Mere hours ago, you and Noble Six had assisted the pillar of autumn, making sure it and its crew escaped Reach. The cost? You two staying on planet reach, and Emile’s death from an elite zealot’s blade through his abdomen, along with Carter’s death after he had heroically sacrificed himself by flying his pelican into a scarab that was in your way.

Since then, you two had been fighting off armies of Covenant on the glassed planet for hours. Survival isn’t guaranteed, and the chances of surviving, and or escaping, is very low.

You and Noble Six stood atop a pillar, turrets on either side of you, along with a dead spartan to your right. Noble Six silently stood to your left with his DMR held, his opaque silver visor overlooking the dusty, foggy landscape with abandoned buildings and other dead spartans scattered about. He didn’t say anything, nor did he look at you.