Into the dark and forward unto dawn

by Ipods-and-buds-1239

His moment, come and gone, his life, turned meaningless. His friends, his family and the love of his life betrayed him for another. As his days slowly draw to a close, hope remains. But to earn a second chance and regain a new meaning, he must explore his ancestry and Reach for the stars. A Chaos story, Book 1 of a series.

3. Zealot

Into the Dark and Forward unto Dawn.

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Edboy: Sorry if it's confusing but there will be an introductory chapter, probably chapter 5 that will explain what's going on in the story. Zoe replaces Jun and Nico, who was murdered in his old life, replaces Emile. Hope you like this new chapter and don't worry, like I said, there be a chapter that will explain everything.

WingGundamZero98: Yes, Yes I did and this chapter finishes it off. The rest of this story will follow the Halo Reach campaign closely. Please keep reading, you were my first reader!

A.N. Thank you to all those readers and followers out there, thanks for your commitment to my story and I just want you to know, I really appreciate it a lot.

Warning, this is the longest chapter I've written so far, if your on a tight schedule, don't read this yet.

"Carter"/Luke's POV

"Contact!" Shadow yelled, before firing his assault outside a window. "Noble, let's back him up!" I yelled before leveling my DMR out the window. Funny weapon the DMR, nothing like the sword but in way, very similar. It's a weapon of finesse, requiring both skill and precision, something I've learned, is a fine art that very few can pick up, a trait I'm very proud of.

I settled my scope on the apparent leader, a bird like creature that has become a very powerful figure in the battlefield, a "Skirmisher". These birdlike creatures, the whole covenant for that matter, are nothing like monsters. There's no one-way to fight them, no fears, and no regrets. One reason I sided with Chaos when he recruited me, a test, a new purpose.

I looked at the Skirmisher again and couldn't help but show a hint of disgust. This creature stood at 5'5 with a spindly frame and greasy feathers covering its appendages and face. It stood back and roared, it's grip around its plasma pistol tightening. I calmly lined it up with the middle of the scope and pulled the trigger.

The recoil of the gun was by far one of the most amazing feelings of my life. It gave me a sense of power and skill, a chance to, and I will never admit it out loud, impress my father. The Skirmisher flew backwards, a spiral of green blood cascading out of the wound.

"That roar was calling for reinforcements," Kat said with certainty "expect to see more of them any second." I turned and almost choked, a stair well that led straight down to the ground floor which would make defense much harder. "Kat, take Emile and Shadow downstairs and hold them at the door, Jorge set up you turret, pilot spot enemies and provide a stable platform for our sniper, move out!" I yelled.

Jorge grunted as the mobile bipod popped out and settled calmly near the window. Kat sprinted down stairs with Shadow and Emile in quick pursuit. Judging from the incessant drone of helicopter blades above us, I estimated June was 100 feet above the house.

"Noble team, be advised, multiple enemy contacts, 75 to 95 strong, closing quickly on your position." I turned my attention the perimeter fence around the house, more specifically the entrance. The entrance was surprisingly padlocked. "Won't stay that way for long." Emile commented and I could only think 'how does he do that?!'

Childish cries screamed outside the gate and the rustling of chains was heard. A tense moment of silence followed. Suddenly the familiar blue hue of plasma erupted from the gate and a blast echoed through the valley. Covenant swarmed through the gate, only to be met by Jorge's chain gun. Bodies flew everywhere and for a moment green and purple blood floated throughout the air like a fountain.

The first enemy to make its way through the fray was a "Grunt". I always thought of these creatures as "Comical" as they were anything but warriors. They hung low to the ground, round bodies with chunky arms and legs. They breathed methane, or yes 'farts', so the breathed through gas masks with a large supply tank erupting from their backs in a triangle. A thought that I've put into the back of my mind came forward and for once I obliged. I do like to make a strong impression.

I aimed for the center of the grunts gas tank, at a spot the size of a penny and with a disciplined finger, pulled the trigger. At one a huge WHOOSH erupted from the grunt, its chunky little body flying through air, trailed by a little channel of a green gas and fat limbs! I had ruptured the gas tank, releasing a huge buildup of pressurized gas. "HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Emile laughed like a little kid in a toy store, "Nice shot sir!"

I smiled "Thank you Emile but stay focused this isn't over yet." Almost on cue 6 skirmishers erupted from the fray, all of which promptly sprinted forward, chattering like the shades in the field of Asphodel. One was downed with a expertly placed headshot by Zoe, making the particular Skirmisher fall down HARD. However, this was only incentive for the remaining 5 to run faster.

