Once again, thanks for the reviews. :) I didn't expect this to turn out so well. Before now, I've only been able to do poems really well. But anyway - on with the story. Oh yeah and of course, I don't own Halo or any of the characters that go with the actual stories and the games. 000 and 452, however, are mine ... all mine. -evil laughter-
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September 8, 2560
Whoa... that was intense. An actual battle with the Covenant! Z, of course, could hardly be held back long enough to get our orders. I couldn't help but laugh at his energy. Sadly, it didn't last the whole battle. But then, that could be asking too much at this point.
We came upon Echo-913 station filled with the Covenant. They seemed to be trying to get into the computers. But of course, they were already wiped. No one wants them to learn the location of Earth or how many people live there. If that were to happen, than SPARTANs like myself and Z would become useless.
I'd hate to think what would happen if we became useless. As it is, we have a lot to life up to with Master Chief. We do our best but he's taken out one Halo that we know of. But then again, I don't need to worry about that. Not now and hopefully not ever. They've put as much work in our series as they did his.
Anyway, we cleared out a lobby of grunts and then waited for backup to go to the second floor so that we can get the suviving scientists. The second floor held a few elites (no gold ones, thank god!), a couple of jackels and more grunts (of course). We managed to get all the remaining scientists out and back to the LZ safely.
Back on the Shadow Heart, we were debriefed and then told to go to our quarters for a rest period. Z, naturally, couldn't stop talking about how much he enjoyed being in actual combat. I told him that he was nuts. War shouldn't be that much fun ... it can be deadly. Oh well - to each their own, right?
I can't help but wonder why they have myself and Z in the same quarters. It was fine when we were younger but it's getting harder to keep from being embarrassed about our choice of sleeping attire. But we can't go against orders, so we're stuck like this until they tell us otherwise.
I hope that we get a decent break before the next battle. Even with all the additions that they've given to us, this armor isn't the easiest thing to deal with ... and I'm looking forward to not having it on for awhile. Z is already crashed out. It's almost cute. He just came in and fell out onto his bunk with his armor on. I guess I should help him ... he'd better have his protective suit on underneath or I'm going to drag him into a cold shower!