And so here at the end of my life, I do once again betray a former master. The path ahead is fraught with peril. But I will do all I can to keep it stable - keep you safe. I'm not so foolish to think this will absolve me of my sins. One life hardly balances billions.
This is just a short story i wrote today during school, was fairly bored. I'm not too good at writing long stories, i never seem to finish them, so i wrote a short one. also, i would like to thank Wolverfrog and his excellence, for it was a sort of inspiration for this. Well, here you go:
Nothing disturbed the silence, except the occasional rumble of explosions far off to the west. A man dressed in black armor watched over the landscape from a hill, surveying the destruction. On his shoulder was emblazoned the letters 'ODST'. On the skyline, a city burned. The man did not know what city it was, of the many scattered on the planet Reach, only his home would soon be no more.
Above, large frigates were visible, blocking out the stars. Except, these were not friendly. They glowed a deep purple, and gleamed in the light, and beams of plasma shot from them, melting and cutting UNSC ships to nothing but scraps, As they had his own ship. The crew had received the distress call from Reach, and immediately had jumped to slipspace. They were one of the first few to arrive, but still, too late. Heaps of metal floated through the black, lifeless. Just moments after exiting slipspace, the urgent words "Brace for Impact" blared over the speakers, the craft shuddered, and the lights cut out. The thud of doors automatically closing and locking to contain oxygen echoed in his mind.
At the time, he had been in the HEV bay with his fellow ODST's. The ship shuddered again. There was only one way of escape from the doomed craft, and he took it, clambering into one of the HEV's, and launched. Even in such extreme circumstances, the ride never got old. The intense G-forces held him in his seat, and it was hard to breathe. On entering the atmosphere, the chute deployed, slowing him down some before ripping off. Through the window, he watched as blackness turned to white, white turned to blue, and blue turned to red, the burning planet coming into his view. The last thing he remembered was bracing himself as the ground loomed below, and then he struck.
The man sighed, mourning for his brothers who did not escape the ship. He doubted many did. Above, Covenant ships lurched ever closer, the beams on their underbellies pulsing. He knew what happened next, the horrific stories reverberating through his mind. The planet would be turned to glass, him with it. The pulsing increased, and he felt blisters from the intense heat burst on his body. And then, nothingness. The light moved on, and the only evidence he was ever there were ashes, floating on the wind.
[Edited on 01.20.2012 8:09 PM PST]