Just a little teaser for Part Two of this fic. Enjoy
Chapter Sixty Three
Halo 2 OST - The Last Spartan
]= MISSION HISTORY
= LOADING…
A flashing red light washes across the surface of a blackened visor. In its reflection is the cradle of all mankind, displaying the majesty and splendor of its emerald plains and sunset coastline.
"Sir, they've broken through the net and are inside our perimeter!"
"Captain, I need you to calm down!"
A figure clad in armor as black as night steps forward, taking a rifle presented to it by a Blackwatch rifleman. The soldier salutes the marching figure and quickly joins the growing precession gathering in his wake.
"Multiple bogeys approaching from the east! Moving to engage!"
"All battlegroups, move your carriers back to rally point Alpha!"
Violent explosions ignite a flurry of kinetic shocks across the transport's titanium frame, shaking those inside and causing its red lights to flicker until a solid red illumination exposes the dozens of elite operators, all bearing the same symbol across their shoulders.
A white eagle, its wings stretching towards the heavens and at its feet a familiar planet.
]= GATHER DISSIDENTS AND OUTCASTS
= COMPLETE…
The terrified screams of soldiers and sailors fighting across the city they call home echo across the cargo area. Such a sound should have weakened the resolve of all who heard its terrible noise, but it did nothing but bring a smile to the faces of all who bear the white eagle's mark.
"Admiral, you can't let them maintain position!"
"I'm trying, Kaiser, but we've lost advantage within the Night City perimeter!"
]= CUT THE ROTTEN FLESH FROM NIGHT CITY
= COMPLETE…
The white eagle has faced many foes, but none have shown the capacity to resist its will. Mercenaries, gangsters, and anarchists are just some of the many fools who have fallen before the eagle's feet.
"My cruisers are combat ineffective, and the bombers don't have enough punch to take out an Arasaka carrier!"
"If your pilots let up, then down here will be the goddamn apocalypse!"
]= NEUTRALIZE ROGUE ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE
= COMPLETE…
"I'm asking you to re-target the Alicorn!"
"And let more of those carriers slip the kill zone? That's insanity! There's nothing more I can do!"
Now the white eagle stands against those who wish to charter humanity's future into oblivion.
"Our perimeter defense is failing. Our grid is maxed! We will not last another run!"
"Admiral, tell your men to hold their positions. Reinforcements are on the scope."
"The entire fleet is engaged, Chamber. With respect, what the hell sort of reinforcement have you got?"
The cargo doors slide open, unveiling the titanic battle below as dozens of warships bearing the corrupt mark of Arasaka clash with those who serve the white eagle.
The ocean surface disappears behind a massive 205-class battleship, streaking across the cloudless sky and preparing to bear down on the Blackwatch ground forces below.
This cannot be allowed.
]= SECURE THE FUTURE OF ALL MANKIND
= IN PROGRESS…
"The battleship's passing below your position, ma'am. Proximity zero!"
A hand grasps the silent figure's shoulder, drawing his attention to a golden visor bearing similar advanced power armor. It swipes two fingers across its face before closing its fists and sliding its thumb across its sternum.
Are you ready?
The figure responds without hesitation.
Always.
A green light washes the red hue away, but no one moves.
"What if we miss?"
A question born from the lips of the most advanced artificial intelligence this planet has ever seen grace the Spartan's ears. Her cautious doubt brings a familiar smile to his face.
"We won't."
Cyrus takes the plunge with nothing more than a rifle in hand.
Thousands follow in his wake as a sea of black figures fall from the heavens, seeking retribution in search of a future.
It is here they will fight.
It is here where the fate of all mankind will be decided.
Till all are one.