Sample Entry: [Video clicks onto someone that, quite frankly, looked far from a person. Frankly, Noble Six wasn’t entirely concerned about making an impression as she was getting the phone to actually work. Big hands and small devices don’t always mesh well.]
UNSC command. This is Noble Six. All comms are down. Attempting a hail through an unknown open channel. Do you read?
[Still nothing. Six expected as much; this radio looks incredibly ancient, and without any transmitter towers, there was no way this thing would clear the atmosphere, let alone reach Command from unknown coordinates.]
Civilians receiving who have not been evacuated, confirm your status. I need any vital intel that can be provided about this city, priority on anything concerning Covenant presence.
[Closing the channel quickly, just in case of tracking. If she was lucky, no one would receive the call. If this Haven was still on Reach, anyone who wasn’t gone by now didn’t stand a chance.]
Sample Entry Two:
Spartans never die.
That phrase, she first heard it in training. It was drilled over and over while legends continued to be born.
If this wasn’t death, Noble Six had no other explanation to what was going on. The Covenant, elites closing in hard and fast with no end to their numbers in sight. Bullets whizzing past her head. Their strength pressing against her own. That was real. That was the world Six knew and fought for.
But this? Waking up in a bed in a deserted city? What had been reality only flashes of memories?
Six put her hand to her head. She…she must’ve been knocked out, and someone must’ve dragged her here for medical support. Some civilians who didn’t make it off of Reach perhaps? Her attention turned to the window, her eyes quickly gathering all they needed to. The cityscape was very old fashioned: architecture was completely different than what she’s seen on Reach, or any colonies for that matter. What was familiar was the state the city was in. Definitely looked like an attack, old enough for the dust to settle.
no subject
[Video clicks onto someone that, quite frankly, looked far from a person. Frankly, Noble Six wasn’t entirely concerned about making an impression as she was getting the phone to actually work. Big hands and small devices don’t always mesh well.]
UNSC command. This is Noble Six. All comms are down. Attempting a hail through an unknown open channel. Do you read?
[Still nothing. Six expected as much; this radio looks incredibly ancient, and without any transmitter towers, there was no way this thing would clear the atmosphere, let alone reach Command from unknown coordinates.]
Civilians receiving who have not been evacuated, confirm your status. I need any vital intel that can be provided about this city, priority on anything concerning Covenant presence.
[Closing the channel quickly, just in case of tracking. If she was lucky, no one would receive the call. If this Haven was still on Reach, anyone who wasn’t gone by now didn’t stand a chance.]
Sample Entry Two:
Spartans never die.
That phrase, she first heard it in training. It was drilled over and over while legends continued to be born.
If this wasn’t death, Noble Six had no other explanation to what was going on. The Covenant, elites closing in hard and fast with no end to their numbers in sight. Bullets whizzing past her head. Their strength pressing against her own. That was real. That was the world Six knew and fought for.
But this? Waking up in a bed in a deserted city? What had been reality only flashes of memories?
Six put her hand to her head. She…she must’ve been knocked out, and someone must’ve dragged her here for medical support. Some civilians who didn’t make it off of Reach perhaps? Her attention turned to the window, her eyes quickly gathering all they needed to. The cityscape was very old fashioned: architecture was completely different than what she’s seen on Reach, or any colonies for that matter. What was familiar was the state the city was in. Definitely looked like an attack, old enough for the dust to settle.
Haven…