A/N: So, I've been absent and busy with work, while dealing with relationship issues, financial issues... all that fun stuff of being an adult. That's not really an excuse to stop writing, but thats the truth. I'm sorry to those who were reading my freelancer fic. Ill try to post more. I've hit a bit of a writers block on that one...
But here's a new one, and its been prying my mind since ive gone through and played all the halo games again fairly recently, except for #2, as ive yet to lay my hands on a copy of it... anyways! here's a new story. It'll be sorta AUish, but not really. and only one main OC, maybe two more minor ones
Prologue: The Origin of Life
A planet consumed by war, rained upon with blood... Bodies that lay slain upon barren ground would return to the planet in the form of dust... Or perhaps the glassing would dissolve them first. Who would be the one to say? Not I, for sure. I'm just a simple scientist trying to salvage that which was lost to us in the war.
Life.
April 22, 2556
Covenant gone, the Master Chief safely recovered, Sanghelli returned home, and then there was us. Humans are so weak were one to look from a genetic marking point of view. Yes, we've developed technology and mastered space flight. We've created life, and the ability to take it. We can create so much from the smallest, simplest things... And yet, war is the easiest.
I remember when the fire began to replace the rain, I was a child then, living within a military beneath the ground that stood high above the cliffs of Reach. My mother had died due to illness, which my father and brothers couldn't believe, while the rest of us enrolled in military when old enough.
I has served my five years by the end of the Great War, and settled back into my research involving new life. Reach and Harvest were glass... Earth was shattered, and broken, but slowly rebuilding. Perhaps something about the will of Man is true... Perhaps if I push forward, the planet will become the same.
When a planet or celestial body first shows signs of life, those signs are usually some form of bacteria or virus. From there, such beings will grow to adapt to the surroundings, or not, leading to evolution or death... Harvest has laid bare for almost 25 years now... And I hope to begin my search there. I've no name for this project, but I hope to achieve one goal; to find a sign of new life, larger than any bacteria or virus.