By ErtiSC
Feb 10, 2022
CHAPTER 1
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*Thump.* *Thump.* *Thump.* Went Samuel’s heart. *Thump.* *Thump.* *Thump.* *Thump.*
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He closed his eyes, trying to escape the world. But no. This was inescapable. Blood poured down his face, blocking his view through the helmet. He wanted to take his helmet off so badly. But the dangerous atmosphere of space would kill him in a matter of seconds. He had to endure.
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Right after the leader of the LORE ACCURATE had just claimed victory of Construx Halo, he ducked away with Mark and Eron on a Pelican. He had just left the realm of Construx when a Covenant Ship battered their escape vehicle to a hulk of junk. Only Simon, Mark, and Eron: T0M-7, T0M-6, T0M-9, respectively were the last forces of Team REDDOG in Construx Halo. But now they were gone, and Halo was in the hands of Master Chief and the LORE ACCURATE, of Team BLUECAT.
Bluecat. Samuel grit his teeth. He refused to believe REDDOG and the CUSTOM CREATED had lost. No, not yet. Construx Halo was their livelihood, so if they haven’t fought to the last man, they haven’t lost. No, not yet.
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But for now, the hope and lives of the three Spartans rested in the hands of the UNSC Uninfunnily. If only I could contact them…Then he remembered. Somewhere in their mangled Pelican, there was some way to communicate. But his own blood covered his eyes and his helmet was shook up inside. He didn’t know where he was. Whether he was floating away from the Pelican, or lying somewhere the vacuum of the Pelican, he couldn’t tell. His only hope…was…
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Not yet. He was resolved to survive himself and the rest of his comrades. He sheepishly waved his arms around, feeling for something that may be useful, or give him at least and idea where he was. He felt a hard surface in front of him. [Cover Image] "Wha-?" He pushed himself off the floor of the Pelican. He struggled upright and turned on his mobile gravity, so he stuck to the floor as he blindly walked. He felt a seat in front of him. Now, if he could only rig his helmet to the communications system.
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*Thump.* *Thump.* *Thump.* Went Samuel’s heart. *Thump.* *Thump.* *Thump.* *Thump.*
-
He closed his eyes, trying to escape the world. But no. This was inescapable. Blood poured down his face, blocking his view through the helmet. He wanted to take his helmet off so badly. But the dangerous atmosphere of space would kill him in a matter of seconds. He had to endure.
-
Right after the leader of the LORE ACCURATE had just claimed victory of Construx Halo, he ducked away with Mark and Eron on a Pelican. He had just left the realm of Construx when a Covenant Ship battered their escape vehicle to a hulk of junk. Only Simon, Mark, and Eron: T0M-7, T0M-6, T0M-9, respectively were the last forces of Team REDDOG in Construx Halo. But now they were gone, and Halo was in the hands of Master Chief and the LORE ACCURATE, of Team BLUECAT.
Bluecat. Samuel grit his teeth. He refused to believe REDDOG and the CUSTOM CREATED had lost. No, not yet. Construx Halo was their livelihood, so if they haven’t fought to the last man, they haven’t lost. No, not yet.
-
But for now, the hope and lives of the three Spartans rested in the hands of the UNSC Uninfunnily. If only I could contact them…Then he remembered. Somewhere in their mangled Pelican, there was some way to communicate. But his own blood covered his eyes and his helmet was shook up inside. He didn’t know where he was. Whether he was floating away from the Pelican, or lying somewhere the vacuum of the Pelican, he couldn’t tell. His only hope…was…
-
Not yet. He was resolved to survive himself and the rest of his comrades. He sheepishly waved his arms around, feeling for something that may be useful, or give him at least and idea where he was. He felt a hard surface in front of him. [Cover Image] "Wha-?" He pushed himself off the floor of the Pelican. He struggled upright and turned on his mobile gravity, so he stuck to the floor as he blindly walked. He felt a seat in front of him. Now, if he could only rig his helmet to the communications system.