Club Hell, Rookie, age 16:
The nightclub is packed with stoned teens, like myself. The metal bands here are fucking horrible, compared to previous ones. These lyrics don't have a tone either.
"…I still loved her. Bitch was a fucking whore but I still loved her.
She never once had been with a girl as sadistic and psychopathic like me. She was a good girl turned bad by the mad."
Hell, why'd Dalton bring me here?
"There he is. The bastard who cheated me outta my Grass." Dalton whispers watching a short fat red faced guy try to hit it with some barmaid, "Hey fat-ass! Where's my Mary J?!"
The fat man runs about a yard before getting tackled by some blonde chick. Great, more fucking problems.
The Ring, Rookie, age 23:
"More fucking problems!" I yell as Davidson barely evades the hunters shield, "Private! Use your grenades!"
Dalton takes control and charges to the downed Hell Jumper. My BR ran dry when I spotted a few snipers on the ridge, so now all Dalton's got is a magnum and two plasma grenades. He'll kill it. Hopefully.
"Davidson! On my mark, unload your clip in his back!" Dalton commands the frightened trooper while distracting the hunter, "Ready…and… mark! Fire everything you got!"
Dalton ducks and preps the plasma grenade. This better work. Our grenade is thrown at the second hunter. Both hunters focus on Dalton and I.
Master Chief sees my plan and begins emptying his sniper rifle into the second hunter. The hunters fall dead when Chief nearly snipes my balls off to kill them in one shot. I'm just glad this armor raises my boys a little higher than where the Chief shot..
"Damn Chief, could you have shot any higher." Dalton smiles behind our visor.
The Spartan doesn't care, or is unamused at the joke. So much for brothers-in-arms.
"We need to move. Hostile activity in the next canyon." The Spartan says with a monotone voice, leaving Davidson and I behind.
"Hey, LT!" Davidson says through our comm channel, "Is it true about you and that Sangheili?"
Fuck! "Yes, private, it's true. I love her. Any questions about why I do don't matter."
My trooper releases a held breath and explains why for no reason, "Thank God, thought I was the only one to love an alien."
His statement peaks my curiosity, why would he think that? Which species does he have feelings for?
"I met her when she attacked Mombasa a few months back, she saved me from being eaten by a brute by saying she'll do things like torture to me; of course she didn't though. We fled and fucked the night away. God I love that tight Kig-Yar puss of hers." He keeps explaining why he loves a jackal, "Those nice yellow feathers that sit perfectly on her head, that soft skin, those sexy chirps she does when we fuck. God I miss her."
Is she a fuck toy or his girlfriend?
I clear my throat and gain his attention, "Love and fuck toy are completely different things son. Wait, when were you two able to have sex if you were on the battlefield? You know what, forget I asked. Keep the sex stories to yourself private."
I clear my head from the bird-face and Davidson panting and thrusting in rhythm. I focus on the four brutes below near a downed pelican. Two more Hell Jumpers crawl beside the Chief.
We wait for the Master Chief to fire first before we do. He'll provide covering fire until we get to the warthog.
"Steady…steady… move, move, move!" a Warrant Officer orders when the Spartan kills the largest of them.
I jump off the ledger with my knife out. A brute is under my blade when come crashing down on his head. I grab my magnum and fire at the remaining brutes while holding my enemy with a blade in his head.
"Brothers! Help me!" it screams in agony when I accidentally twist the blade deeper.
Warrant Officer Ryan and Lieutenant Colonel Maxwell are laying dead in the sand with spiker rounds in their bodies. I finish my second magnum clip by shooting my brute dead.
"Davidson! Get on the gun!" I yell at the sound of two prowlers approaching.
The trooper follows my orders and Chief begins driving away, without me.
"Fuck! Guess we're walking now Blake." Dalton jokes as I collect Maxwell and Ryan's dog tags.
"It could be worse. We could be in space."
Shadow of Intent, Rehe, age 23:
"For the Covenant!" an Unggoy shouts with two grenades in his hands.
The Prophet's soldiers have boarded us. I was tasked with the defense of the hangar. We must give more time to the humans. I must give more time for Rookie.
"Female dog!" the Jiralhanae Chieftain yells charging me with his hammer.
I leap out of the way, onto the body of one of my fallen sword brothers. The hangars are being overrun by the false prophet's men.
"Rehe, catch!" Thel Vadam orders, tossing one of his energy swords.
I activate the blade and flash through the Chieftain's gravity hammer. He has a look of confusion before it becomes cold and empty. I remove the sword from his chest and slash my way to the Arbiter.
"We're the only ones left. We're outnumbered seven-to-one." I begin panicking about the immense amount of Covenant surrounding us.
"Favorable odds. I promise you that you will return to your human." He says kicking an Unggoy into its brethren.
I fight with renewed vigor and slice a Kig-Yar in two. The training with a sword is coming back to me.
The sword is not a weapon, it is an extension of me. The sword is my soul and I, it's.
I let my thinking fly away as I become the sword. The dancing of the blade flickering in and out of the bodies of my enemies. I kill ten enemies easily and my sword is glowing stronger than ever. If this was a normal energy sword it would've been deactivated from the lack of energy, but these aren't normal swords.
"Ranger Kyro, we need support. Heavy hostile engagement in the hangar." Thel says before leaping over a Jiralhanae, "Rehe! Behind!"
I swing the sword through his torso and separate the Jiralhanae's upper and lower body.
I retract the blade and feel a pain in my body. A hunter, never learned the species' name, is tightly squeezing me. The sword falls from my talons as the hunter throws me at the Arbiter.
"This isn't good." I say as Arbiter and I back against the wall.