Chapter 0- Prologue

-//O.N.I SECTION III-// SUB SECTION UNKNOWN-// DATE: 2553 MARCH 4TH. . .

Several people concentrating on their computers, typing up reports of the end of the Human-Covenant War,
proceeding from the day before, finding a section of 'Forward Unto Dawn' with only the Arbitar withdrawing from it. No sign of SPARTAN II- 117, and the A.I. Cortana, listed as K.I.A. The War that has lasted for so many years, has finally ended, putting peace restored among the colonies, with the alliance of the 'Sangheile'.

In one of the many rooms in the facility, at his desk, gladly typing a report, summing up any loose ends to HIGHCOM about the recent events.
Looking up from his computer, he notices that someone is at his door. "Sir. I have heard that this section has placed you under typing out the report?" calmly said the man in the door way.

"S-S-Sir yes sir! I have only worked here for a few weeks, and I'm glad to have a task using my skills at typing to good use, Sir."
replied the young man at the desk.

"Good to hear. Lighten up a little, the war has ended, we got 'em."

"Yeah, I know, but still, we have lost countless of good men in this war, and we have to be prepared if the Covenant try to come back at us, and hit us while we aren't looking." he replied. The man in the door way's grin faded away.

"Yes, but because of those men, we actually won, and you know as much as I do, that the UNSC don't WIN that often.
He replied, very angrily.

"Not to disagree with a higher officer, but sir, reports from the UNSC stated, that, while we where digging our selves into a grace for the Covenant to kill us in, one of the last SPARTAN II's along with the Arbiter, where able to kill their Higher arch, with the Weapons that could take out life in the Universe. Sir." He replied, with a small grin on his face.

Out raged by beeing corrected and have a lower rank argue with him, made him furious. "I will show you-you-you Idiot!" he yelled, as he tryed to attack the younger man. He moved out of the way, and the Angered man ran into the desk, making a loud comotion, alerting others. Oficers rushed in to restrain the outraged man. Once he was gone, the Young man went back to typing, his report, of the war.

(Author Note: This is my first written story, so please, I'm sorry for any miss-spellings, or bad grammer. Thank You.)