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The day was quiet, save for the rhythmic crackling of torches lining the village's main hall. The scent of burning wood mingled with the damp earth, a familiar presence in Two Rivers that should have brought comfort. But Chief Ellxin felt an unsettling shift. Not long after a secret meeting with the other chieftains, Ellxin was filled with concerns, not entirely for him and his wife, but for their very home.
He stood with his wife, Maya, his fingers resting lightly on the hilt of his dagger—out of habit, not threat. He had learned long ago that moments of uncertainty required readiness. And right now, nothing was more uncertain than the strangers standing before him.
Soren and Callin's group had already told him about the gate. The ancient structure had appeared in the fields, ominous and untouched. Now, the outsiders who had stepped through it were here. Ellxin studied them carefully, their clothes and weapons unfamiliar. They bore no insignia of known rulers.
"You arrived from the gate?" His tone was steady, but sharp.
Reyna met his gaze without flinching. "We did."
Ellxin did not blink. "No one crosses something like that by accident."
The strangers exchanged wary glances. Reyna exhaled, choosing her words carefully. "We didn't mean to."
Ellxin's lips pressed into a thin line. He had spent his life dealing with half-truths. This was no different. "And yet, here you are," he said, masking none of his skepticism.
Behind him, Maya shifted, her sharp eyes flicking from one outsider to the next. "Who are you people exactly?" Ellxin asked.
Reyna hesitated. The truth would complicate things, but lying would do them no favors. She took a breath. "We come from another world."
The reaction was immediate. Callin inhaled sharply. Soren stiffened. Maya muttered something under her breath. Ellxin, however, did not move. But Reyna saw it—the flicker of disbelief, the calculating shift in his stance. He wasn't a man easily swayed by shock.
"Another world," he repeated. A statement meant to test her resolve.
Reyna held firm. "Yes."
Ellxin studied her. Her voice was unwavering. She believed what she was saying. That, at the very least, told him something. Silence stretched between them. He had dealt with spies and schemers, but never travelers from another world. That did not mean he would lower his guard.
"You expect me to believe that?" he asked, the weight of his authority pressing into the words.
Reyna's jaw tightened. "I don't expect you to believe anything. But it's the truth."
The bluntness gave Ellxin pause. This woman was not playing games. That did not make her less dangerous.
Maya stepped forward, crossing her arms. "If what you say is true, then that gate isn't just a monument. It's a threat."
Ellxin felt the words settle like stones in his chest. She was right. If outsiders could come through, who else could? The emperor would not tolerate this. The neighboring kingdoms would demand control. If they found out.
Ellxin turned back to Reyna. "Why are you here?"
She sighed. "We didn't mean to cross. We're just trying to figure out what happened."
Ellxin exhaled slowly. If they truly were lost, sending them away was simple. If they were lying, it meant trouble.
Callin cleared his throat. "Chief... they don't seem like enemies."
Ellxin's gaze flicked to him, sharp. "Enemies don't always announce themselves, Callin."
Still, something gnawed at him. Enemies sought to conquer. Strangers did not arrive confused, unarmed, weighed down by uncertainty. Reyna was not a conqueror. Not yet.
Maya spoke. "With you all here, we'll have to know why this had happened, which is why we'll have to ask you kindly, to please wait here until we can fix this issue of ours?"
Ellxin nodded once. He met Reyna's gaze again. "You'll stay. For now."
Her expression was unreadable. She understood. This was not hospitality. It was containment. Ellxin was not about to let outsiders ruin the balance he kept. Not until he knew the truth.
The scent of burning wood mingled with the damp earth. Despite the warmth of the flames, the air carried the chill of uncertainty. Chief Ellxin sat at the head of the gathering, his fingers tracing the rim of his wooden goblet. His dark eyes flickered toward the outsiders.
Standing a few feet away, Kait, Reyna's daughter, kept her arms crossed, her chin tilted upward. "I'm sorry, but that ain't happening," she said, voice firm. "My mother and our group only ever came here to find out what it is about the why it appeared at the doorstep of our camp."
The tension deepened. Laera, observing, stepped forward. "Chief Ellxin," she said carefully, "the young girl has a point. We can't just keep them prisoner. They weren't hostile when they first came through the gate."
Ellxin remained silent. Maya rested a hand on his shoulder. "She's right, husband," Maya said. "But we cannot ignore what this means. Soon, others will hear of it. The emperor. The moment it becomes known... the bloodshed will begin."
Ellxin's fingers curled around his goblet. "I know that," he admitted. "But I fear the outcome for my village, should the emperor and his allies discover this."
Soren, silent until now, spoke. "That isn't going to be your only problem, Chief." The title felt foreign on his tongue. "The gate being discovered isn't the only issue here."
Ellxin and Maya exchanged wary glances. "Explain," Maya prompted.
Soren exhaled. "Aexen, your seer, had a vision," Soren said slowly. "One that foretold an attack on Two Rivers."
Ellxin stiffened. "An attack?"
"Yes," Soren confirmed, his voice colder. "The timing of this concerns me. The gate, our arrival... Something is coming. And whatever it is," he leveled his gaze at Ellxin, "it will not spare your village."
Silence fell, thick with unspoken calculations. Fear had settled.
As expected, someone came running. "Reyna! Reyna!" A young boy's voice called out.
"Woah there man, what's the matter!?" Del said, stopping the kid on his track.
Kait lightly pushed Del aside. "William, tell us what happened!?"
After pausing to catch his breath, William answered. "The camp, me and the other kids, we were on a scouting watch... We managed to catch sight of a group of cogs; they are planning to attack the camp!"
