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"For us, the storm has past. The war is over. But let us never forget those who journeyed into the howling dark and did not return. For their decision required courage beyond measure, sacrifice, and unshakable conviction that their fight; our fight, was elsewhere. As we start to rebuild, this hillside will remain barren, a memorial to heroes fallen. They ennobled all of us, and they shall not be forgotten, Fleet Admiral Terrence Hood March 3, 2553"
This part of the Legacy storyline will follow the UNSC and beginnings of project BELKIN and the sixth generation of Spartans. It will focus around Fleet Admiral James Hood.
The Legacy storyline is set 300 years after the end of Halo 3. I plan on it telling of the struggle that the Brutes faced while rebuilding, the attempts that the Elites and Grunts had in maintaining an alliance, and the attempts of the UNSC to re-colonize and visit extragalactic areas.
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Date: March 3, 2853
Time: 1500 Military Time
Occasion: Spartan Eta-Class initiation (Sixth-generation)
A light chorus began to play. The music drifted silently and smoothly as the flutes, trumpets and all other instruments began their lowly yet powerful serenade. A small petite blond woman in her mid-thirties came onto the stage. Her bright red lips and dazzling blue eyes captivated the young and old men and women of the UNSC armed forces. She parted her lips and the lyrics of a song long since forgotten began to be told
"Like the sunflower leaning towards the sun,
So trivial is life.
Let us retrace our steps,
From which all this chaos derives.
We have fallen,
We have prospered.
Among the distant suns we long to live,
But do not realize the mistakes we have made.
Mistakes that have cost millions of lives.
We honor our fallen heroes,
For they have protected us,
Against an enemy so deadly, so ruthless,
That our own imaginations couldn't comprehend.
Protect the mother planet,
So we say.
But what is there left to protect,
After the devastation these barbarians have caused?
Nothing."
The men and women of the armed forces erupted into a fit of applause. Hoots, catcalls and rounds and round of clapping came. The women on stage blushed slightly and as the crowd settled down she continued her song.
"All we have left is our own lives,
Which we must struggle to cherish.
We will never forget the ones,
The brave ones, the strong ones,
Who have saved us from further destruction.
Hope is what remains of an empire,
Put down upon its knees,
Torn apart by parasites and floods.
Our faith in God must be strong,
Otherwise, the spirits of the dead ones,
Will haunt us through the long, cold and cruel nights,
That have set their domination among us.
Faith is what makes us stand united,
Is what makes us survive.
The nightmare is far from over."
As the woman stepped off, and the crowd erupted into a pure chaos of emotion, applause and commotion a single man walked up to the stage. The man had silver-grey hair and the white uniform of a Fleet Admiral. His large stature and booming voice easily allowed him to be heard. The man was James F. Hood, the descendant to Terrence Hood and as he introduced himself; the crowed hushed to a mere whisper and let the aging man speak.
"The following song was written by an unknown UNSC Trooper. The man was involved in the Second Battle of Earth and as we fought and died that day, he did the same and paid the ultimate price." he said with a long British drawl "Humanity paid the ultimate price that day. Today is the three hundredth anniversary of the end of the Great War. This day marked the end of the fighting, the end of the killing, but most of all it brought the end of a certain group of men and women who sacrificed everything and anything they had to see victory for Humanity"
The man then pulled out an old slip of crumbled yellow paper. On it were the easily most recognizable words that any man, women or child had heard in the UNSC. The words had captivated hundreds of thousands of the remaining members of the Human race. It was broadcasted over dozens of planets and as these final words were spoken by Fleet Admiral James Hood; it would create an applause so large it would shake the heavens.
"'For us, the storm has past. The war is over. But let us never forget those who journeyed into the howling dark and did not return. For their decision required courage beyond measure, sacrifice, and unshakable conviction that their fight; our fight, was elsewhere. As we start to rebuild, this hillside will remain barren, a memorial to heroes fallen. They ennobled all of us, and they shall not be forgotten', Fleet Admiral Terrence Hood March 3, 2553"
[Edited on 07.16.2009 9:13 PM PDT]