Haven found herself unable to move. Barely able to hear their screams back and forth. They were muffled by the faulty microphone. A small buffering sign appears in the side screen, where her AI was supposed to be, but other than that nothing. Emptiness, like staring at a black screen. She atempts to get up, but the armor she's wearing was too heavy. After mere seconds her helmet cleaned up, but didn't turn on. The place where her AI was supposed to be giving her directions was still vacant, but with her cleared HUD it was as if she were wearing shades.

Toby pulls her up placing her arm over his shoulder. She could only see images as Toby walked her through the rest of the level. Cry fought the elites and grunts valiantly. Toby fought in rare occasions, only when it was needed in order to keep Haven safe. She felt useless.

"Toby! Cry! I'm awake, I'm just stuck!" She screamed.

But even if they were to hear her cries what would they do to help her. What could they do to help her? Her suit malfunctioning could be a glitch, but she wasn't strong enough to carry the 300 pound suit crafted by the UNSC.

"Siri can you help me?"

"Yes, Haven what can I help you with today?" Siri's robotic voice was a relief.

"Call my brother."

"Sorry no martyrs found near you."

"No, my brother, Eric!" She hissed.

"Deleting all contacts"

"What, no don't do that!" She screamed.

"Battery low, shutting down."

"AH!" She screamed at he failed attempt.

The screen around her eyes seemed to fade revealing a Broadsword, she looks up. A hatch opens up releasing a bomb that floats up to the Broadsword. Her eyes dilate focusing on the HAVOK Nuke. Urgency reawakens her need to get up. She struggles moving back and forth, but nothing. She could only watch as Toby and Cry run towards the Broadsword in fear that they would be left behind.

Her microphone stopped picking up Toby's and Cry's argument and started picking up Master Chief's and Cortana's. Their voices as they thundered through her helmet felt like safety. She knew that they were now in the eighth and final level of the game. She attempted to move once again, but the suit had not regained enough power to turn back on. In a stream of irritation she screamed for their help, but like the game would ordinarily they just continued their conversation.

"Approaching the Diadact's ship in two hundred kilometers. Once we get on board we'll find the bridge." Cortana's voice is sweet but hinting urgency.

A portal to slip space opens in front of them.

"He's on the move again," Haven could hear Toby's and Cry's inaudible fangirlsh screams as the Chief spoke.

"Broadsword's hull integrity is stable. We'll be safe as long as we stay below the Didact's shields." Cortana alerts. "The Fighter's shields aren't rated for slip space."

"No, but the Didact's are."

He moves a hand pushing hard on a lever. And without the suits velocity canceling ability she could feel as the Broadsword coursed through space in a high velocity. Her stomach began to churn. She had never been a fan of rollercoasters. She attempts to fold her fingers but the suit prevents her from doing it. She can't see where they're at, only a dark gray wall surrounds her. But in her head she could see the mental image. Master Chief's face hidden by the helmet that hides his invisible emotions. The portal to slip space slowly engulfing the composer, and the Chief racing to it.

"Where's the Composer?" Chief asks.

"Close. I should be able to guide us to it."

"You have not been composed. Such inoculation should have not been possible." The Didact's voice interrupts their conversation.

"Locking onto his transmission... he's at the Composer. We can take them both out at once."

Haven's body rocks back and forth with the Broadswords motion, but she can't see anything that's happening. Toby's eyes shift down to where Haven lays dying. Her feels useless unable to do anything to help her. He shakes his head and turns his gaze back up to the glass that shows him the obstacles in front of them. His skin curls and the hair on his body begin to stand up. Adrenaline rushes through his body as Master Chief Pilots through the Didact's ship. Turrets shoot at the ship as she moves, but the Chief has master skills when avoiding or attacking. Walls close in front and around him making it harder for him to navigate. Toby looks up at Cry whose face is fixed into the glass.

"Čerenkov Radiation fluctuating. We're coming out of slipspace." Cortana moans with a voice shifting from a low tone to a higher one.

"At current velocity, hostile will achieve Earth orbit in approximately 4 minutes." The FleetCom Watch announces.

"Roger. Battlegroup Dakota, close on the Forerunner vessel." The UNSC Infinity responds.

