran over to my fallen friend, I leaned in close, he whispered to me, "Kirk, tell my family that I died a Hero, please."
"I will…"
Buckson was gone. My best friend killed by an increasing Covenant assault force. I had his service tags in my hand, with a promise to tell his family how well he had done. I checked my ammo, 27 rounds left on my Assault Rifle, 6 on my Magnum. I truly thought this was the end for me, until.
"Marine, do you copy?"
A calm but firm voice through the comms.
"Yeah, I copy! Oh God, tell me you're close by?" In answer to my question, a heavily armoured super soldier burst in over my head and started blasting the covenant off the face of the planet. He was almost finished before I even reacted. I was more than redundant in this scenario.
"A Spartan" I muttered under my breath, dazed by what I was seeing. As I watched the Spartan sprint up to, and rip the head off of a Grunt, I stood up and trudged towards him.
"You OK Marine?" He asked without even looking at me, completely still.
"Hell yeah, sir!"
"Listen Marine, I'm going to head on, there's a Pelican en-route to your position, ETA 3 minutes. Sit tight and keep your eyes peeled."
"Yes, sir."
He started to jog off towards the rest of the covenant forces as I looked on in genuine awe. He turned toward me,"And Marine?"
"Yes, sir?"
"You did a good job here, don't let your losses scar you." And with that, he was off, off to save humanity yet again.