The outsiders immediately shifted, ready to act on Reyna's orders. Reyna grabbed her lance rifle and rushed off with Kait and her brother-in-law, Oscar Diaz. Behind them were JD and Del, who ushered for William and the other kids to follow.
"I'm coming with you all." Kessler says rushing after them.
"No." Soren responded, halting his son.
"What! What do you mean dad, I can help them!" Kessler responded while trying to navigate around his father.
"I Know that, I know that you want to help. But first, you need to go and get the Spartan, informed him of what we've been told. We'll be waiting for you and him in the other side of the gate, understand!"
Kessler composed himself and hurried off in a different direction to fulfill his obligation.
Earlier
"Koa... It's me. Your mother."
Sandra's voice was steady, yet carried a quiet tremor. "I-" She faltered. "I know you don't really know me. But please, son, I want to speak with you. I'm sorry... for everything."
Five did not react. His expression remained impassive. Yet—something splintered. The sensation was subtle, creeping under his skin like an old wound reopening.
"I see," he finally said, his voice devoid of inflection.
"Please, Koa... can we talk?" Sandra's voice wavered. "I just want you to know that I never stopped thinking about you. That I never stopped hoping you'd come back."
Five remained quiet, staring at the ground. "I was told you were gone." Her words came slowly. "They said you wouldn't make it back. And yet, somehow, here you are."
"And here I am," he echoed flatly.
"Do you-" Her voice broke. "Do you remember anything about me? About home?"
"No," he answered.
Silence. Carol exhaled through the comms. Sandra didn't speak right away. "Don't take it the wrong way ma'am. I Dont hate you for what happened years ago. For the past was only memories in whatever occurred between the reasons you did what you did."
"Understand, but if I ever get the chance to meet you in person. Please at least allow me to talk with you" Responded Sandra.
"Look, you don't need to be sorry of what hap-" Before Five could complete his sentences, an individual rushed from behind him.
"Spartan, you need to help them!" Kessler says in a rush as he halted mid pace from having to run.
"Whats the matter. What's going on!?" Questioned Five as he turned to face Soren's son.
"It's the outsiders, they've gotten words that their camp is being attacked. Reyna and her crew had just ran back to aid their camp from the attacks set upon their home. My father, sent me to get you after he had rushed off to help the outsiders!"
"Copy that." Exclaimed 'Five' before swiftly running ahead, leaving a stunned Kessler behind. "Look Ma'am. I Gotta leave, as much as I want to continue in this talk with you, I'm afraid this is where we have to end our talk, five out!"
While Kessler was a Spartan Four himself, he could not catch up to Five's pace. He proceeded to follow behind the shadow of the Spartan Two in front of him.
"Hold up spartan!" Kessler called out while he and Five had to dodge, jump over, and run past a couple of surprised villagers.
As soon as he passed by the fifty-six-foot-tall wooden fence, Five slowed himself down to allow Soren's son to catch up. The Spartan could see the gate was only a hundred and twenty-seven feet further away. In his heads-up display were the green dots indicating the non-hostile life force of Soren and the others.
He firmly planted his right boot on the ground, increasing the force of his movement, and quickly propelled himself forward, resolute in his decision to maintain his pace.
Modern Earth - Year 2019
The desert heat pressed down. The air tasted of sweat and metal, underscored by the distant scent of oil and charred ruin—the remnants of violence. Dr. Catherine Halsey stood at the edge of the perimeter, watching the crowd. Gate 2 was a flimsy fence of chain-link, yet it divided two worlds. On one side, displaced citizens of El Paso; on the other, an uneasy collection of armed forces: UNSC Marines, U.S. border patrol, and coast guards.
The voices from the crowd rose. "This isn't right!" a man shouted. "You can't just roll into our world..."
"They saved us, you idiot! You saw what those Imperials did!"
"And who let them in? Who brought them here?"
The murmurs swelled into anger. Halsey exhaled sharply. Humanity had always fought itself. Now, the conflict had escalated into something far greater than mere territorial disputes.
A man—older, wearing an oil-stained cap—stepped forward. His weathered face was marked with frustration. "You," he said to a young Marine. "You ever fought for something you actually believe in?"
"We fight for survival," the soldier said simply.
The older man scoffed. "Survival isn't the same as purpose, kid. When these monsters landed, we didn't have a choice. We fought because we had to. Not because we signed our names away to an organization that thinks war is a way of life."
Another soldier spoke up—a UNSC lieutenant. "We did fight for something we believed in. For our people. For humanity itself. We aren't the enemy."
A woman scoffed. "No? Then tell me—where were you when the bombs hit our town? When our children were screaming? All you do is stand behind guns and call it 'protection.'"
A thick silence settled. Halsey studied the exchange. It was an inevitable fracture between two groups who had never been meant to coexist.
A sharp voice cut through the tension—a U.S. border patrol commander. "That's enough. We don't have the luxury of blame anymore. The enemy didn't care about our borders. They saw people, and they burned them alive." He turned to the soldiers. "We hold the line. We don't just defend—we remember. We make sure this never happens again."
"Doc." The familiar voice of a Spartan rang out. Dr. Catherine Halsey turned her head, settling on Quinton-022.
"Yes, Spartan. Do you have something for me?"
"A messenger—a marine—was sent by your daughter, Miranda. She says Sierra-005 has made contact with the pilot, Carol Fawely."
"Interesting. And I presume there's more to the interaction between Koa and Carol?"
Quinton gave a curt nod. "He has found another gate."
