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Chapter 5: Killers in the Storm Year: 2568 Time: 11:01am Location: Aboard The Rust Bucket, in Slip Space (Jackson 001) “Let’s go over this one more time.” Jackson said, as Sil threw knives at her practice dummy as a way to pass the time. They had geared up since then and in that time, Jackson had installed the new power generator into his MJOLNIR and it was working relatively well, though he still had to run a diagnostic just to be on the safe side. “You’ve gone over it at least three times now.” Sil stated as she threw a knife dead centre of the practice dummy’s head. “I get it already.&#

Chapter 4: Headache Year: 2568 Time: Unknown Location: Unknown (Sil) Once again, Sil found herself alone atop a hill, looking down on a lone Keep. As before the land around was fuzzy and all she could hear was a low ringing. The only thing that wasn’t fuzzy was the Keep and she for some odd reason felt...drawn to it. The closer she got to the Keep, the worse the ringing got. What did it all mean? What was this place and why was she here? Before she knew it, she was a six year old child again, afraid and alone. Then it came, the monster in black shadow, staring at her with a single red eye. It then shot forward at her and she ope

Chapter 3: Just a Game? Year: 2568 Location: Octonis 5 Time: 08:24pm (Jackson 001) It was getting late. Jackson and Sil had spent a lot of time in the markets of Pitya and some of its arcades. Nearly every game Sil and Jackson went in they won, they played Hoop Ball, a game that involved tossing a ball in the highest hoop for high scores. Whack a Grunt, a game that involved smacking the heads of toy Unggoy that popped up out of holes in a machine. A game of air Hockey, Sil won that one with cheers and dancing in victory. And now to finish off the day, they were playing a game of Sharpshooter. The game involved two teams of two, Sil and

Chapter 2: Old Wounds Year: 2568 Time: 12:03am Earth time Location: Remains of Harvest, aboard Ex-Covenant carrier ship, Unbreakable Truth (Ral’m’Hondow) It was dark. Only the faint glow of a massive fire, with rubble and debris at its center, broke the empty void. Sangheili bodies lay everywhere, their faces almost unrecognisable, their bodies twisted and broken, and they all surrounded Ral’s feet. “Why?” Ral whispered, “What could they have done to deserve this?” Ral fell to his knees and put a hand on one of the bodies’ faces he knew too well. He could still recognise her face; the flames