User:MrFluffman/A Tale of Three Spartans

One, drunk in his glory. Another, drowned in his failure. A third, a rookie. These Spartans are all unique, but who would guess they're brothers? This unlikely team begins a battle against forces they don't even understand. Song: Dear Agony by Breaking Benjamin.

Chapter One: Reconnoiter
The Covenant Grunt walked slowly through the small outpost the Covenant had built hastily in the face of the human's unexpected comeback at Vega. The Grunt didn't even blink as a green-armored hand reached out, and crushed it's methane tank. A knife slid into it's head, and it stopped struggling.

As the Grunt fell to the ground, the figure that had killed it stood up and wiped the blue-ish blood from his hand. The Spartan smiled beneath his helmet, and continued on his own way. His name was James-118.

James continued darting through the outpost. Even though the UNSC had been happy that the Vega outposts had been retaken, it didn't help that the Covenant had just recovered and built a new, albeit smaller, outpost on the site of a UNSC graveyard.

Suddenly James pushed himself against the wall. An Elite ambled into the corner, Energy Sword alight, looking for anything that would possibly give it's some entertainment.

James decided to give it some entertainment.

At another side of the outpost, another Spartan finished breaking a Brute's neck, and stood up just as James had done. This Spartan wore cobolt armor and moved with the grace that should he was seriously depressed. It had been a long time since the UNSC's assault on Vega, but Aaron-337 could steal feel the shame that bathed him since the accidently killed a teammate.

It hadn't been his fault. Aaron had been trying to save his teammate, who had been held in the grip of an Elite, but in the end, he gave in to his friend's constant cries for him to shoot.

Aaron continued on his way, unaware of a cloaked figure following him.

Alan couldn't believe his good luck. Not only was he on his first mission with as a Spartan, but he was had also been paired with his brother!

Alan had a bright, cheery disposition, clearly the most optimistic of the group. He smiled beneath the purple ODST helmet he wore on his head. Dropping to the wall, he pulled out his Designated Marksman Rifle, and lined up a shot with a Jackal across a small walkway.

He pulled the trigger.

Chapter Two: Tango Down
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