That made Halsey pause. "Then we must act fast—"
The sound of heavy engines filled the air. A convoy of black SUVs, bearing news agency insignias, rolled in. A wave of journalists and camera crews spilled out.
Rose, standing beside Halsey, exhaled slowly. "And thus, the world approaches—prepared to observe us all."
"Doc, should we prepare your departure?" Quinton asked.
"Yes, but not yet. Send word to the others—have them ready our ride." She turned to Quinton and Rose. "Both of you, with me."
At the center of the gathering stood a formidable cluster: Nalia, General George, Vigally, Baron, Mel, and the newest recruit to Nalia's corps, Bella. Halsey approached. "Nalia, General, it's good to see you both. May I ask what brings you here?"
General George stepped forward. "Doctor, as you've likely heard, everything is changing. Invaders—clad in fantasy-like armor... have crossed into our lands. They breached U.S. borders, struck Mexico, and now the whole world is watching. We need to collaborate, uncover why this gate appeared in El Paso, and prepare for what comes next."
Halsey studied him. "Then let's waste no time."
The storm was here. And they had work to do.
The Gate's Passage
The iron gates loomed, their monstrous weight groaning. The air filled with the grinding of metal, followed by a deep, guttural roar. The Marines surrounding Halsey barely flinched. The Spartans stood silent. But for the twenty-first-century soldiers, watching the gate yield to the void, unease bled into their expressions.
Jillian felt his stomach twist. The Warthog was ready. Yet his attention drifted as he caught sight of movement near the convoy. News crews. "Hey, Doc," he said. "Why are the journalists coming? I thought civilians weren't cleared to pass."
Halsey didn't even look up. "General George and I approved their passage."
Jillian's frown deepened. "But we haven't set up a civilian settlement yet. Should they really be crossing?"
Gellan elbowed him. "Relax, Jillian. Twenty-first-century folks aren't gonna bite. What you should be worried about is your aunt. Word is, you owe her a pack of cigarettes."
"Sh*t."
The comms crackled. "Alright, ladies and gents, this is your announcer speaking. If you can hear me, that means you'd best strap in. We're moving in three minutes. The other side is still being cleared of the recently deceased, so brace yourselves."
The Warthog lurched forward, halting as the lead vehicle was swallowed by the gate's abyss.
Quinton watched. "I still can't wrap my head around it. How does this thing even work?"
"The same way Travelyan got us to Vahrian's soul-system," Rose replied. "What about you, Doc? If anyone's got theories, it's gotta be you."
Halsey's fingers never stopped moving. "Truthfully? I don't know. But I have some working theories."
Salla scoffed. "Honestly, I'm just glad we don't have to deal with civilians, the Banished, or... her."
Quinton broke the tension. "Any word on John and Blue Team?"
Halsey finally looked up. "They're preparing for a deep-space mission. One of our scouting parties went dark—they're being sent to investigate."
Quinton frowned. "I thought they were stationed on Trevelyan?"
"They were," Halsey answered simply. "But John never stays in one place for long. Neither do any of you."
Ahead, the convoy surged forward, passing into the darkened mouth of the gate. And then the nausea hit. Groans filled the comms. Quinton and Rose remained unfazed. They had seen it before. Then, a poor twenty-first-century soldier tumbled forward, vomiting violently over the side of his transport. "Told you not to eat that taco bell shit, Man!" Berated the man as he handed his friend some water.
Planet - Vahrian: Gate Two
The sound of grinding chains echoed across the courtyard. Military personnel and civilian workers halted their tasks as a piercing blue and green light flared from the expanding gap. Then, from the light, they emerged. The UNSC Marines moved first.
Behind them—hesitant, uncertain—came the others. Soldiers from the twenty-first century. They had been briefed, but none of it could have prepared them for what they saw. They stepped onto unfamiliar soil. It pulsed beneath their boots, soft yet firm.
The air was thick with a shimmering mist, carrying no temperature, only a static hum. Above them, the sky was fractured, swaths of deep indigo broken by brilliant streaks of emerald light. Towering formations of stone clawed toward the sky, twisting, pulsing with veins of bioluminescent energy. Trees stood among them, their leaves shifting color in rhythmic pulses, as if watching. Then came the sound—a melody carried by unseen winds. Chimes, distant and delicate, intertwined with voices too soft to be distinct.
For a long moment, no one spoke. Some of the soldiers faltered, others surged forward. Hardened warriors found themselves staggered—not by fear, but by wonder. It was a new world.
One of the first to step from the vehicle was Quinton, his heavy boots pressing into the churned earth as he trailed behind Halsey and Rose. His sharp eyes scanned the scene, a wasteland of carnage where Imperials and monstrous beasts lay scattered.
"God, what happened here?" Mel muttered, a breath of disbelief at the grotesque scene.
Quinton responded. "Following the discovery of this gate by one of our scouting parties, they promptly informed the captain of Eternity. This occurred prior to their detection by an Imperial dragon rider. Regrettably, one of them did not return home; consequently, the captain dispatched a small contingent, one hundred infantry from the UNSC armies and Marines."
Mel absorbed the information. "I see, but I'm guessing some of your boys and girls didn't make it home unscathed?"
Quinton gave a solemn nod. "Yes, as advanced as we are, it does not mean we are invincible. We lost sixteen—good men and women. Some are still in medbay, fighting for their lives."
A nearby private chimed in. "The big guy's right. Though, gotta say, those Imperials and their allies sure know how to wield their magic. One bastard summoned some kind of monstrous beast, it took down a cargo ship delivering a Grizzly tank before we finally put it down."
Mel followed his gaze and saw the remains. A hulking creature lay motionless, half its upper head a shattered ruin. She swallowed the bile rising in her throat.
