"By now, they'd all be dead." Kat replied calmly, a hint of something else in her voice. "I need to take my mind off this for a while. If you need me, I'll be in the infirmary." She walked away, the bay closed now as they'd already left Reach and we're preparing for a slip space jump.
Slade sat in the crowded mess hall, twiddling his thumbs, watching others go by. He was still a little shocked at the fall of Reach. It had seemed so unbelievable. Not anymore. Hopefully, this would lead the Covenant further from Earth instead of closer. He shook his head as he noticed several people celebrating their escape. Guess you gotta take one when you can.
Six had watched Emile due once the Autumn had left. She was alone. For all she knew the entire planet was devoid of a human soul now. All that is left, is to survive. That's all she can do. This is it. The end.
And so she fought, taking down everything the Covenant could throw at her. She was more dangerous than ever, like a caged wolf. She'd been taught like that, much like the SPARTAN-II's. Wolves. She was a lone wolf. She'd always been one. She was better that way. It was how she'd lived, and it's how she'd die. Her cracked visor was becoming an annoyance, so she pulled it off, throwing it aside as Zealots closed in around her.
Bri watched as several of his Zealots moved in, attempting to dispatch the wounded Demon. They stood no match against her. She quickly dispatched one before two others took her head on. The Demon fell, and the Zealot raised his blade.
Six moved her head to the side as the blade stabbed into the ground where her head had been moments before, and brought up her leg, kicking the Zealots arm, forcing hum to let go of the blade. Six grabbed the sword and dispatched the Zealot holding her down before getting to her feet and killing the second Zealot. Before she could do anymore, however, she felt several blasts of Plasma his her, and she dropped the sword as two more Zealots grabbed her arms.
Bri was truly impressed. Three of some of the best warriors Thel Vadamee had to offer were dead at a single demons feet, but the last two Zealots had a hold of her arms, holding her in place. "Leader." One gave a nod to Bri, who ignited his red energy sword, taking a step forward to the defeated Demon. For years, Bri had dreamed of facing a Demon before, but now he felt different. He was facing something that he'd never feared before, until now. He would betray his oath. He would turn on everything he had worked for. He would become a heretic. As long as the Prophets lived, Bri would not stop until they were dead.
Six's vision clouded. She had no strength left. Her shields were damaged beyond repair, her armor melted oddly by plasma fire. Her face bloodied and bruised. She looked up at the Zealot approaching her. She'd never expected it to end like this.
Bri grabbed a device on his thigh, and activated it. He watched as the EMP silently worked, and his HUD deactivated. He noticed several other Covenant acting in confusion. This way, the Covenant need not to learn of this action he was about to perform.
Bri raised his blade, and sliced horizontally, watching as the heads of his Zealot brothers were detached from their bodies. The Demon fell, and Bri quickly grabbed her, putting away his blade as he pulled out his Plasma Rifle, firing back at the Covenant troops. None of them were to survive if Bri's plan were to succeed.
(And so, our first chapter ends. Reach is over, and Halo Combat Evolved must begin. Yes, Six survives Reach, like Kat, but I couldn't actually think of a justifiable way to save Carter or Emile. Jun might not appear again it depends. Welcome to Chapter 2, everyone.)