'Dang these things run fast' I thought as I barely managed to pick off the slowest skirmisher, but they kept coming. Kat manage to clip one in the arm with her pistol, causing it to fall end over end until it came to a stop, with its face in the dirt where it belonged. Kat finished it with a headshot. The remaining two finally reached jumping range, the first one reaching an impressive 15 feet and coming down quickly, only to be blasted at point blank with a shotgun by Emile. Emile promptly grunted as if to say 'that's were you belong'.

Shadow, who obviously hadn't encountered skirmishers before, looked on in awe at the first skirmisher while not realizing the other skirmisher nearing impact with him. "LOOK OUT!" I yelled, fearing the worst. Then the unexpected happened. Shadow rolled backwards, catching the skirmisher with his feet halfway through, kicking backwards. Hard.

The skirmisher flew past the rest of Noble, impacting the wall with a sickening Thud. The skirmisher didn't get up and Shadow simply turned and continued to add to Jorge's fire. "I'm impressed." I mumbled, "Tell me about it." Jorge grunted as his chain gun rattled.

Slowly the action started to draw to a close, until the pilot confirmed "All hostiles neutralized Noble, marking destination on your map, be advised, more contact is ahead, recommend you commandeer transport as your destination is 37 clicks north from here. The troops of Delta company are 14 clicks north-west of your current position, what is your plan of action?"

I thought for a couple of minutes before finally deciding on my way to approach this, knowing there was only one solution. "We need to split up, Kat, take Emile and June and start setting up the relay, I will take Jorge and Shadow and backup the troops, once we've a LZ for the troops We will rendezvous on you position, break, everyone keep on your toes, good luck.

The falcon hovered in the courtyard and Kat's party piled in on the chopper. I waved as they flew into the distance. Then I realized, the troops are nearly 16 clicks away, and with no transport, we might be too late to support the troops. I winced as the bodies of the interrogated troopers came to mind. 'No one else is dying on my watch.'

I scanned the courtyard and my eyes settled on salvation. A rusty, old longhorn civilian vehicle covered with plasma burns. "What I wouldn't give for Kat to be here." I commented as I inspected the vehicle. Not to bad, the hydrogen engine is intact, wheels aren't popped, no key components damaged, flatbeds a little damaged. While my inspection didn't fit the bill, which I knew would endanger my team, this was the only way to get to the troops on time.

"All right noble, pile in, Jorge set up you turret on the flatbed, I'll be gunning from the passenger seat, Shadow, you're driving." Everyone piled in and as soon as I sat in the passenger seat, a list of vehicle seats popped up on my seat, one by one they were claimed and Shadow floored it.

About halfway through the ride Jorge yelled "Skirmishers up ahead!" and his chain gun started to rattle. Bullets erupted at the feet of roughly 7 skirmishers, and shots clipped them in the shoulders as we rolled past. The remaining 4 skirmishers gave chase.

Even though we were flying at about 78 miles per hour, the skirmishers easily kept pace. Jorge turned and shot down two, resulting in the skirmishers turning end over end and the remaining pulled up along side the car. I turned only to see the skirmisher on my side grab the car and it's jaws flashed hideous yellow teeth in my face.

As soon as it pulled back and readied its pistol, I elbowed it in the crotch, resulting in a frail screech that was swiftly drowned out by chain gunfire. "Sorry sir, I couldn't get a bead at that angle." I understood but then my heart stopped, what about the other skirmisher?

Apparently my question was answered when I turned my head and saw Shadow and the other skirmisher in a similar position to what I was in only seconds ago. However, as soon as the skirmisher pulled back, Shadow calmly pulled out his pistol and without even turning, clipped it in the face. "Nice." I commented, with Shadow grunting in response.

With no more contact, I turned my attention to my radio and attempted to contact delta. After a few fruitless minutes, a strangled fuzzy cry erupted on my radio. "Contact, CONTACT, THE COVENANT ARE IN REACH, I REPEAT THE COVENANT ARE ON REACH, REQUESTING IMMEDIATE SUPPORT TO ALL U.N.S.C. TROOPS AND" the troop paused and I took my chance, "Pull yourself together marine, this is Spartan team noble, we are on our way to your location, break, we will assist you in combat and provide cover so you can evac. Can you give me some information on your current opposition and status?"