"Don't get too disgusted," Rose said. "This won't be the only eyesore you see in the coming days."
Inside the Pelican Dropship
The air hummed softly. Halsey retrieved a tracker. It should be here," she murmured, brows furrowing.
Rose approached. "Doc, what's the problem?"
"It's the tracker," Halsey replied.
"Tracker? What do you mean?"
"It's your brother, Five." Halsey paused. "Sorry. I meant Koa. This tracker lets me trace every location he's been in."
Quinton understood. "Perhaps his AI partner had something to do with it, Doc."
Rose narrowed her eyes. "Are you telling me you had a way to track my brother all along?"
Silence spread through the cabin. Halsey met Rose's gaze. "You can be angry at me all you want, Rose Lopez," she said, her voice cool yet certain. "But yes. I had a way to find your brother. However, you have to understand—I didn't think he would be alive. Not after the stunt he pulled in Earth's atmosphere."
Rose's jaw tightened.
Halsey continued. "I acquired this tracker after a refugee shared their experiences in a place called Arenian City. Interestingly, some of the individuals Five rescued mentioned that they had encountered him before."
Rose clenched her fists. The revelation was frustrating, painful, yet hopeful. She forced herself to rein in the emotions. For now, she needed to focus.
The Pelican's interior remained a cocoon of anxious silence. Rose stood apart, her gaze fixed on the dim tracker. "Where is Koa?" echoed in the depths of her mind.
Halsey studied the tracker's erratic readings. "The signal is unstable," she admitted quietly. "It's as if it's being filtered, distorted, perhaps by interference from alien technologies or even by deliberate tampering."
Quinton's steady voice broke the quiet. "We're approaching orbital insertion."
Rose recalled fragments of a past conversation with her brother; his fearless smile before he left on what he called "a one-way gamble." She clenched her jaw—if Koa was indeed out there, finding him was a duty.
"Halsey, if Koa's signal is authentic, then every second counts. We must be prepared for the possibility that he's been caught in the enemy's net, or worse, that his position is compromised."
Halsey met her eyes. "I understand, Rose. We'll reroute and fine-tune the tracker's coordinates the moment we're in orbit. Until then, everyone, maintain full alert."
Ever since the pelican had left the base, Quinton had saw that Rose was standing in mere silence by herself.
"Uncle!" Alla said speaking up.
"What?" Quinton said as he stared down at the short woman.
"Go and talk to her." Dallas said urging for him to do so. "I have seen similar conversations between my mother and grandmother, and I understand the potential consequences. If you do not engage with that assertive lady, it may negatively impact her interaction with the doctor."
"Fine, I'll do so." Responded Quinton. "But only because you said so."
Rose sat alone, her fingers moving over the cold metal of her rifle. Each click of the mechanism stirred memories. She recalled the last time she and her sister Elizabeth had seen little Koa, trembling beneath a battered countertop. That cry, muffled by chaos, had haunted every step Rose took since. She slid the final round into the magazine. The metallic click was a somber metronome. That moment of abandonment, a decision made under cruel compulsion, left a wound so deep it would never truly scab over. This was her opportunity for redemption.
A gentle voice broke the silence. "Everything alright, Lopez?" Quinton called softly.
Rose paused. "I'm fine, Quinton," She replied with a clipped tone. "Nothing beyond my control."
Quinton stepped closer. "Trouble has a way of leading us to where we need to be, even if the journey is painful. I didn't come only to ask if you're alright. There's something more... about you and the doc."
Rose turned. "Sentiment is not my battleground, Spartan. I prefer action over lingering doubts," She replied briskly.
Quinton continued, "I know about your family, about Koa. Halsey made sure every Spartan Two heard the truth about what binds our histories together. We all carry our scars, Rose. Mine are as visible as yours."
Rose surveyed the encroaching darkness. "And how do you suppose you learned of that?"
"Halsey isn't just a commander. She's been a mother figure to us. She shared the legacy of Koa's bloodline, just as she shared our own histories... We're all entwined by it."
Rose's defiant exterior gave way to a flicker of vulnerability. "Is that all you have, Quinton?"
A soft smile crept onto his face. "There's one more thing. Try not to hold onto hatred for Halsey too long," He urged. "Whether her methods were harsh or compassionate, she cared for us like a mother. She did what she believed was best to keep us together."
In that fragile exchange, Rose and Quinton found a measured truce in their shared sorrow.
Gate Three: Camp Fort Umson
"Quick! Prepped the turrets into position, and by God, get those kids into safety, now!" Ordered Reyna.
Reyna's eyes narrowed as she listened to JD's remark. "She had a good feeling that the more chaos we faced, the tighter our bonds would become," she murmured. Then, she commanded, "Positions, everyone! Secure the perimeter and man the defenses!"
Gary heaved himself into position with the troika machine gun. Del grunted under the burden of the monstrous fabricator.
Kait lingered. "Mom, are we really going to make it?"
Reyna crouched down. "We will," she whispered. "Because every decision we make, every risk we take, fights back against those robots and the darkness they bring."
The ominous herald of the advancing Jins robots roared overhead. Reyna strode toward a makeshift command post. "Double-check every barricade! The enemy's not just coming, they're already here!"
The first explosions rumbled. "Look up!" Gary Carmine shouted. Every head turned skyward as an enormous military aircraft, a massive four-engine turboprop from Cog, carved its path above them.
"A Vulture... This doesn't bode well," Delmont Walker muttered.
The aircraft's rear compartment opened. A colossal metallic orb detached itself and plummeted earthward.
