A/N This story is going to have some things I've seen in Halo 2. I'm
making up names for things that don't already have them, so when Halo 2
comes out, don't be surprised if they all of the sudden have different
names. The M2GR is the new "Battle rifle", and the Z91 is the SMG.
Halo: Survival of Extinction
Prologue: The maddening Calm before the storm.
The dropship glided silently through space, though inside the humming from the engines would be enough to drive a man insane under the pressure the Marines felt.
The marines were the last hope for humanity. If they failed, the brutal and savage alliance of alien races known as the covenant would utterly annihilate human race. Though humanity did not yet know why, the covenant had decided that humans were an insult to their gods, and that a massive genocide was needed to purge the humans from the universe.
Sergeant Timothy Anders knew that fighting was now the only option, even though he was deeply anti-war. The only reason he fought is because he had been drafted into the marines, after mankind came reeling from their terrible losses. Now a platoon leader, Anders had risen through the ranks quickly, even though he was against fighting. His platoon, which consisted of two squads, was heading towards a small planet controlled by the Covenant, along with two entire companies of Marines.
Checking the ammunition on his M2GR, which had been dubbed the "Battle Rifle", he felt the tenseness that every soldier gets before a battle. With three extra magazines clipped to his belt, Anders checked his M6D Pistol's ammo, and the extra four magazines he attacked to his belt. Anders hated the few moments before a battle, because he always subconsciously looked back on his life, as if frantically searching for something. The pilot gave the signal for the fifteen-minute ETA. Standing up, Anders faced his men.
"Now listen up men. Almost as soon as we hit the landing zone, we're gonna be taking enemy fire." Anders spoke with authority, but also with compassion. The pelican-class Dropships could seat twelve, making one squad and half a platoon. Anders looked at most of his men, silently cursing the UNSC command. About half of his platoon was green, fresh recruits. He hated it when command did this, because the rookies died too soon. It was only after five missions that anyone's survival rates went up, so not even Anders' rate was up. He had only been on three previous missions.
Before they knew it, they were inside the planet's atmosphere, and almost to the landing zone. The dropship bumped up and down in turbulence, signifying the covenant's anti-air attack. The comm crackled to life.
"The LZ's gonna be hot boys, so liven up!" Came the pilot' voice. Anders gave quite thanks to the pilot, and then mentally prepped himself. The landing door opened, with the hiss of air, and the loud groan of machinery. Readying himself, Anders took a deep breath. The door was open; the shouts of orders to the marines could be heard on the comm, and the unmistakable cries of the covenant were heard in the distance. Anders stepped out.
Into the deep storm.
Halo: Survival of Extinction
Prologue: The maddening Calm before the storm.
The dropship glided silently through space, though inside the humming from the engines would be enough to drive a man insane under the pressure the Marines felt.
The marines were the last hope for humanity. If they failed, the brutal and savage alliance of alien races known as the covenant would utterly annihilate human race. Though humanity did not yet know why, the covenant had decided that humans were an insult to their gods, and that a massive genocide was needed to purge the humans from the universe.
Sergeant Timothy Anders knew that fighting was now the only option, even though he was deeply anti-war. The only reason he fought is because he had been drafted into the marines, after mankind came reeling from their terrible losses. Now a platoon leader, Anders had risen through the ranks quickly, even though he was against fighting. His platoon, which consisted of two squads, was heading towards a small planet controlled by the Covenant, along with two entire companies of Marines.
Checking the ammunition on his M2GR, which had been dubbed the "Battle Rifle", he felt the tenseness that every soldier gets before a battle. With three extra magazines clipped to his belt, Anders checked his M6D Pistol's ammo, and the extra four magazines he attacked to his belt. Anders hated the few moments before a battle, because he always subconsciously looked back on his life, as if frantically searching for something. The pilot gave the signal for the fifteen-minute ETA. Standing up, Anders faced his men.
"Now listen up men. Almost as soon as we hit the landing zone, we're gonna be taking enemy fire." Anders spoke with authority, but also with compassion. The pelican-class Dropships could seat twelve, making one squad and half a platoon. Anders looked at most of his men, silently cursing the UNSC command. About half of his platoon was green, fresh recruits. He hated it when command did this, because the rookies died too soon. It was only after five missions that anyone's survival rates went up, so not even Anders' rate was up. He had only been on three previous missions.
Before they knew it, they were inside the planet's atmosphere, and almost to the landing zone. The dropship bumped up and down in turbulence, signifying the covenant's anti-air attack. The comm crackled to life.
"The LZ's gonna be hot boys, so liven up!" Came the pilot' voice. Anders gave quite thanks to the pilot, and then mentally prepped himself. The landing door opened, with the hiss of air, and the loud groan of machinery. Readying himself, Anders took a deep breath. The door was open; the shouts of orders to the marines could be heard on the comm, and the unmistakable cries of the covenant were heard in the distance. Anders stepped out.
Into the deep storm.