Glassed Former Farm Lands of Planet Harvest
March 27, 2528
Sgt. Hemin, Leroy J.
2nd squad, 1st platoon, Kangaroo Company, 3rd battalion, 216th Star Regiment, 105th Helljumper Division
Orbital Drop Shock Trooper of the UNSC Marine Corps
I spat towards him and said, "Fuck you… and your race."
"This will be an honorable death for you, human," muttered the Elite. He raised his sword and swung and as he swung a very large shadowy figure came out of nowhere and pushed him to the ground so hard the ground shook as if another glassing was occurring. I knew immediately what this figure was. I had heard the rumors. This…was a Spartan.
"Thank you sir," was the first words I said to the Spartan even though it was unknown to me his rank in the Navy. The mysterious being looked at me with its Mark IV helmet.
"Get out of here!" yelled the Spartan. I could see now that the white-colored figure was looking at the Elite, who was slowly getting up. So I sprinted towards Susan and picked her up. I put her on my back and slowly ran away to safety in the former terraces. I looked back for a split second and watched the Spartan take out his knife and slit the bastard's throat.
"Well I guess this isn't my day to die," I said out loud. I looked at Susan's wounds and said, "It's also not yours."