Soren, seeing an ex-insurrectionist raise her battle rifle, held up his hand. "Steady, Kender. I've got a feeling this isn't a full-scale assault."
The metal orb crashed to the ground just a few feet from Reyna. A solitary robot emerged, its head a flat screen designed to mimic a human face. Reyna advanced. One of the ex-insurrectionists trembled. "Are we just going to stand here, or do something?"
"Let my mother handle this," replied Kait coolly. "She's merely welcoming our unexpected guests."
Reyna addressed the robot. "First Minister."
A calm yet firm response emanated from the robot. "Reyna." Minister Jin's gaze swept over the crowd. "I am here for my people. Step aside."
Reyna did not flinch. "I'm afraid I can't comply, Minister Jin," as her hand slid slowly toward the concealed combat blades at her back.
A soft chuckle rippled from the speaker. "Then listen well. Any resistance to Cog justice will be met with consequences. Step aside and spare your people needless loss."
Reyna's eyes flashed defiance. "You mean, like Settlement Two?"
"The choice is yours," Minister Jin replied coolly.
Reyna's fingers closed around the hilts of her blades. "Then you've missed one crucial detail, Minister."
The digital face tilted its head. "And what might that be, outsider?"
In one swift, irrevocable motion, Reyna unsheathed her blades. She slashed toward the robot's neck in a swift, scissor-like arc. The severed screen spun away as she followed up with a decisive kick, toppling the six-foot automaton. Sparks danced across its exposed circuitry until it powered down.
Immediately after, a Kestrel, an automated attack helicopter, acted upon the destroyed Deebee. Its autocannons began spiraling as it rained down bullets upon the camp.
"Carmine!" Reyna's command shattered the murk of battle. Gary pivoted and raised his troika machine gun. A hail of bullets soared into the sky. The Kestrel faltered; its rotors splintered as the machine spiraled into a burning inferno.
Oscar's voice emerged. "What now?"
Reyna's eyes flashed. "Now we prepare. Del, JD, haul that rig to the front. We need every advantage if we're to hold back this tide."
A few paces away, Del and JD hefted a bulky fabrication unit toward the battered town hall. "Fenix, keep up!" Del called.
Soren observed the chaos. He turned to Reyna. "What's your defense plan now that Reyna's friend might send a legion our way?"
Reyna's lips curved into a fierce smile. "We do what outsiders do best: we fight back!" She snapped her lance rifle's safety off. "Jenna, confirm that every single one of our people is inside the hall. Only the bravest should remain outside."
Jenna's voice answered, "Yes, ma'am. Everyone's secured, well, except those who stand ready on the front lines."
A stray missile slammed into the village water well. "Incoming!" a sharpshooter known as Siren cried. She raised her rifle and fired a volley at a speeding metal sphere, deviating its deadly course.
Reyna moved beside Soren. "Soren, can your group hold?"
A firm nod was his answer. "Absolutely. Kender, Jenna—fall in with JD and his team at the front!"
Jenna wrapped an arm around Kender. "Trust him, Kender. We're all in this together." Kender squared her shoulders.
Behind a crumbling wooden wall, Reyna and Soren observed. The line outside was breached by roving packs of enemy machines, the Deebees. Soren's inner voice rallied him: "Stand firm. For every memory of peace, for every promise made, we carve our future with blood and fire."
"Hold the line!" Reyna shouted. Every fighter answered her call.
Amid the deadly ballet, Reyna's eyes softened as they fell upon a small figure lingering close to Soren. "That is your daughter, isn't it?"
Soren's tone wavered. "Yes. I took her in after her parents... after the Human Covenant War claimed them. I was too late..."
Reyna reached out, briefly touching his arm. "I know too well what it means to lose someone. But we must hold on. Every life here counts, and every life is worth this fight."
A sudden explosion shattered the relative calm—the front entrance of their compound erupted. "Fire!" Reyna roared. The sound of converging gunfire became a defiant anthem.
Gary darted from position to intercept two errant drones. JD and Del continued their frantic race, shifting crates of ammunition.
The Spartan's Intervention
"Look out!" Ellxin's cry rang out. His eyes caught the deadly glint of a Kestrel copter zeroing in on Oscar. Ellxin burst forth and intercepted the missile-like threat, colliding with the airborne menace.
"By the light, you're one mountain of a weight!" Ellxin teased, helping a dazed Oscar to his feet.
"And you hit like a freight train, shorty!" Oscar replied.
"Get down!" Reyna's fierce command thundered. Oscar and Ellxin ducked behind rubble. An enemy Deebee raised its enforcer submachine gun.
A thunderous bang shattered the tension. The mechanical head of a Shepard unit detached in a dazzling burst of sparks. "Looks like young Soren has arrived!" Ellxin murmured.
Kessler emerged, unleashing a flawless series of strikes. A soaring kick shattered a Shepard bot's knee, and follow-up blows severed its mechanical neck.
"Go damn, kid—your kick's got real power!" Oscar exclaimed.
In the chaos, Spartan Two—Five—advanced with a calm that belied the storm. A stray bullet whistled by his head. Five intercepted it with a sweeping block, using a disabled Shepard bot's mangled arm as an impromptu shield. Two thunderous shots rang out, aimed at a menacing shock tracker, which crumbled into a spray of metal.
Five targeted a second shock tracker. A reverberating fifty-caliber round tore through its vulnerable core, followed by the crushing force of his right boot. Dropping to one knee, he snatched up two small shock grenades. He affixed them to the wreckage of the Shepard bot and tossed it into the enemy ranks. The grenade exploded, unleashing a tempest of static that left enemy bots convulsing.
