Author's Notes:
I do not own anything made by Bungie or Microsoft, I only use them for literary devices. This is just a short bit of what my ideas are, I dont have anything more done however. Well, please review this if you wish, I want to know what direction this is heading in already.
1435 hours,
July 15, 2580 (Military Calendar) / Aboard battleship Atlantis,
orbiting Earth
The Covenant had been driven away from Earth, and peace had looked closer than ever. That was before another enemy had joined the ranks of the Prophets, even after they had lost the support of the Elites, Grunts and Hunters. This enemy was an adept warrior, more so than the Brutes, and was worthy for battle against the Spartans. The slimy bastards had called them the Forsaken, but that name was never to be spoken around anyone, not even the Spartans themselves. The Elites had left to form another colony in the Eridani system, near the destroyed planet of Reach. Unfortunately for them, the Forsaken had tracked them down and slaughtered the entire civilization, leaving the planet the way it had been, only with millions of unfinished graves. Soon after the Forsaken joined the ranks of the Covenant, and not one of the higher-ups disagree with an impending attack in the future.
Spartan-927 Elros stepped out of his chambers on the Atlantis and sighed, sleep had not come easy to him. Emotions didn't come easy to him either, if at all in some cases, but something had been troubling him about the battleship. The low hum of the engines had usually kept him from worrying, but now they seemed to resonate in his mind. The atmosphere on the ship helped to settle his nerves however, no matter how artificial it was. Down on the planet he always had a terrible feeling, even after the Covenant had been gone for a while now, driven off with the leadership of Spartan-117 John, aka Master Chief.
