Legacy
Earth was like an open wound, healing slowly but surely. The pain in the hearts of humans and Covenant alike was slowly fading away. After the battle for Earth the Elites seized control away from the Prophets and restored the balance of power. With that done they imposed a new caste system banishing the Brutes and regaining dominance over the other Grunts, Jackals, Drones, and Hunters. However the threat to all sentient beings continues on a distant human colony called Mavrik II.
"Look Dad a UNSC space ship!" shouted a young boy as he ran towards his house through the corn fields. A man emerged from the cozy rustic dwelling and captured his sun in rough bear hug. "You want to see if they brought supplies Timmy? It's about the right time for a medicine drop off." He told his son. Timmy scrunched up his face as if he were thinking very hard. His dad could not help but chuckle at the blond happy-go-lucky kid looking so serious. "Okay." Timmy said with a goofy grin "Maybe I'll get to see a soldier!" Timmy's father placed his son up on his shoulders and headed towards where the ship was landed on a sunlit prairie.
When the ship was only a few yards away Timmy climbed down his fathers shoulders and ran towards the ship. The man began to chase after his son when the ship's hatch burst open, releasing a flood of scuttling zombie-like sacks. The man and child didn't even have time to comprehend the situation before a creature embedded itself in their torsos and the infection began anew.
"Captain Henderson, do you copy? over." Rasped the dashboard communicator of the Crimson Awe, a standard UNSC frigate, "Affirmative, what's the situation Blaire?" responded the veteran. "The Flood have emerged again on Mavrik II, a relatively unimportant farming colony, but we don't know where they came from. Luckily they are still in the "Frenzy" stage and have not become coordinated." The captain smashed his fist on the coffee table next to him "Are you absolutely positive!? We lost a lot of good soldiers the last time we fought those Buggers." Henderson ran his hand through his graying hair. "Don't worry Captain, they already know at headquarters and the SPARTAN V project is almost finished." Replied Blaire calmly. "I'd have more confidence if any of the SPARTAN IVs survived the initial gene splicing. I have full confidence in the UNSC but humans can only take so much." Sighed Henderson. "We really need new SPARTANs if the Flood are back." Thought Henderson "and we need them now."
