Nervous twitching
among the Grunts at the front of the landing craft. Suspicious amounts of human
presence around this supposedly uninhabited world. But we place our faith in
the Prophets and the promise of the Great Journey.
The journey to this
system was planned as a routine search for artefacts left behind by the
Forerunners. Now we find ourselves facing a huge Human fleet and orbital
defence networks.
Simple plan. Waves
of landing craft hit the orbital defence stations. One carries a bomb into the
main hanger, the others are distractions to draw the defenders away from it.
We’re one of the distractions.
30 seconds out.
Grunts adjust their packs. Jackals check their shields. Us Elites get behind
them and marshal the troops. Two of the other orbital defence stations explode,
rocking our craft. Time for some choice words.
“Stay strong, keep
your sights clear. Inflict as much damage as possible. We know we are here as
facilitators of the Great Journey. Salvation awaits us all.”
10 seconds out.
Docking claws unleash themselves from their housing. The troops go into a ready
stance.
Docking claws
engaged. “Engage the enemy.”
We pour out of the
landing craft’s exit and into the hanger, there’s a fire fight already going
on. Another landing craft hit right before we did. Our feet hit metal, we
scatter, firing as we do so.
Green armour hits
the deck in front of me. The Demon is here! I die for the Great Journey.
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