Authors note: As you can see, I have made my first attempt at FF writing. This story takes place in the year 2525, on an outer colony Minerva VII, during the initial covenant assault on the outer colonies. As we all know, the initial assault takes place on Harvest and a few other colonies, one being Minerva VII. I have the plot fully written out, and I will procede to add chapters slowly. Hope y'all like it.....
Prologue
Minerva VII Colonial Militia Outpost #32
The Sun was setting at the outpost, and indication that the day was over, and rest was near. The crimson light of the setting sun illuminated the sky, as the last rays of light danced across the white snow. Many in the militia looked out from their bunkers, enjoying the show of light. For most of the men, it meant sleep after another hard day. However, to Cpl. James Fields, all that it meant was the beginning of his first night duty shift. As his comrades found to their quarters, James worked his way to his station, and looked out. All he could see for miles and miles on were the vast fields of snow and the towering mountains. The last stubborn rays of light finally receded back to the horizon, and the day finally ended.
At around 23h30, all the men were safe and asleep in their bunkers, except for those on night duty like James. He gazed at the empty fields around him. The snow reflected no more light, like it should have been, the wind howled deeply in the far mountains. Still, he held his battle rifle to his side, he was unsure. His life's only purpose now was to act as a warning to those safe behind. As the minutes went buy, James saw a sudden burst of blue light, accompanied by three more sudden flashes of green light in the distance. He felt his heart pound with every flash. He raised his battle rifle and peered down it's scope, in the direction of the flashes. They came again, this time, eight blue flashes in rapid succession. He thought he saw something, still blue lights hovering in midair.
"Command, this is Cpl. James Fields, do you have anything on the long range radar?" He questioned, his heavy breath rumbled into mere static through the radio.
"Negative, we have nothing on our radar." Came his response, he heard a tone of confidence in his voice. He looked behind himself, there was nothing, no light, no flashes. He was sure he saw something in the distance. "Maybe it was only a civilian vehicle?" He asked himself. Only minutes later, out of the corner of his eyes, he witnessed several bright flashes of light, and the radio crackled to life again.
"This is Command, everyone, get back to the outpost now!" His voice rang with urgency. He could hear his heavy breathing through the radio come back to him as static. "We have a new hostile contact, we don't know what it is, but it just wiped out all our forward recon groups." He stammered into the radio.
James looked behind him, he could see a faint ray of green light in the distance. He wasted no time as he worked his way to back to the outpost, which was alive with blaring red light. As he made his way up the stairs onto a tower, he saw the faces of his fellow comrades, fatigued, weary, and most of all, frightened. As he waded through the sea of men, commotion buzzed around him.
"Who do you think they are? Do you think they're the URF?" Questioned an uneasy private.
"The URF were defeated last year" James responded. "If they were URF, they would be all upon us now". He reassured with fake confidence.
James observed the vast fields of snow. The winds whipped up the snow and choked his vision. He could only make out the distant silhouettes of two-legged aliens. Still, he could hear the droning hum quite clearly, as it threateningly grew. As he looked around him, he saw the fatigued men, gazing out towards the advancing alien ranks, readying their weapons. James inserted a fresh clip into his battle rifle, steadied his rifle and fired. The sound of three bullet casings dropping dead shattered the silence of the night.
The three rounds struck an invisible barrier protecting the head of the alien, and did nothing to stop it. The little morale that the soldiers had took yet another dip. Still, he fired three more shots into the alien, and his comrades watched in awe as the shields failed and the huge body dropped silently to the snow. James could see the purple blood slowly trickle from the alien's wounds. James felt the warmth of newly found confidence, and he could feel it in his the hearts of his comrades.
"They look tough! But we can beat 'em!" Cheered one soldier.
"Yeah! Give it too 'em boys!" Shouted another.
With a welcome burst of bravery, his comrades began to open fire upon the alien ranks. James raised his own rifle, and continued firing. Bullets rained down upon the advancing ranks. Minutes slowly trickled by, as the aliens fell one by one, staining the white snow with their purple blood. James felt the flame of confidence that drove him and his comrades to combat, slowly diminish, as the alien ranks drew closer, apparently unaffected by the few they had lost. The menacing hum grew louder, and James was running low on ammo. He looked up to see the terrifying silhouette of an insectoid flying machine, clearly alien.
The menacing alien ranks pressed on amidst the storm of bullets and snow, and brushed of the assault. They had acquired a few casualties, but James could tell that it would not stop them. The mountains now echoed with the sound of gunshots. The aliens had made it past the veil of snow, James was terrified to see the alien machines sweep in towards their outpost, bringing in a wave of fear, before the inevitable wave of death. James could instantly tell it was their turn.
A few of the soldiers spent their last moments in horror, gazing wide-eyed at the alien machines, in dumbstruck terror. James too, felt his heart pound in his chest, as if begging to be released from this nightmare, as he watched the machines close in towards the tower, with horrifying speed. The machines grew with every second, like a gaping mouth moving into swallow them all into hell.
The alien machines swept past the veil of snow that had concealed all but their haunting silhouette, like a killer creeping from a bush, moving in for the kill. They accelerated towards the tower, then unleashed a wave of searing blue plasma upon the tower like a storm of hail. James was the first one to notice, and leaped headfirst into cover, while others were not so lucky.
The deadly wave of plasma tore through the flesh of those who were caught standing still, and left only the scent of charred human flesh. Within a single sweep, all those who were exposed were down on the ground lying in awkward positions. Some were luckier than others, they had been killed instantly by the deadly weapons, and were taken out of their suffering. Others were not so lucky, they had been mortally injured by the searing plasma, and were left to die in pain. Their sharp screams pierced the night.
James didn't see what had happened, but he could hear the screams of his comrades. Screaming desperately for an end to their torment, to be put to rest. James knew what they had wanted, but he knew that helping them would be futile. All he could do was to watch them endure their last moments of suffering, while he just sat there, suffering, not in pain but in guilt.
I killed them. He wept, if only he had warned them about the incoming plasma, then he wouldn't have to suffer hearing their screams. The guilt tore through him like a hot knife. He sat alone, in the cold, he wished all his life that he would never see this day, and here he was witnessing it. He wished he be somewhere else right now, away from this hell before hell.....
(this isn't the full prologue, I've got the rest of it. What I mean is I know what happens in the rest of the prologue, and the rest of the fanfic, it's just not already written.)
I asked The Lord, "Why hath thou forsaken me?" And He spoke unto me saying, "j00 R n0.0b 4 3VR", And I was like "stfu -_-;;"
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