User:DeathTheKid88/Halo: Fa'al

SPARTANS Journal B221 2/1/2555 Clic-click, the familiar sound of reloading an MA-37 assault rifle, all SPARTANs can instantly recognize this sound, as well as many others, but that day we had to hear something we never wanted to hear again... That day was hell, we hoped never to see the Covenant loyalists again much less fight them, but we heard it, the whirr of a plasma rifle overheating, the hiss of a plasma repeater venting, even the cli-clack of a spiker reloading, and we knew, we knew they were back. We knew even before they jumped out of the Phantom, the CLOAKED Phantom. But we could hear it, loud and unedited, it was the sound of a Phantom, we could hear it. They jumped out, all those enemies, the Grunts, the Jackal snipers, the Brutes, the Chieftans, even....Hunters. We were fighting a lost battle, we knew it, the only thing that could have helped us, was long gone, it was the orbital MAC guns above Fa’al, exactly where we were now, but the MAC guns had already been taken offline by kamikaze Flood, we would lose, and we knew it, we all knew it, all of the 5,821 soldiers on Fa’al knew it. What happened next changed our minds, 300 fresh soldiers outfitted in some new kinda MJOLNIR, they weren’t SPARTANs, I can tell you that, they weren’t obedient enough to be SPARTANs, I knew the rumors of the next generation of SPARTAN soldiers, the OLYMPIANs but I’d never seen them...until now. “OLYMPIANs! Double-Time it, to the SABREs” I yelled at them “Yes Lt. Commander Sir!” They yelled back, starting to run towards the SABREs, I guess thats when I understood, OLYMPIANs weren’t better, or even different, than us, all they had was augmentations and some fancy armor, they didn’t have the most important thing, experience, the SPARTAN-IIIs, and more so the SPARTAN-IIs had enough experience to crush most enemies, unless... they were severally outnumbered, which explains exactly why the OLYMPIANs that were sent out were in a variant of the MJOLNIR made for dangerous Ops, where the unit was outnumbered, “Theta! HALT!” I yelled out, having second thoughts about sending them on a suicide mission. The OLYMPIANs all stopped and about-faced. “Theta Company, stick with me up there, don’t break formation, or the SABREs wont be of much use” I told them “Understood sir!” They replied “Now, Double-time it! Go go go!” A familar voice yelled, the voice of B239, my little brother, Ryan.