Wednesday, April 06, 2005

The Prophet of Truth lay gasping on the floor. One of his lungs had imploded, and his breath came in great, short gasps. He was about to die. As his dilated pupils turned up, the Master Chief raised his Titanium A Armor plated boot, and brought it down on his face. The Prophet would never foresee the future again.

"Truth eliminated." the Master Chief radioed to the In Amber Clad. As it hovered over his position, preparing to suck him up via the grav lift, he looked around for one last time, and locating the Forerunner ship that stood in the distance, the Master Chief was grateful for the Master Chief that came before him, the legendary Spartan 117, who destroyed Halo and the Ark, and had forced the Forerunner ship back to High Charity. As the Spartan 377 was beamed back up into the ship, he thought of the Spartan 117, the legendary first Master Chief. Melvin 377 had been whisked away by the In Amber Clad while they were in New Manhattan, and the last he saw of it was a giant explosion caused by a Covenant bomb. 117 was there when it happened; the Master Chief had been fighting alongside 377. Since that fateful day, 117 was never seen again; he was rumoured to have been vaporised by the explosion. If that was not the case, the Marines said, then he was sure to have been killed in the resulting holocaust. His name was now marked as KIA.

"Spartans never die - they just go to hell to regroup." the Spartan 058 thought, but he knew that he would never see 117 again. He saluted the bravery of the Spartan, and as the ship prepared to jump to slipspace, he wept. Spartans never cry - this was one exception.

m_ho returning to base at 4:00 pm

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