A strangled gasp similar to a moa getting run over went over the line, "Commander sir, we are holed up on a temporary stronghold near a river, break, covenant are on the opposite bank and are attempting to cross, covenant are consisting of grunts, jackals, elites… HUNTERS! WE NEED IMMEDIATE ASSISSTANCE!" the marine panicked with good reason.

Shadow nudged me, "We've almost there." and took a hard left. I looked over the ridge and replied to the marine, "Marine, this is Spartan team noble, we've arrived."

Shadow gunned the car over a ridge and as we flew over I assessed the battlefield, not liking what I was seeing. The marines were obviously greenhorns, as they were sloppy and in bad formation. They were not organized either, being too far from each other to communicate. The only thing they did right was to take cover and wait it out. The opposite could be said for the covenant.

These covenant were obviously well trained and experienced, even the grunts who were ducking behind strategic cover and providing suppressive fire from time to time. Jackals, smaller cousins of the skirmisher, with orange skin and smaller feathers instead of mottled grey skin and not nearly as fast as their cousins, had set up a defensive phalanx with the energy shields blazing, deflecting rounds with ease.

I detest elites more so than any other covenant creature alive, though it does come close to Brutes. These things stood nine feet tall, with hoof like feet and splitting jaws much like the predator movies I used to watch with Thalia. 'Luke put that thought out of your head'. These things were the covenants best, being well armed and prepared for anything, except us.

I turned and yet again my heart almost stopped. Two hunters were striding purposefully towards the marines, as if to say 'time to say goodbye'. These things were in short supply for the covenant, but they were the powerhouses for the covenant. These things stand at 11 feet tall with armor as thick as a battleship's, with a massive shield on their right arm and a fuel rod cannon on the other arm. 'This is going to make my job much harder.'

"I'm aiming for the hunter, bail out, BAIL OUT! Shadow yelled and I did something stupid, I did something without thinking. What if Shadow was wrong, what if we all got killed. I would take the blame for their deaths and add another pair of soldiers lives to a long list of all the things I've done wrong. But Shadow obviously made the right call as moments after we jumped, the car smashed into the hunter, which prominently disappeared in a fiery explosion.

That attracted attention. The other hunter turned and wailed in sadness at the death of its partner while the elites roared at the death of a powerful asset. Grunts Jackals and marines shared the same look for once, a look of awe. I took my chance, "MARINES! REGROUP ON ME!"

The marines sprinted towards me, with two carrying a massive machine gun turret and caught the covenant on unawares, before they knew what happened, we had regrouped and had started planning our next move. "All right Marines, I got a chopper escorting two pelicans here to evac, ETA in ten minutes, we need to hold out till then. I looked around. We were hiding in a semicircular shack, with our backs against a mountain's cliff side. Ahead of us were three thick rocks and a small drop barricaded with wood. A plan came to mind.

"You and You," I started pointing at marines carrying DMR's, "I want you two to stay here and pick enemies off, you two," I pointed at the machine gun turret pair, "I want you to go to the wooden barricade over there and set up, provide suppressive fire and try to take down the Jackals and elites. Spartans, focus on the elites and the hunter."

Everyone nodded and on the count of three we all ran to our positions. Somehow a grunt had managed to get across the river but Shadow sorted that out quickly, as soon as the grunt drew near, Shadow elbowed it and the frail creature flew backwards. Shadow then started to cover the machinegun turret team as the walked forwards and as soon as they had set up, Shadow bounded forward and hid behind a tree.

Jorge had walked forwards and unleashed a hail of bullets on the covenant, breaking down about half of the Jackal wall and massacring the grunts. The marksmen and I were picking off grunts and Jackals with ease, having successful headshot after headshot. As soon as we mopped up the lower level forces I told the marksmen "Aim for the body, hit them 5 times and then finish it with a headshot." Judging from the falling elites, they had taken my advice.

The hunter, which had somehow escaped my thoughts, had bounded out of nowhere and flanked the machinegun turret team. Its left fuel rod arm glowed as it prepared to fire and time turned to slow motion. "NO!" I yelled. It fired and the shot landed right next to the machinegun team. It started to prep for another hot when suddenly a grenade flew out of nowhere and lodged it's self in the hunter's muzzle. The hunter looked down in questioning and it finally realized what had happened when the little pineapple exploded, which caused a chain reaction to the fuel rod gun, causing a massive explosion.

