Prologue
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The surviving Spartans stood on the vast empty prairie, ready to move out. They were trapped in this miniature Dyson sphere with no way of getting out. Kurt had sacrificed his life to save theirs and they would do anything to make sure the sacrifice was not in vain. The sphere was in the "centre" of the artificially-created Forerunner planet and although in reality was not bigger than a couple of cubic square metres, slip space altered the dimensions of this plane and caused the land area to be a couple of times larger than Earth's.
Fred went through their current status. "No food, No water and most importantly, no way of getting out of this god-forsaken place."
Not that it would matter if they could get back to Onyx anyway. There would not have been anything much left over after the nukes has explorer after all. Onyx was literally made up of trillions of sentinel drones linked up together. The air, the water, the land, it was all artificial. Alone, the drones did not pose much of a threat but when linked up via a modular system... they could and would wipe out EVERYTHING.
"Kelly, scout the area and give me a report on everything 2 clicks or less from our current position. Tom, Lucy, secure a perimeter around our current base of operations, i don't want anything catching us with our pants down. Covenant or not." Fred transmitted through a single-beam infrared channel.
Fred was starting to enjoy his new rank of Lieutenant, Junior Grade. It had been Kurt's parting gift to him before he sent the Covenant bastards to hell. The special Spartan that was Kurt would never be replaced. After all, Spartans never die.