Well, I finally finished Chapter 2, I hope you enjoy this.


1450 hours, July 15, 2580 (Military Calendar) / Aboard battleship Atlantis, orbiting Earth

Elros surveyed the surrounding area, making sure everything was clear. Some said he was paranoid, affected by the attacks on Earth, others said he was just going crazy, that he would turn and join the side of the Covenant. He had heard all of this, but they didn't know the whole story of what happened to his platoon down on the planet, why he was so cautious of his surroundings.


Elros looked around, his platoon members all in their positions, weapons close by incase of an attack.

"Alright men, look lively, we don't want to be caught off guard incase one of the platoons appears randomly." He said as he surveyed the area, his own BR55 Rifle leaning against his leg. "These bastards have been known to appear at random, mainly all Jackals, sometimes a full squad of Brutes."

What he didn't know is that three squads were coming his way, two full Brute and one Jackal. Though they were still a ways away, and had the disadvantage of elevation, they had strength in numbers. The humans were out numbered 3 to 1, the majority of the number came in Brutes. They were moving fast, obviously clued in to the position of the humans and their strength.

The humans were unprepared at best, a single attack at night, surrounded on all sides. All but one was slaughtered, Covenant and Human alike. As Elros stood in the middle of the battle field, burn marks on his left arm from plasma fire, he mourned over the loss of his good men, and those he had just gotten from command.

"Never again will I make this same mistake, NEVER!"


Elros shook his head, the images of the past cleared from his mind. "Never…" He muttered softly to himself. The stars about him shimmered from the light of billions of suns burning far off. This day had started out bad, now the past was haunting him once again.