User:VivaNewVegas7/Halo: Conscripts

Prologue
0840 HOURS, OCTOBER 15, 2548 (MILITARY CALENDAR) \ HD 85512 SYSTEM, TAUNUS VALLEY, PLANET EMPYREAN

SPARTAN-077, Aaron, lie motionless at the bottom of a small crater half-buried in debris. Barely conscious, the Spartan could see the smoldering wreckage of his Warthog and Marines a few meters away from him. Though he could barely feel anything at the moment, Aaron could sense the tickle of blood trickling down the side of his face and pooling at the back of his helmet.

Aaron's thoughts were scrambled and fleeting, but one managed to stick prominently in his head: how did he end up here? Not just this latest near-death experience but how did it all happen; how did he become a SPARTAN? In an instant, much of Aaron's life began flashing before his eyes.