Moving with silent confidence, Five advanced. With a deft swipe of his armored fist, he landed a devastating left hook that decapitated another Shepard unit.
"Kid, your father! Get to him—I've got these bots covered!"
After Kessler had ran off toward his father, Five scoured the battlefield, looking for a specific person. It was difficult with the amount of Deebees bombarding him. He used walls and destroyed vehicles as cover. Every time he did so, a flying robot would eventually spot him. As one brought down high-caliber rounds, disintegrating half of his cover, another flew to the left to flank him.
Five waited for one mistake. He glanced at a cemented bag, the kind used to build homes. He snatches one, pokes a hole with his fingers, and immediately tosses the bag upward towards the closest flying Guardian. As the bag impacted the shield, it exploded into cemented smoke, causing an opening. Five leaped up and towards the bot, tearing through its miniature shield. Once he got a hold of the Guardian, he began tearing the bot to pieces, dragging it down onto the ground due to his immense weight. When the other Guardian spotted him, Five trained the tri-shot mini gun at the bot and started shooting, destroying it in seconds at close range.
From overhead, a stray missile hissed by, striking a hiding spot where one of Reyna's people was. As the explosion transpired, it flickered a sudden memory from within himself—the fall of Reach, and the loss of a brother Spartan. More explosions occurred, waking Five from the hallucination. He saw humans fighting humans, with robots instead of intergalactic aliens.
As he rushed for cover behind a burnt-up van, Five recalled a time when his people got along. Life after life was spilled over fruitless reasons, only for the actual foe to clean them both up. He peeked from his cover, searching for anyone of importance. He spotted a Command bot, the same one from the earlier meeting. He now knew what he needed to do: get close to the command bot and speak with the leader. He must navigate through the Deebee troops.
He used up the last remaining rounds of the tri-shot mini gun on his foes. Once he had cleared most of the foes in front of him, Five got up from kneeling. He kicked the burnt-up van so hard that the sudden crunch of his planted boots left a mark on the door. He followed behind.
A DR-1, one of the larger, slower robots, had picked up one individual and broke his arm. Kessler and JD quickly saved the young man with a shock grenade, followed by Kait's Longshot sniper rifle taking out the bot's head. Five ducked a punch from the bot and responded with a left straight fist that tore through the Deebee bot. He kicked the bot's back leg, forcing it to drop onto one knee. Five unsheathed his combat blade, struck the bot by the neck, and forcefully pulled the bot's own overkill shot gun and blasted its head with it.
Behind him, three more DR-1 Deebees and four completely different-looking bots, with a far different coat of paint and armor, approached. The four new bots had their heads rolled down just above their armored chest and trained their weapons at Five's path.
Quicker than all of them, the Spartan snatched the dead DR-1 and used its body as a meatshield. The first DR-1 that closed in on him directed its fire at a different direction, and the overkill shotgun tore through one of the standard Deebees firing at the villagers. With his personal overkill shotgun, Five planted the head of the OK-SG straight at the DR-1 head and pulled the trigger. The meatshield was ruined. Five held it by the leg and used it to batter the second DR-1, then forwardly kicked the third one over to one of the four new Deebees.
The other DR-1 made a close shot at Five's left waist, dropping his energy shields to ninety-seven percent. Five was quick enough to divert the barrel. He blasted its head off with two quick shots. From one of the four newly black armored Deebees, it aimed its shoulder-mounted Embar railgun at him. Dodging the stray blast, Five dashed forth and landed a straight right hand that broke through the armored chest. He tore the plated armor off and sent a following right hand that destroyed the bot for good, while also blasting the other of its kind with the OK-SG.
Another bot with a long-handled steel sword came at him, blocking the OK-SG with its mounted shield hand. With his other hand, the Spartan crushed the head of the first black bot. As he pulled his hand out, he also took the Embar railgun. Now dual-wielding, Five moved back, avoiding a swipe from the bot's sword, allowing him to land an Embar shot on the bot's exposed chest. The DR-1 he'd kicked earlier came at him with continuous fire.
From behind him, Five picked up on the cry of one of the villagers. He questioned his resolve. He knew he couldn't save everyone. But for now, he knew he could get this whole mess done, which was to just get close to the leader of this invading force.
Five faced the incoming DR-1. He waited till the bot was close enough, foolishly drawing itself towards him. This gave him an opening shot, one where the Spartan burst forward while also dodging its attack. It was during this one time that Five allowed himself to be drawn into Spartan Time. Time seemed to slow down. Five surged forth with remarkable speed, amplified by his augmentation. He knew time would only allow him this one moment out of a hundred.
He surged forth and broke through the first sword-wielding bot, then pulled the shield off the mech's right arm and threw it flatly at the third bot's chest. He sped ahead and planted his left boot to the end of the shield, pushing it forth until he moved back. With the last and only one of the black armored Deebees, Five trained both the overkill shotgun and Embar. He proceeded to fire at it, and when he came near the bot, Five performed an overhead jump at sixteen feet high while still shooting at the bot. Upon reaching land, he deployed one of the few shock grenades near the bot and swiftly advanced towards the command bot's position.
When he reached the command bot, Five made sure to destroy one of the shield-wielding Deebees, taking it for himself. With his other hand, he had an overkill shotgun aimed right at the screen head of the command bot.
"Who are you?" Minister Jin inquired, measured but cautious. "I have no record of you. This is unprecedented—to have you come into contact with me directly in the midst of this bloodletting."
