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Honor Light Your Way, Our Blood Shall Forge A Thousand Generations!.
This story will take place before, during, and after the events of Halo 3: ODST in the first-person perspective of the Rookie. It will explain as to why he is so silent, what happened in his past, and what his thoughts are.
Prologue
Useless. All of it, useless. Why am I still alive? Why haven't I been slain, burned, or butchered like the rest? My squad. All dead. Right before my eyes, dead, all of them. I'm alone, cowaring in a foxhole, waiting for the Covenant to find me and finish me off for good. Why don't I just take the alternative? A bullet of my own to the brain, and my worries are gone.
I wipe sweat from my brow, and also a mixture of tears. Digging into my ammunition pack, I retrieve a picture, then stare into it. Nicole, my wife. She's the only thing that keeps me going. I pray she's safe, pray the Covenant haven't found Earth, or Luna, it's moon. I kiss the picture, caress it with my thumb, and place it neatly back into my pack.
Clutching my sidearm, all I can do as of now is listen to the screams of innocent civilians as they run - to no avail - from their foes. In the distance, I can see multiple Covenant assault carriers glassing the surface of New Jerusalem, killing millions - billions? - as they do so.
This is it. I'm finished. Nowhere left to go, nowhere left to run, nowhere left to hide. Static comes to life within my earpiece. I can catch brief glimpses of a voice, waging war with the static, only to be defeated. The line goes dead, and I remain alone. More static soon after. This time, the voice is more clear, more audible, and I can make sense of it.
"All UNSC personnel, respond, this is Foxtrot two-two-three, any UNSC personnel, contact me immidiately."
My hopes rise. With overjoyment, I respond to the distress call, breathing heavily, heart beating rapidly. "Foxtrot two-two-three, this is Lance Corporal Jason Daniels, I am alive and intact, need immidiate transer, over!"
A pause. "Rodger that, Corporal, we have picked up your location and are en route. Hold tight. Out."
I lean my head back in exasperation, send my thanks to God, and listen to the horrific screams of the dying as I wait.
[Edited on 10.15.2009 3:48 PM PDT]