"Infinity must have warned them!" Cortana hisses.

"Sierra-117 to UNSC Infinity. Captain Del Rio, do you read?" Though Chief's voice is steady Haven could hint some irritation.

"Chief, it's Lasky. Is that you?" The voice that responds is none other than Lasky's.

"Affirmative, sir. Where's the Captain?"

"FleetCom didn't take too kindly to his abandoning you on Requiem. I'm afraid I'll have to do."

"The Didact's got the Composer. We're in a Broadsword carrying a Havok-grade payload. On approach to deliver it."

"Let's see if we can grease the wheels for you. All ships, prepare to engage!"

Haven's microphone becomes muffled once again. All she could hear were strange static like noises coming from the other end. The next thing she was able to hear was Cortana yelling at the Chief to look out. A spark of memory flickered in her brain, this was when the Chief sees the tunnel of closing walls growing tighter and tighter.

"I don't think this is going to end well!" Cortana's voice inundates her helmet once again, but it was shifted as if Haven were drunk.

She could feel the fighter crash. Toby throws his body onto Haven's in order to keep her safe from debris. The commotion ceases, and he places Haven's arm around his shoulder one more time and follows Chief as he jumps out.

"Now what do we do?" Cortana asks.

She could see as the Chief turned back to the crashed Broadsword and removed the warhead from the missile. He then locks it onto the back of his armor and grabs his assault rifle.

"Plan B" he responds.

Haven watches as Toby and Cry follow closely behind Master Chief. They wait for him to do the major kills aiding from time to time. Toby seems a master at avoiding major obstacles. Cry steps next to the Chief and helps him take out turrets. Toby's arms begin to ache from carrying Haven's weight. He knows that if he were to leave her at the end of the campaign she would disappear forever.

"Cry, we need to do something." He wheezed. "We need to wake her up."

"Why don't we try this? Hey Master Chief." He approached the mysterious hunk of metal in front of him.

The Chief turns around and looks down at him.

"Identify yourselves." He aims at them with the assault rifle.

"I'm Cry and this is Toby, we need your help. Our friend here was hurt by the composer, and I don't know if she's dead or I don't know something else happened. We truly need your help." He pleaded.

The Chief looked at both of them and hesitated for a split second. He analysed their being not lowering his weapon. Cry stepped aside as Master Chief nodded. Toby set her down in front of him. Chief then inserted Cortana's AI into Haven's suit. Haven was stunned as she saw Cortana's face blow up in her screen.

"Are you alright? Cortana asked.

"Yes, but my suit. It stopped working."

"I'm going to have to restart your suit, you might not like this."

Then without warning her whole body felt stiff. Numb to pain, as if she were floating in midair. The sense of reality was taken away. Haven closed her eyes unaware that Cortana was setting so that she could respawn. Haven opened her eyes. A small shockwave of lightning flickered through her nervous system. Her eyes began to glow. The dark shadows surround her as her vision clears. The pupils in her eyes dilate twice before settling in. Electric circuits glow around the sclera and move towards the pupil like an emptying drain. The iridescent blue circuits come in to the center of the eye and take the shape of the power on icon similar to the ones used in computers or hand held gadgets then disappeared.

"You should be okay now." She smiles.

Chief retreats Cortana and offers her a hand up.

"If you want to survive then follow me closely." He instructed.

They head down a long tunnel. Their HUDs begin to flicker with static as Cortana speaks. Her image appeared on everyone's side screen. The game had reset to continue the campaign. Their strides follow Chief as they help him take down enemies. Haven flies through the level unaware of what had just happened.

"Chief, I know I'm supposed to know what to do, but…" COrtana's voice was squeaking and distorted.

"We'll have to deploy the warhead manually. How and where?"

"I always know what to do. I always know what to do! …Just give me a second."

"Keep scanning for the Composer. We'll figure it out along the way."

What would usually be minutes of gameplay felt like hours. Their bodies not accustomed to the strenuous motions. And in the end they watched as the Chief defeated the Didact. The watched as Cortana said goodbye to the Chief and exited the game. At the side of their HUD an new achievement had been complete. Halo Draft.