"My name is Five," he responded calmly, resolute. "And while I may be new to your ledger, know that I've seen enough of this conflict to understand that our endless fighting is only paving the road to ruin. I come not from rebellion but from the hope of survival."
Minister Jin's image flickered. "Okay Five, explain why in the midst of all this carnage—you insist on having a conversation with Reyna. Do you truly think that a dialogue can stem the tide of this war, when orders from central command have already been sealed?"
The battlefield shuddered. Five paused. "Minister Jin, listen with the same clarity I do now. In each explosion, in each drop of blood spilled, we only widen the chasm of despair between us. Reyna commands a vast legion of loyal fighters—people who look for hope even in our darkest hours. If you refuse to speak with her... you condemn countless innocents to suffer the same fate our own kin have met."
A long silence fell over the channel. "I understand your chain of command. I know that the mandates you enforce are ironclad. But have you ever wondered... if we have a moral obligation to question the orders themselves? To reconsider the path we're on?"
A note of uncertainty threaded Minister Jin's voice. "You speak idly of moral obligations when I am saddled with the weight of central directives. Tell me, Five—what makes you believe that a conversation with Reyna... can alter the momentum of this terrible conflict?"
"Because, Minister, when people are driven by grief and anger, they lose sight of the common enemy," Five explained, his words laced with conviction. "Our enemy is not the soldiers on the opposing side... Our enemy is the endless cycle of retaliation and the hatred that it breeds. Reyna's influence extends far beyond the conventional lines of battle; she wields hope like a weapon. If you let her speak with you—really listen to her, not as a political rival but as a fellow guardian—perhaps we can find a window through which the tide of battle might be stemmed."
Minister Jin's large, calculating eyes showed the slightest hesitation. "I've never entertained the notion of dialogue under these circumstances. Orders have always been clear: neutralize the threat swiftly and without mercy. But you... you challenge that paradigm. How can I trust that this conversation is not simply a ruse...?"
"I ask for neither half-measures nor deception. I ask only for us to pause this vendetta. Consider the lives already lost, the futures that lie ruined before our very eyes. I am not here to undermine your authority... but to remind you that the men and women under Reyna's command—and indeed, your own people—deserve a chance to live without the perpetual shadow of retribution."
Minister Jin's tone shifted, a mix of pain and reluctant curiosity. "You are speaking as if you have never felt the sting of loss... I am not naive to the suffering that has defined our days. It is precisely because of that suffering that I hesitate."
"Minister, I carry my own losses with every breath. I have seen comrades fall in battles that could have been avoided, all because pride and rigid orders blinded us to the possibility of understanding. I have reached out to you... as someone who believes that the endless cycle of violence is a defeat for all of us. By speaking with Reyna, you can send a message—a signal that even in the midst of this maelstrom, there is room for discourse and, perhaps, redemption."
"I... I will consider your words," She said slowly. "If I speak with Reyna, I demand clear assurances that this conversation will be discreet and that neither side will exploit it as a moment of weakness. I cannot—under any circumstances—risk our central command's wrath."
"That is all I ask, Minister Jin. A temporary ceasefire, even if only verbal, can stave off further needless bloodshed. The lives of your people... depend on our ability to navigate this tumult without succumbing to unthinking aggression."
"Very well." she finally declared. "I will dispatch a secure communication link to Reyna immediately. I will inform her that—at least for now—the minister on my end is willing to engage in dialogue. However, understand this, Five: this is a temporary measure... Any sign that this conversation undermines our authority—and endangers our forces—will result in immediate reversion to standard protocol."
"That is a risk we must take. Lives hang in the balance. Let this temporary dialogue serve as the first step toward a lasting peace."
"Then I will send word to Reyna through the secure channel. But know this, Five: I remain bound to my orders until such time as central command is made aware of this truce. We proceed on a knife's edge, and any misstep could plunge us back into turmoil."
"Thank you, Minister Jin. This is only the beginning. Hold fast to your conviction, and I promise that we will not let this opportunity go to waste. Together, you and Reyna can probably choose a different path from the one paved with much sorrow ahead."
Reyna P.O.V.
Amidst the clash, the Deebees suddenly went silent. Reyna, near the frontline, could scarcely believe her eyes. A single command bot stood motionless four feet away.
"Reyna!" A clear voice rang out. It was the leader of Fort Umson.
Reyna lowered her aim. A Spartan surged forward, interjecting. "Hold your fire, Diaz."
"Are you out of your mind, Five?!" Reyna's voice was edged with incredulity.
Kait, JD, and Del advanced next to Soren. "Koa, I assume you did something to bring about this... pause?" Soren asked.
Five stepped aside. The command bot moved forward, halting six feet from Reyna. Reyna's gaze turned toward the Minister, who had arrived silently at the edge of the formation.
Later that evening, in the relative calm of a makeshift command tent, Reyna and Minister Jin were face-to-face.
"Minister, you must understand—this isn't just a matter of strategic misfortune. There is something far more insidious at play."
The minister's eyes narrowed. "Explain, Reyna. How have these events led us to this?"
"Our ancestors once believed in a sacred covenant of care... But as time passed, that covenant was broken. The environment was suffocated by bureaucracy and cold ambition. When nature's delicate balance was disrupted, the very essence of our being began to falter."
Minister Jin's steely exterior softened. "The Swarm... what once were merely locusts... became transformed. They are a manifestation of our neglect—a living symbol of the decay that creeps when voices go unheard."
"Our people have been disappearing, Minister... not in a singular act of violence, but gradually, as the spirit of communal care withered. Each person lost was a silent indictment of the system."
