User:RogueRobotStudios/Noble Team, a poem about Halo:Reach



Noble Team

Black clouds swirl, a savage storm looms as thunder roars, The greatest battle, with the most at stake of any of man’s wars. Once we looked the at the sky and wondered is anyone looked back, Then they came, first contact, in light of “The Great Journey” they attacked. One by one worlds fell, citizens and soldiers died, colonies were lost, People did not know that exploring the stars would come at such a great cost. They came unannounced, silently creeping upon the world beneath, Their troops would take up arms, grabbing guns and removing swords from their sheaths. Their gears of war have been turning, ever since the battle of Harvest was fought, They glassed our planets, left them in ruins; the destruction of humanity is what they sought. A Carrier appears from amongst the clouds, its cannons fire and the bombardment resumes. The world burns beneath, the land glassed with fire, cries of pain echo through great plumes. Humanity is under attack; a once peaceful world turns into burning hell. This is story of soldiers, men and women, who put their lives on the line only to tell A flash of light and horrid silence looms over the plains, a world slowly dies The lighting flashes, the skies darken, and then from the ash heroes rise. This is Sierra Two-Five-Nine. You have Spartans on the ground, sir. We are not going anywhere. The people were in shock, yet all is true for it is a story by which they swear. That a Noble team appears, a brother hood of six, they are Spartans trained to kill. They are armor-clad vessels of hope; to save the world is a destiny they must fulfill Spartans never die for they are immortal in the hope they give; they are only missing in action, This team of six, they can stare death in the face and laughter is their only reaction. Sierra 259, or Noble one is their leader, armed with rifles in hand the team exits the crater. The air is filled with cries for help, the team is sent to answer, and to save something greater. This world was the keeper of humanities’ only secret, the world where humans came to exist If found, then all would be lost, our spirit lies in the only place where humanity can persist. The Human-Covenant War was raging, end nowhere in sight; the castle wall was breached Our Noble Team stands to guard, humanities’ last bastion, and so begins the fall of Reach. Many fell on that world, but one Sierra 117 survived, for his time there was brief, Years later he protected mother earth and finished the fight, he is known as Master Chief.

Rickraptor77 22:50, June 10, 2010 (UTC)Rickraptor77