I had a dream.
The Chief is down.
The enemy rises among the countless Promethean Crawlers remaining, as Knights trod onto the battlefield, laughing in alien tongues as the Master Chief struggles to remain standing through his wounds, Cortana’s concerned screams jarring him back to reality.
“CHIEF, WATCH OUT!”
The Chief looks up, as an immense drop pod rockets through the atmosphere, landing in front of him, his HUD pinging a friendly vehicle contact.
Ordinance Ready.
Sheets of steel peel away, revealing a long legged, bulbous, steel droid.
On the side, a yellow, encouraging decal.
Of Wilem Dafoe giving a thumbs up. To be honest, that part is rather creepy.
“Mount up, Chief! We got your back!” Marines charge forward, giving Chief the time he needs to leap into the Mantis with catlike grace.
Chief’s voice fills the air as he releases a booming command.
“GO, SUPER MANTIS. LET’S KICK SOME A**.”
I watch in awe as Chief strikes an awesome pose, my gun clattering to the ground.
“SHINING MISSLES OF JUSTICE ASTOUNDING!!!”
In a barrage of missiles, the Prometheans are struck down, the UNSC winning the day.
In my brown and dull silver armor, my EVA helmet gleaming in the sunlight, I salute Chief.
Chief gives me a thumbs up, a manly tear rolling down his helmet’s cheek somehow.
“We fight on, Spartans. Fight for Everlasting Peace.”
Then we high five in slow motion.