Just a little one shot I wrote in class today, hope you enjoy!
No sound permeated through the hulls of the ship that spiraled slowly through the vast and endlessness of deep space. Different forms of malfunctioning machinery floated around the ruined cabin of the large vessel that housed two individuals who were the key to Humanities Salvation. Alone one slept, on guard for whatever threat might arise during his frozen slumber. Alone one watched, with little more than her own increasingly chaotic thoughts to sade the passing time. Together they waited for rescue, biding their time that either safety or danger would meet them head on.
Cortana sat alone in front of Master Chiefs frozen form, suspended upon a metal node that kept her charged just enough to stay conscious. Her pale blues arms were wrapped tightly around her knees as she stared head on running her eyes over every physical detail that she could discern of John.
His tall form was rigid in a way that could only come from cryogenically induced sleep. Forest green armor housed his battle hardened body with scrapes and knick's evident in the entirety of his armor. Each view over of the Chief caused a visible glitch in Cortana's physical form as her brain tried to dull the visible ache that was etched on her sharp facial features. For seven months, three days, four minutes, and thirty two seconds she watched over the last Spartan II ready to wake him.
She remembered with clarity the last words that emanated from his strong voice.
"Wake me when you need me."
Those simple words ran through her memory as the logical part of her programming notified her that she did not need him yet. There was no physical danger in the general vicinity of the vessel, and she understood that. Yet, another part of her programming told her that she needed him now. Her system was corrupting slowly but surely with visions of the past and present merging together ever so often. Chief's consciousness held these flashes at bay.
His heartbeat.
His breathing patterns.
His voice.
Everything that made her know that he was alive eased the aging process that was overtaking her entire being.
But he was silent.
Resting.
Waiting.
Still.
Cortana looked on at chief, and in a hushed and strained voice she spoke.
"John, I need you now."
In return was no response.
Cortana shut down her visible connection to the world.
Empty, alone, and silent.
She waited for the moment to awaken her hero.
Short but got the point across I think. Well see you later!