Interview Log, Article 117938

"I remember it well. Pelicans, and Hornets filled the skies, alongside Covenant Counter-parts. I was about fifteen or so and was hiding in a storm drain. The pipeways in it were to small for me to crawl in, so I just knelt there, in darkness, with a small slit of view. I watched the Brutes terrorize the weak civilians. How they would wound them and kick them around. I watched as they picked up another homeless person and threw him around like a rag doll. I was such a fool. I heard and explosion, a marine had driven his Warthog through a wall and out into the street where the Brutes were. Their chieftain destroyed the vehicle, and a piece of shrapnel had flown into the drain and hit me. I, of course, shouted. The Chieftain reached down in there and grabbed me and pulled me out by my shirtneck. He held me to his face. I remember his words well. . ."

The Brute snarled in the boys face and spoke; "Your pathetic species is falling, child. You're kind must be exterminated so we can go on the Great Journey." The boy spat in the Brutes face. "Fuck. You!" The Brute threw the child down and hefted it's Gravity hammer. The weapon was about as tall as the Brute, with an anvil shaped top. The front of the anvil had a spike, with indents all around it. The back of the anvil had large bulbous orbs stuck together. Two blades lined the left and right side of the anvil and curved off an inch or so past it. The Brute lifted the hammer and began to drop it down. A bright red blast of energy hit it in the gut, piercing through and going on into the ground. The Brutes around in the area stopped what they were doing and look in the direction of the shot. There stood two Elites and a women wearing a melted down version of a Supreme Commanders Elegant armor and headdress, with the cape had been cut in half and put on the backs of the two elites standing by her, in Honor Guard armor. The Brutes aimed their weapons and the strange elite/human armor gave off a glow as it's energy shields came online. The two Honor Guards lifted Plasma Rifles and fired. The boy ran to a dead marine and grabbed his SMG. Shouting he began to fire on the Brutes.

Believe.

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This is also a preview for my next fiction, Tale of a Union. Interpret what you will from this, also note that it is still a rough draft and events are subject to change, along with the title.