- fireskull66325
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2532 This is all canon, from the time of Randall's disappearance with the time of the Covenant's progression. I am filling in the where, what, and how of his disappearance.
Spartan- 44 Randall woke up to a jarring pain in his leg. "What happened?" He thought, then started to get his bearings back. "I'm lying down on my face covered by a He flexed experimentally- about one foot of glassed dirt, rock, and gravel." He ran a diagnostics check on his electronics, only to discover that they were all offline. He ran a quick start-up on the suit to get them running again; he couldn't be without them for very long or risked suffocating in the dirt. "Wait," he thought, "how long have I been under here?" It can't have been long my suit only has about 90 minutes of recycled air, after that I would have suffocated. His suit, the Mjolnir Mark IV, was the best the UNSC could design and the Spartans had all been outfitted with them. Among other things they enhanced the wearer's reflexes, making the Spartan's already formidable reflexes even faster. They also provided higher protection from any kind of impact than the standard UNSC issue armor did, although that He grimaced- hadn't applied as well as they had hoped against the plasma weapons the covenant utilized in battle.
His suit came on. Immediately he checked his motion tracker- no movement, then he checked his FF tag reading, there were no friendlies in range either. He updated his COM, no signals in range either, which was even worse than having no friendlies found. His suit could detect a UNSC band COM signal across an entire planet and out into space. The fact that there was none meant one of three things. One, he was the only UNSC personal on the planet, two, there were others but their COM was down, and three his own COM was just malfunctioning. After double-checking the equipment he eliminated number three from the list, but until he got up he couldn't do anything on the other two. He snaked a small camera probe line out of his hip pouch and thrust his hand up until he felt the line hit air. Then he synched his helmet with the camera's feed so he could see what it saw.
What he saw when he did was just what he had become used to since the war started. Grunt and Jackal bodies littered the battlefield. Glassed dirt and rock everywhere from the mortars. Dead ODST Helljumpers from the failed attack on the flank. The failed attack he had been a part of. After establishing that there were no more Covenant present, he rose himself up out of his dirt grave under the battlefield. The setting sun of the Outer Colony Burbaros IX would have been beautiful to behold had the circumstances been different. The red from the sun made the dead ODST's armor shine golden for a moment before it passed them over for others.
Randall looked around for a moment, then started heading toward where their brief C&C bunker had been, on the rise overlooking this valley. As he climbed the rocks to get there he feared what he would find. "Would everyone be dead? Deserted?" No way to find out until he got to the top. As he neared the eclipse of the ridge, he stopped for a moment. "Had he heard something? He had thought he'd heard a rock falling. He zoomed in on the area he thought he'd heard it from, but when nothing further happened he dismissed it and lifted himself up over the ridge. That is when someone put something hard against his helmet and said "You move, you die. Don't make a move Spartan."