My entire life I was forged into a weapon to be wielded against humanity’s enemies. I thought I was ready for anything. Death didn’t scare me, I was raised with soldiers, I learned how to die a long time ago. Reach was a losing battle, we all knew it, we all fought for it anyway; just following our orders until they stopped coming through. It didn’t take long for Reach to fall, but I fought until I couldn’t stand.
I was ready to die when I felt the Elite overpower me, shoving my face into the ground with my ass in the air. I waited for the hot, burning plasma of his blade to pierce me… but it didn’t come. Something worse happened, apparently the Sangheili enjoyed my challenge, respected how strong of a warrior I am… or maybe they just wanted to humiliate me. I can’t tell, I don’t understand what they’re saying. The army has been taking turns with this spoil of war for days. The UNSC have abandoned Reach, abandoned me, and they won’t stop mounting.