Third Tower of the Shield Generator Encompassing the Ark's Control Room
Gunnery Sergeant Hemin, Leroy J.
December 11, 2552
7th Shock Troops Battalion, 105 Helljumper Division
Orbital Drop Shock Trooper of the UNSC Marine Corps
"Johnson, drop the Chief at the first generator, then head to the third. The Elites will punch right down the middle," said Commander Miranda Keyes on the com.
"Roger that," said Sergeant Major Johnson on the com. My platoon of ODST's and marines were making our way to the third tower of the shied generator to put an end to this conflict with the Covvies once and for all, when the Pelican dropships I was in got hit by anti-air fire from Wraiths.
"Move forward!" cried Johnson on the com directed towards both of his Pelicans under his command.
"Screw this," said my pilot.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Not dying."
"This is against the mission." I grabbed the controls and pushed them forward when the pilot took out her sidearm and aimed it at my head.
"Let go."
"No."
"I want to live." I could see the sweat pouring down her feminine neck. All of a sudden, our rear was hit by plasma fire and the next I thing I knew I was out cold.
I woke up 15 minutes later to see my comrades dead all around me. Their stomachs were open with charred organs and I could see the expressions on their faces the moments they died. I was in a forest moving towards the third tower in the distance when I saw a Grunt. I took out my sidearm and aimed it at the little bastard when I got knocked to the ground by a behemoth of a thing. It was a Brute, most likely, but when it got into the light formed by a hole in the roof of the forest, I could see what it truly was. A grotesque abomination, that was the size of a Brute and had the face of a Brute, looked at me.
"What…the…hell?" I murmured.
I could see in its tentacle of an arm that it had a spiker. It moved it up and fired one round into my chest…