"The base might as well be Covenant! We're screwed!" a soldier cried into the ratio.
"Not on my watch," a voice said slyly. A Spartan burst from its hiding spot. Gunfire rings through the air, and the entire Covenant that was there fell dead. The Spartan looked down at the bodies before it.
"They're gone now. We need evac; these people have either major or minor injuries. All people accounted for?" The Spartan turned around to the soldier.
"Sir. Yes, sir!" the soldier saluted.
"At ease. We don't have time. This place is going to be glassed any second, and we don't have time to mess around. How many are dead, how many still alive?"
"Only three alive, including myself. The others are critically wounded."
The evacuation ship picked up the soldiers. The Spartan looked at the injured people, watched as one bled out. The Spartan was used to death at this point. Death happened every day now, even occasionally even its own team.
Death was something that would come every single day.
The Spartan looked out the window. A large, dark purple ship almost blended in with the darkness of space. A beam of light filled the Spartan's view, and when it disappeared, only a glass ball was in the pure darkness of space. The Spartan took off the helmet, revealing the young woman underneath. The young woman who's home planet was just destroyed.