"I understand now," Minister Jin finally murmured, voice laden with remorse. "We allowed bureaucracy to eclipse the heartbeat of our people... Tell me, Reyna, is there any hope for redemption?"
"There is hope in truth, Minister. It lies in the willingness to remember who we are and the humility to mend what has been fractured. Our people... are not lost forever. But we must first admit our failure. We must honor each disappearance, each silenced voice, as a lesson etched in the annals of time."
"If we invest in renewal... perhaps we may yet reverse the tide. The locusts, now the Swarm, are but a clarion call; a metaphor made manifest that if you deny nature her due reverence, she responds with a vengeance."
Minister Jin's brow creased. "I pledge to seek the truth behind every silence and to honor every lost soul. Let us begin this reckoning together—rebuild the trust that has crumbled, and renew the sacrifices of our past into hope for our future."
Reyna's eyes shone with relief and cautious optimism.
The Reunion
Fort Umson emerged from the scars of battle, villagers laboring with a determined spirit. Along the main thoroughfare, Reyna Diaz's sentries maintained a vigilant watch. Five six-foot-tall automatons—Deebees—advanced in flawless formation.
> "Halt there, citizens. State your visit."
>
The command rang out. The visiting delegation made its entrance. At the forefront strode Doctor Catherine Halsey, clad in a UNSC uniform. Behind her came family: Sandra Lopez—his mother—his older siblings, and his twin sister Elizabeth.
Doctor Halsey halted. "Hello there, I am Doctor Catherine Halsey." Gesturing toward her kin, she continued, "We are on a personal mission. We have come searching for someone dear to us... someone named Five."
Minister Jin stepped forward. "That is acceptable. We shall take it from here."
Reyna Diaz moved forward with an inviting smile, extending a hand to Halsey. "I am Reyna Diaz... what brings such distinguished visitors to our doorstep on this hopeful evening?"
"I'm Doctor Halsey of the UNSC, and we're here on a matter of utmost personal importance. We are searching for Five—the missing Spartan‑II whose absence has left an enormous void..."
Empress Nahara, one of Five's elder sisters, watched from a balcony. "A hero lost leaves a wound that time cannot diminish. If Five remains out there, finding him is vital..."
Sandra Lopez then stepped forward with no-nonsense urgency. "Hello there. I Am Sandra Lopez. Mother of spartan five, this here behind me are my kids, rose, and her siblings. Our main issue here was to just fine five, have you and your people happened to have seen him?"
All the while, a silent observer watched from the fringes. Hidden among the common villagers, the Spartan himself, Five, was camouflaged. His heart, molded by stoicism, had learned to accept loss with detachment, but the call of his kin was a wound that stung silently. He had seen more than most—loss, sacrifice, duty. His inner debate reached its peak. He allowed himself a single, imperceptible nod. He would no longer hide.
He stepped from the shadows. Every eye turned in astonishment. Sandra Lopez's stern yet tearful gaze met his. His siblings watched. Five emerged into the central square, his presence radiating the serene, unwavering strength of a man who had finally chosen the path of reunion.
The town hall was silent before the arrival of the lone figure. Five entered with the quiet dignity of a Spartan-II. His visor scanned the room. "Hello," he said. The word was crisp and devoid of warmth.
He advanced toward Quinton, Halsey, and Captain Keyes. "Quinton, Halsey... Captain Keyes. It is good to see you again," he intoned, extending his arm for the familiar forearm tap.
Miranda stepped forward. "After fourteen years, you still cling to that same armor. You know you could have asked for an upgrade!"
He merely inclined his head. "Captain, you've changed," he remarked quietly, noting her transformation into Vice Admiral.
Then came the teasing call from his Spartan siblings.
"Old man!" Jane-A203 called.
"It seems you youngsters have secured some new enhancements," he said dryly.
Robert-A057 stepped forward. "You're as tall as ever, sir. It's good to see you again."
A clear voice called from behind the Spartans. "Who is this?"
"You can call him Five," his mother said gently, "but his true name... that is his own to reveal."
Halsey guided Sandra toward the center. "Five, meet Sandra. Your mother."
Five's response was characteristically formal. "Hello. I am Five, nice to meet you."
In a secluded alcove, Sandra reached out. "Koa," she murmured, choosing the name she held dear.
Five merely inclined his head. "Ma'am," he finally said in a tone that was almost clinical in its precision.
"Koa," she said softly.
Sandra reached out, her hand rising slowly to touch the cold, plated surface of his forearm. "Koa, I have lost count of the nights ive thought of you, son," she whispered.
Five listened. Internally, memories stirred, but he maintained silence. "Ma'am," he repeated. "I am here." It was a statement of fact.
By the time the gathering began to disperse, Five found himself at a crossroads. He had learned that the warmth of kinship could be a vulnerability, a luxury that the life of a Spartan rarely permitted. And yet, in the silent exchange of glances, there existed a promise that perhaps even he, the embodiment of disciplined stoicism, could one day reconcile the man he was with the soldier he must remain.
As the quiet hours of the evening became a backdrop for soft farewells, Jane-A203, once again at his side, whispered, "Welcome home, Koa."
His response was a slow, deliberate nod. "I am here," he repeated, as much a mantra as a statement of fact.
For Sandra, the reunion was bittersweet. But in the measured tone and disciplined bearing of Five, there was an acknowledgment of everything that had been sacrificed. The cost of survival had been a life tempered by irony and a duty that left little room for human frailty.
Five rejoined his siblings without fanfare. He walked steadily toward whatever tomorrow might hold—the embodiment of Spartan stoicism, resolute and unyielding, yet forever marked by the echoes of those he once called family.