Day Two
As we reach our destination, the ship begins to shake violently. I reach for something to hold onto. I accidently pushed the hangar button and I was pulled out of the ship. I float in space. What will happen to me and do I have enough oxygen. I black out. Unbeknownst to me, I was picked up by the FCP (Federation of Civil Protection). They placed me in a cyro chamber and I lay there asleep and unaware of what is happening. As I walk up, I am sent to be debriefed and as t turns out, I am immediately removed when they scanned my armor. My name, flashed in the hologram chamber. It reads: name, Halo 9 aka Soaring Night Falcon. Occupation, Elite Halo Warrior. Job: Clean up flood in Apollo Galaxy.
As everyone is reading this, I am approached by Daredevil, he shakes my hand and asks to assit me in clean up. I accept his offer. Time to head back on course.
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The Halo Warrior
This is a story of my life as the Halo Warrior, a superior race to the Spartans. We are the ones that destroyed the flood. Master Chief is inferior to our power. We have the strength of 100 Spartans, the accuracy of a hawk. We are Warriors of might
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