User:Redlightning312/Exfil

I LAY FLAT on my back, my limbs stretched out and completely useless. My vision was a darkened tunnel. My vision was murky, as if I had been submerged in the deepest ocean, backed with a high-pitched whine. My breathing was labored and my body was numb. I had lost all sense of my surroundings and was battling to regain some form of clarity. Through the obscurity, I heard a voice call out to me.

"Decker," the voice said, muffled by my own body as well as the echo of not-so-distant violence. I clung to the voice, and used it to pull me back into consciousness. Slowly, my senses began to return to me.

"Decker!"

The voice called out again, instantly reminding me of similar circumstances I had found myself in previously. I was transported back in time to my service as a Shock Trooper where I made brushes with death numerous times before on numerous worlds. Where was I now though?

Reach?

Earth?

The Ark?

No. I had not fought on any of these places in over five years. I focused intensely, plucking at lucidity with precision. I was regaining full consciousness and found my place.

Requiem.

No longer was I dressed in the black battle armor of the ODSTs, but I was now clad in a heavily-armored battlesuit typical of the iconic caste of soldiers I was now a part of: the Spartans.

As my senses flooded back in an almost overwhelming chorus and my numbness was replaced with aching, I heard the voice again.

"DECKER!!"

I jerked my once-limp body and looked to my flank. Another MJOLNIR-suited figure, Nessa Rhodes, ducked behind the remnants of a Warthog; I was in that vehicle only moments earlier.

"Find cover," she exclaimed. I quickly jerked my body from the ground, kicking up dirt from the jungle floor as I did, and leaped behind a conveniently-located boulder. The Warthog was no the only wreckage present, as hulking pieces of our ship -- the UNSC Infinity -- lay smoldering, casting vast shadows over us.