Chapter 2
A Ray Of Hope
"Thomas." I heard my father whisper as I slept. "You're doing me proud, son." I woke up. Almost crying from hearing my father's voice. I hadn't heard from him since he went dark and got shipped to this god forsaken planet on the edge of colonized space. "Fuck you, Michaelson." I whispered, lighting a cigarette. "You killed yourself, knowing I was trying to follow you into space and now I'm left to clean up your mess." I took a long drag and gazed up at what was left of the stars as the sun began to take it's place in the sky for the long day ahead.
I went hot on my comms, "Cortana, rally the troops. We're making a push today. One that will make them hurt for John and the others." The blue almost transparent woman appeared in my vision looking rejoiced and suddenly purposeful. "Aye, Sir!" She confirmed and began the task I'd set before her. "Transmit to the UNSC, you demand they send the rest of Blue team, and if they refuse. You order them here anyway. Fill the planets surface with Marines and ODST. And Cortana?" I took another drag. "Aye, Sir?" She asked. "Thank you. You're the one person I can count on." She smiled.
I stood up and tossed my cigarette. Racking my rifle I made my way to one of the warthogs and situated myself in the passenger's seat. "Let's light up these alien fucks and make them wish they'd never tangoed with the human race, OOHRAH?" I yelled. The camp echoed with a resounding "OOHRAH!" that would make any enemy of Earth tremble in the wake.