Against all Odds.
Even as 6 flew through the air, he could see Reach. It had been his home, his planet, and it tore at him as he left the atmosphere. Every shot the Covenent cruisers fired, glassing another portion of the planet, was a scar on his spirit. It was like he was tied to Reach.
And then he wasn't. It was odd. His heart suddenly felt... lighter. Like the stress he had taken on had just left him. Instinctively he knew, Reach was dead. There was no tugging on his spirit, and he felt... Free.
Glorious.
It gave him the strength he needed to go on. Not unlimited, but enough to get through one more day. It was all he would need for now.
"Control yourself Spartan. Every single action you do has a cost. Every mistake you make, and every success. As a Spartan, more often than not, you're actions will cause death. Do things deliberately, and act with intent. Or more will die."
6 set the phantom to head towards the docking bay of its original cruiser, and waited. It would take him about 30 minutes to get there, and with the help of his little AI, he could deal with the response/counter response that the covies sent at him. Enough time for a nap.
So he slept.
Sorry for the short chapter, and the lateness of it. I originally planned a one chapter a day thing, but what with thanksgiving and such, I had to go and deal with family. I promise it will get better as time goes on, and I really need a couple more reviews.
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Thank you for your review, and as far as I can tell, I have no plans whatsoever for 6 (still trying to think of a name) to hook up with the master chief at all prior to the Dawn. Thanks for reviewing, and any future thoughts would help a great deal.
~Daemonwelsh