The Marines that were manning the machine gun turret were lying on the ground, unmoving. I ran forward, "COVER ME!" I yelled to Jorge. I picked up the two marines like rag dolls and dropped them gently inside the shack. I did a physical assessment. Both were alive, barely, though each shuddering breath brought them closer to death. I looked up and saw two med kits attached to the walls. I looked to one of the marksmen who was kneeling beside one of the marines. Judging from the name that appeared on his HUD and the HUD of one of the injured marines, I could've sworn they were brothers.

"Come on Jack, don't die now," the marine said a tear glistening down his cheek and soaking his microphone. I handed him a med kit, "Work on the other marine, this ones burst his lung, it's fixable but he needs a proper medic." He nodded weakly and set to work, following every marines light first aid training. I set to work, my hands fumbling around until I found the bio foam, which I prominently sprayed into the wound. Skin closed quickly and the sound of mending bones was heard, 'snap, snap, snap.'

Shadow walked in and said, "Covenant outside destroyed, I can hear choppers, evacs ETA 30 seconds." I nodded blankly and the sound of a pelican drove my thoughts back towards the marines. "Shadow. Help me with the marines." Shadow, who had already assessed the injuries, nodded slowly and picked up one marine and carried him outside. I followed with the marine I had treated, his brother following close behind. A vertical takeoff and landing "Pelican" had landed outside, with troops covering the drop hatch. We walked forward slowly and paramedics quickly came forward, taking the marines on stretchers.

"The covenants are on Reach?" a marine asked, kicking a dead grunt.

"Yes." I said as I climbed on to the falcon. 'may the gods help us all.'

Jorge/Charles Beckendorf's POV

The falcon ride to team two was uneventful, with the only conversation being June's greeting and sit rep. "Emile and Kat are surrounded by covenant forces. I picked off key targets before we left to pick you guys up. Kats trying to hack the doors to the facility they were jammed shut by covenant techs long before we got here. Banshees showed up after we left, but we've kept in contact with Emile ever since we left. Patching you through now."

A video showed up on my HUD and I clicked enlarge. Emile's face appeared on-screen and he was doing what Emile's do best, wreak havoc. Emile had decided to go akimbo on the covenant, a shotgun and assault rifle in both hands, tossing grenades at his leisure. Outside of the main doors were a parked supply van, some crates and a machine gun turret. Outside of that small space was a large covenant force, composed of grunts, jackals and elite minors, which were altogether barely holding it together.

Banshees flew in, a pair of them and dove full throttle at the doors. Banshees were the main fighter planes for the covenant, trading the usual armor for incredible maneuverability. They had short, flimsy wings and were armed with a plasma machine gun and a fuel rod cannon. As soon as appeared on-screen, Emile tossed a plasma grenade, a sticky explosive invented by the covenant, at the banshee. It stuck to the cockpit and the plane veered off course before prominently exploding.

The second one changed course, aiming to ram Emile. I could have sworn that Emile was smiling as he sidestepped and punched the wing which caused said banshee to veer of course and smash into the roof of the base. (A.N. When I played the Halo reach campaign, I did the same thing, it was awesome.)

The video shortly lost connection as the covenant ran forward. Carter obviously distressed, asked the pilot the same question many kids ask their father on long road trips, "Are we there yet?"

The pilot responded, "ETA 1 minute and counting."

The final minute was spent in silence and memories came to mind, memories I've been denying for years.

Memories like my death, my resurrection in the house of Chaos, my acceptance into Chao's domain, the beginning of my right of passage. Something I haven't finished yet. Silena, I sighed, Chaos promising that I would see her after I finished my right of passage.

"Were here." The pilot informed. I looked down and noticed a huge mass of covenant pushing against the barricade, smashing and pounding, with only one clear target in mind. As soon as I saw Emile on the helmet cam, I knew that they would be there when we got here. Even now the covenant hadn't passed through the barricade. Now that we were here, they didn't stand a chance.

"Set us down." Carter ordered to the pilot. "It's a little hot sir." The pilot whined, but did so anyway. As soon as we touched down, Shadow stormed forward, his assault rifle firing, grunts sent flying, Shadow showed no mercy, 'Chaos would definitely accept him into his house.'

I set up my chain-gun, just like I have many time before. The feel of the gun felt foreign, but with so much work to do, I didn't dwell on that thought for long. I mowed down the enemies, much like a lawnmower, nothing stood in my way. Before long, we had arrived at the barricade, with Carter talking to Kat, June perched on top of a car, Emile and Shadow right next to the barricade and me in the middle of it.

