Just a little back ground on this story. This is the VERY FIRST story plot that kicked off my life in story writing. I started it shortly after the first time my brother's completed Halo 2 (which is by far my favorite of all the Halo games). The idea of the story has not changed from the time I first thought it up, but the plot has grown and matured. A lot of characters in this story I have borrowed from Soulguard. His Mirratord group (read Soulguard's stories The Mirratord, and Stand Five Feet High) I use quite a bit.

I do not claim any ownership of Halo 2 or the Mirratord.


"Did you find them?"

Fire consumed buildings, rubble was raining.

"Yes sir."

Marines dodged boiling plasma, fighting to survive, fighting for each other.

"Who are they?"

"Sergeant Riktiv and her squad,"

Grenades exploded, blood, flesh, and debris flew as gun fire was exchanged.

"Where are they?"

"Kaltor IV."

Banshees and Black Hawks screamed through the air, dancing angrily among the dark smoke and fumes from below.

"If they survive…."

Bodies flew and were torn to shreds from the explosion of a Wraiths' plasma cannon.

"…bring them back to Earth."

All was silent. Bodies lay still and fires cooled. None would see another day.

"Yes sir."