User:Camp Froman/Survival

The Spartan observed his surroundings. Ice and snow, nothing more. He looked up into the sky, only to see an enclosing roof made of solid glacier. He was trapped. Examining his weaponry, he found a Marksman Rifle and a Spartan Laser with little firepower remaining. The Spartan knew that he would last less than a few minutes if the Covenant located his hiding place. Even if he was considered the most lethal SPARTAN III on Reach, he would be outnumbered, outgunned, and killed in cold blood.

He tried to establish contact with his team, expecting what he got: no answer. Static was the only result of the foolish attempt at trying to communicate from 3,000 feet underground surrounded by solid ice. All that he could do was remain at his location and pray that reinforcements would arrive quickly, before unwanted Covenant Interlopers found him first.

One last attempt at radio communication led to failure yet again, leading the Spartan to give up. For a moment, he sensed immediate dread and heard a slight sound in the distance, a sound that he feared was a Spirit Dropship. Instead of panicing, he attempted to find a suitable position to hold off the Incoming assault. After examining his surroundings, the Spartan found a makeshift bunker and aimed down the scope of his rifle.

Nothing. He saw nothing. No Sangheili, no Spirit Dropships. Nothing but Cold Hard Ice. Thinking rationally, he realized just how low the odds were of being discovered. The Spartan was 30,000 feet underground, surrounded by 1,000s of miles of abandoned Forerunner Territory. It would takes hours, no, days to cover the entire area, let alone to spot a Spartan as innovative as himself. With his newfound courage, the trapped Spartan began to move away from his position.

For a split-second, the Spartan thought he could make out a small radio transmission. Desperately attempting to communicate with the rest of his team, the Spartan listened carefully. To his dismay, the only words he could make out were "six" and "hold." He knew that the Commander was giving strict orders to the him to hold his position. Or was the transmission something different? All the Spartan knew to do was to attempt to survive.

Waiting for over an hour, the Spartan began to fear that his team would never arrive. Was he trapped? Was he left alone in the Forerunner Underground to die? Only time would tell what would happen.

It happened again. The Spartan began to sense the presence of not one, but several Spirit Dropships arriving on the site of the Spartan's location. Ready to fight, he rose from his observation point and stealthily worked way behind a chunk of rock. Aiming down the scope of his rifle, he saw several parties of Sangheili Scouts, along with Unggoy with Fuel Rods. With the intent of avoiding being spotted, the Spartan strafed around the Covenant as silently as he could. The Spartan listened to the conversations of the Covenant, as a Sangheili Field Master angrily ordered his troops to find and kill the Spartan, knowing that he was hiding within the radius of the area. From behind a wall of ice, the Spartan observed the Covenant as they attempted to find him.