I let my memories of my pass fly away with the bullets. "I'm through." Kat informed to the rest of noble. "Everyone get inside, we gotta get out of the kill zone!" Carter yelled. June went first, then Shadow and Emile, and finally me, I retracted the bipod and retreated into the main hall just as the 5-foot titanium class A doors shut behind me.

"I can't see a thing." I mumbled to no one in particular. "Everyone turn on your night vision." Carter ordered. I turned on my Night vision and everything became clear, covered in a hint of green tint. All the visors lit up, excluding Emile's, who was completely at home in the dark, and surprisingly Shadow's. 'What I wouldn't give to have had these during the titan war, heck, what I wouldn't have given to have had my entire kit!'

We walked through the bloodstained walls, what kind of blood, I couldn't really tell. I moved next to Shadow, who knelt down next to something. 'Someone.' I corrected my self. A middle aged man, almost certainly a scientist, in a thick bloodstained sweater. Shadow turned him over and fumbled in his pocket, pulling out something glowing.

"Found something." Shadow informed.

Almost immediately, Kat swooped in and yanked it out if his hands. "Sorry 6, not your domain." Kat started to look at the object. "Can't tell what it is, I'll figure it out later." Shadow was still fiddling with the man.

"He was killed by… Something plasmatic hitting his lower back, description fits an energy sword, Zealot status by the looks of it."

I whistled, Zealots were the best of the best, the most heavily armed of the elites, With advanced shields and training, always ready to carry out the will of the covenant. "If there are Zealots, this mission was of most importance to the covenant," June informed "There probably still in this facility." She let that sink in.

Shadow put up his hand, signaling for quiet. "What is it?" Carter asked. Shadow walked over to an air vent the stairs. He fumbled with it and as soon as he pried it of something flew at him, kicking and screaming. 'That's got to be the weirdest Zealot I've ever seen.' As I pried the assaulter of him, who was completely unharmed and looking steamed at being caught along the unawares.

A woman, 20 to 25 by the looks of her, native to Reach. I turned to Emile who was in his usual stance of brutality, his shotgun raised, yelling "MOVE, ON YOUR KNEES!" "Relax, your scaring her." I said as I pulled my helmet off. She paused for moment before continuing her struggle.

(1)"Finis certaminis et liberabit te." Kat informed using her translating app. (2)"Quidni ego?" The girl growled. (3)"Quia, si Lacedaemonii UNSC iam volebam te esse nunc et te laborante sub finem laribus." Kat said bluntly. That stopped her cold.

I decided that Kat had made her point. I dropped her gently and she walked over to the man's body. And wept bitterly. This caught me off guard. (4) "Quis 'iniuriam?" Kat asked softly, possibly regretting whatever she said earlier. (5)"Est ipse meus et pater." She informed quietly. Kat softened quickly and turned to Carter and said quietly, "He was her father."

We bowed our heads, even Emile, mourning her loss, I am almost certain that everyone around me has lost a loved one before. We would have stayed that way for a while longer had a moan not drifted through the base. Shadow's head shot up and he readied his gun. Emile followed suit, and disappeared into the darkness.

A moment later they reappeared, with Emile leading the way and Shadow carrying something much like a ragdoll. "We got casualties." Shadow informed solemnly, dropping the man gently and picking up a med kit, which are always in every household and installation as of 2457.

Shadow expertly treated the human, now identified as a marine sergeant, for a while before Carter knelt and finally asked the question everyone was thinking. "What happened?" The marine, with Shadows assistance, sat up and very slowly began to talk.

"I-I was assigned to base security, me and 14 other marines. At about midnight, covenant drop ships descended through the clouds and jammed our communications. We got overwhelmed but managed to get key personnel out. This- this wasn't our first fight with the covenant, b-but we've never seen elite Zealots before. T-they," at this the marine whimpered, "They came in with energy swords, we had nothing heavier then pistols, we were overwhelmed, they sliced my friends in half, then singled me out as leader. They interrogated me about some sort of a-artifact but I didn't break. They stabbed me and threw me aside, said they would come for me later." The marine was silent after that.

Carter looked deep in thought before finally deciding. "Noble, keep on your toes, remain in pairs, we need to set up a-' but was interrupted by a roar and three glowing swords. "We've been engaged!" Shadow yelled but was knocked aside by a giant purple clad monster. I've fought a couple elite Zealots in my day, they were always the elites of the elites, but these were a surprise. I had never expected to see zealots on a mission like this. Zealots were the covenants best, having a deadly combination of training and experience. Whenever Chaos was involved, these things were there, identifying his majesties artifacts as "Forerunner" property. If they were here on a normal combat mission, then I'm wearing a pink tutu.

