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(Listen to Homegrown by Haux)
The two spartan-iiis walked through the wastes of the planet, a damaged outpost in the distance.
"Hopefully, there's some help at that outpost. Some other people would help my sanity," Ceta joked, looking at the grey spartan next to him.
"Yeah, sure. Like you're not annoying," the other said.
"Oh, come on, Tyler! When was the last time anyone said anything like that?"
Ceta smiled beneath his helmet.
"Just two minutes ago," Tyler smarted off.
Ceta shook his head, and looked up again at the distant building. It was battered, with burns in the walls, and a damaged walkway. A marine lay dead on the walkway, slumped over on the railing. A shipping container lay on the ground outside the walls, a few burns here and there.
"Looks cozy." Tyler said, raising his battle rifle.
"Yeah..." Ceta muttered, checking to make sure his gun was ready. The MA5 thankfully had a full clip. Ceta looked around the outpost a second time, but this time saw a faint image on one of the shipping containers.
It was orange and silver, with a long eel-like neck and giant legs. It stood with a long rifle, its face pressed close to it, its finger around the trigger...
"Get down!" Ceta shouted at Tyler as the alien fired, a laser sound filling the air, and a beam if energy penetrated Tyler's chest armor, tossing the multi-ton soldier to the ground.
"No!" Ceta screamed, and looked back at the moaning heap of a man. He looked again at the container, his finger pressed down on the trigger, bullets firing from the gun. Emotions swept over Ceta. Hate, frustration, anger, fear and put it all into killing the alien, to getting revenge, ... Ceta didn't know what. Tears overcame him behind the helmet, whilst bullets still rang from his Assault Rifle. Tyler groaned more, and Ceta stopped shooting. Besides, he couldn't see the wretched alien anywhere. He rushed over to where Tyler lay on the ground, a pool of blood surrounding his sternum.
"It's gonna be okay, it's gonna okay..." Ceta said to Tyler, fear and sadness gripping at his false shield of bravery and toughness.
"Helmet..." Tyler moaned, and began to remove his helmet, although very weakly.
Ceta took off his own, tossing it to the ground. He then leaned over his friend, and helped remove the helmet. It came off with a hiss, and they dropped it to the side.
Tyler coughed, and grabbed at Ceta's hand. He pulled his friend in.
"Wi-win the war... live a life.. would ya...?" The words came out slowly, albeit pain was taking over Tyler. Ceta held back tears, but couldn't stop them. The warm watery feel streaked down his cheeks again.
"Get a girlfriend.... don't let the UNSC.." Tyler coughed again, "-co-control you.."
"I-I will, I promise you," Ceta said, and felt his friend's grip loosen, then fall. His cheeks burned, and he looked down at the body of his friend. It lay still, death stealing a friend from Ceta again.
(Start of part 2) The spartan stood, and reached to grab his friend's helmet. He picked it up, its weight drooped his hands down. He looked at its visor, bent down and grabbed his own, and placed his own helmet on.
"I'll avenge you, brother. You and Kaci both," he said aloud, his voice regaining its confidence. He looked off at the sunset, its beautiful purple and orange wisps stealing away the blue sky, and the three suns shone above the horizon, slowly sinking below the mountains in the distance.
"Time to finish the job." He said, grabbing his MA5 and standing straight.
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Yes, I did resemble myself as a spartan-III, and yes I know they’re T”S WHY i did.
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