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Halo: Legacy (1/9)
Posted By: TooTall333<snakeshit2222@yahoo.com>
Date: 22 November 2007, 8:41 pm
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This part of the Legacy storyline will follow the UNSC and beginnings of project BELKIN and the seventh generation of Spartans. It will focus around Fleet Admiral James Hood.
The Legacy storyline is set 300 years after the end of Halo 3. It will tell of the struggle that the Brutes faced while rebuilding, the attempts that the Elites and Grunts had in making an alliance and the attempts of the UNSC to colonize and visit extragalactic areas.
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Date: March 3, 2853
Time: 1500 Military Time
Occasion: Spartan Eta-Class initiation (Seventh-generation)
A light chorus began to play. The music drifted silently and smoothly as the flutes, trumpets and all other instruments began their lowly yet powerful serenade. A small petite blond women in her mid-thirties came onto the stage. Her bright red lips and dazzling blue eyes captivated the young and old men and women of the UNSC armed forces. She parted her lips and the lyrics of a song long since forgotten began to be told
"Like the sunflower leaning towards the sun,
So trivial is life.
Let us retrace our steps,
From which all this chaos derives.
We have fallen,
We have prospered.
Among the distant suns we long to live,
But do not realize the mistakes we have made.
Mistakes that have cost millions of lives.
We honor our fallen heroes,
For they have protected us,
Against an enemy so deadly, so ruthless,
That our own imaginations couldn't comprehend.
Protect the mother planet,
So we say.
But what is there left to protect,
After the devastation these barbarians have caused?
Nothing."
The men and women of the armed forces erupted into a fit of applause. Hoots, catcalls and rounds and round of clapping came. The women on stage blushed slightly and as the crowd settled down she continued her song.
"All we have left is our own lives,
Which we must struggle to cherish.
We will never forget the ones,
The brave ones, the strong ones,
Who have saved us from further destruction.
Hope is what remains of an empire,
Put down upon its knees,
Torn apart by parasites and floods.
Our faith in God must be strong,
Otherwise, the spirits of the dead ones,
Will haunt us through the long, cold and cruel nights,
That have set their domination among us.
Faith is what makes us stand united,
Is what makes us survive.
The nightmare is far from over."
As the woman stepped off, and the crowd erupted into a pure chaos of emotion, applause and commotion a single man walked up to the stage. The man had silver-grey hair and the white uniform of a Fleet Admiral. His large stature and booming voice easily allowed him to be heard. The man was James F. Hood, the descendant to Terrence Hood , and as he introduced himself; the crowed hushed to a mere whisper and let the aging man speak.
"The following song was written by an unknown UNSC Trooper. The man was involved in the Second Battle of Earth and as we fought and died that day, he did the same and paid the ultimate price." he said with a long British drawl "Humanity paid the ultimate price that day. Today is the three hundredth anniversary of the end of the Great War. This day marked the end of the fighting, the end of the killing, but most of all it brought the end of a certain group of men and women who sacrificed everything and anything they had to see victory for Humanity"
The man then pulled out an old slip of crumbled yellow paper. on it were the easily most recognizable words that any man, women or child had heard in the UNSC. The words had captivated hundreds of thousands of the remaining members of the Human race. It was broadcasted over dozens of planets and as the final words were spoken by Fleet Admiral Terrence Hood, it would create an applause so large it would shake the heavens.
"For us, the storm has past. The war is over. But let us never forget those who journeyed into the howling dark and did not return. For their decision required courage beyond measure, sacrifice, and unshakable conviction that their fight; our fight, was elsewhere. As we start to rebuild, this hillside will remain barren, a memorial to heroes fallen. They ennobled all of us, and they shall not be forgotten, Fleet Admiral Terrence Hood March 3, 2553"
The ceremony lasted two more hours and after honoring all of the fighting men and women of the Human-Covenant war, the masses of people left and soon began to walk over to the Spartan-Memorial. Once named the John-117-Memorial, the men and women of the UNSC knew that it wasn't just John who had fought so hard. The left wing of the Museum of Humanity was soon renamed to the Spartan-Memorial. Pictures, com-clips and even dioramas were made and brought out to honor the UNSC's greatest asset. The Spartans were the cream of the crop in the UNSC. No longer facing extinction, the UNSC still proved to adhere to their old ways and continued the S-III program. Four more generations came and went and the number of Spartans ranged in the tens of thousands. Delta, Epsilon, Zeta classes had all come and gone. Spartans picked from each class trained the next and the Spartan legend grew and grew.
The Admiral began to walk down the stairs and away from the party and commotion. The Eta-class had to be the class that succeed the most. Each Spartan class had an outstanding record, but due to James' natural tendency to outperform his peers, he needed his Spartan class to be the best of the best. Twelve Spartans from the Zeta class were chosen to lead this newest class. DIs, noncoms and all other UNSC personnel was available. The S-III program was no longer shrouded under secrecy but the amount of effort that James put in astounded his peers none the less. The S-III program was often referred to as "the one that saved us all". The first two classes of Spartan from the S-III project vitally wound3ed the Covenant war machine and next five would not have a chance to experience war but would protect just as equally.
Following the Human-Covenant war, the United Rebel Front (URF) staged a massive coup in 2605 on Earth. They assaulted the planet with over two hundred space craft but only ten UNSC battleship status. The make-shit fleet stormed through the UNSC defences and landed groundside. The following battle would last three months and became to be known as the UNSC-URF war. The UNSC could easily hold off the assault in space but when URF marines landed, the planet quickly fell. Multiple calls were sent to Sangheili ships and after seven weeks of unaided fighting, a Sangheili strike team led by Rtas 'Vadum. The strike team consisted of four CCS Battleships and one Frigate.
The Sangheili ships rained down troops and supplies to the shell-shocked UNSC troops. Several Legions and one Creche descended to the surface of Earth and in a few short weeks the URF was finally put down and exterminated. The total cost of life came to be 600,452 deaths for the UNSC and Sangheili with a loss of several Frigates and 1,245,987 deaths for the URF with a loss of 200+ ships.
After the UNSC-URF war, the United Earth Government (UEG) decided to institute the Spartan program and a long list of technological advancements thanks to the Sangheili made it possible. James knew the whole history of Delta Company. He knew that they were trained by one of the last remaining S-IIs. Spartan-062 or Maria was the one chosen and after two short years they had three hundred and fifty brand new Spartans waiting for combat. Delta would serve in the final extermination of the URF and Epsilon company would serve in the extinction of the Kig-yar race during the Sangheili-Kig-yar skirmish.
James knew that he had a monstrous task ahead of him. He was the highest ranking man in the UNSC and with that came the decision of which men and women to choose. He had thousands of families willing to let their children grow up to be the UNSC's finest. The grey haired Admiral stood gaping out into the vastness of the space around Earth. Wreckage still littered the area and as the moon soon became a huge monument to all space battles of the UNSC, James knew what he had to do in order to make sure the UNSC was protected.
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