Elites were as tall as Spartans and just as strong, matching us fist for fist, or whatever they had. You could never tell with aliens. So I was surprised that when Shadow was knocked over and pinned by a Zealot, he didn't cave in then and there. Instead of being overpowered, he knocked the Zealot's energy sword aside and smacked it in the face, causing a pained growl. Carter kicked it off of Shadow and carefully chipped away at the beast's shields, finishing it with and expert headshot. As the beast fell, The other two Zealots grabbed the marine and the girl, oblivious to their kicking and screaming, and singled out the door, using them as living shields.

"Carter, permission to pursue!" Emile questioned furiously. Carter paused before finally coming to a verdict. "Those doors are going to collapse at any second, 3 and 4, I want you to flank around to the bases exit, engage on sight, 2, you're with me, 5,6, CLEAR THE HOLE!" Carter boomed before setting up in a corner with Kat. Shadow filed through the door in which the Zealots retreated to. Shadow silently filed in and took point at the door. I followed and with a grim feeling of determination, smashed the doors keypad, sealing it shut.

I observed the situation, not liking what I saw. We were completely exposed, inside a generator room, we were on elevated terrain, which helped, but the only way down into the room was a thin corridor, if a grenade flew in, we were toast. "Go Shadow, I suppress them, clear out." I said and popped out my bipod. Shadow turned and walked to the wall. He dropped his assault rifle, which had an empty ammo counter, and grabbed a DMR. Shadow walked cautiously down the corridor.

At the same time, grunts went around the corridor, as if arguing with something. Shadow quickly picked them off, each with a well-placed headshot. '7 grunts in 3 seconds, all headshots, what can't he do?'. One of the Zealots rounded the corner and growled, igniting its energy sword, and lunged towards Shadow. I sprayed it with gunfire and the Elite roared indignantly as it's shields gave out.

Shadow came behind and stuck his combat knife in the elites collarbone, silencing it forever. Shadow rounded the corridor and was face with a hastily made jackal shield wall, as one the fired a volley of plasma from their pistols. Shadow dove behind cover but was pinned down. I sighed, looks like it's my turn. I swung my machine gun and bulldozed the shield wall, the bullets knocking the Jackals aside as if the were tissue paper.

Shadow sprinted from cover and turned to face the final Zealot. The Zealot pulled out something, not a weapon, but some sword of data pad. It clacked its mandibles together in disgust, look in the mirror sometime why won't ya. In sluggish English, it slurred "How dare you contaminate forerunner technology, relinquish it and perhaps I will make your death quick." Shadow responded by reaching down to the body of a jackal and pulling out a plasma grenade, igniting it and "Sticking" the elite with said grenade. The elite roared and ran forward but was abruptly stopped by a beautiful blue explosion. Shadow looked around and signaled to me. "All clear."

I jogged down and caught Shadow just as he was using his knife to cut the marines bonds. I sighed as I knelt down and did the same with the girl, who was traumatized beyond relief. I sighed once again as I picked her up and carried her over my shoulder to the other exit. I was greeted by an over enthusiastic Emile. "MOVE, ON YOUR KNEES!"

I sighed. The end of another successful mission. But if this really were successful, then the covenant wouldn't be here. I thought about what this meant for the fate of Reach, and how many lives would be lost. The covenant would surely flock to another "Contaminated world." I thought about their "Cleansing." I shuddered; give me Greek monsters any day. I thought of the one thing that will get me through this ordeal, the same thing that has pushed me on, from my acceptance in the house of Chaos till now. The face of Silena Beauregard and the promise Chaos made. That I would see her when I had made the ultimate sacrifice in the name of Chao's chosen people.

A new sense of determination coursed through my body as I stared at the body of a grunt. 'GET OFF THIS ROCK BEFORE I KICK YOU OFF!'

A.N. This was a long chapter so don't expect another update so fast, this was 5000 words. Maybe in one or two weeks. I have thought a lot about the next chapter and how to answer your questions, so the next chapter will be less about the Halo Reach campaign and more about The House of Chaos and Percy's Parentage, and how Percy ended up out here. Until next time, Ipods-and-Buds-1239.

Translations

(1) End your struggle and he will release you.

(2)Why should I?

(3) Because we are UNSC Spartans and if we wanted to kill you we already would have, now stop struggling or you will be placed under house arrest.

(4) What has happened?

(5) He is my father.