Prologue
The Innies were always a threat to us, even when the Covvies came they saw it as a chance to gain independence, and kill anybody in their way.
This is my story, my name is Private Ryan Shrake of the UNSC Spirit of Fire, currently assigned to the UNSC Prefect while of the Spirit undergoes repairs.
Year: Classified
Date: September 7th, UNSC Calender
Subject: Ryan Shrake
Age: 16
Year of joining: 14
"Let me get this straight, you joined when you were a teenager?" The man asks, the room we were in was dark, but light enough to show his body, but not his face.
It was the classic interrogation set up, two body guards behind the man, from the looks they were both ODST's.
"I asked you a goddamned question bud, your in deep shit so I would suggest answering." The man presses.
"Yes, I joined them at that age." I answer.
"Why and how did you enter the celle?" The man asks.
"Well..." I start.
The sun was bright on Rullins II, but it was rejected transfer through the caves we were entering.
One of the men stops, knocking on a door, it opens and we walk in. The room was lit nicely, it would've been nicer if MA5B's weren't sitting around, their owners stuffing bullets into their magazines.
"Who the hell is this kid?" I hear from across the room, a large man approaches me, easily 6'5 with several scars across his face.
"We don't know, he saw the posters and wanted to join." One of the men that led me through said.
"He's a fucking kid." Scar face says.
"Hey fuck you! I can easily do what-" I start, but I am quickly silenced by the sounds of assault rifles arming around the room.
"Kids got balls, I'll admit it, but I wanna test him." Scar face says to the recruiter, the room winds down, everyone resuming to what they were doing.
Scar face walks away and comes back ten minutes later with somebody else.
The lady was struggling, her hands were bound and a bag was over her face. She was shivering, her clothes were tattered and her pants were bloodied, a huge suggestion of what her captors had been doing with her.
"Her name is Chief Petty Officer Andrea Walker." Scar face says, running his finger down her pale face.
He throws her to the floor, and cocks a Magnum, civilian issued, he tosses it to me. "Shoot her." He says, watching me.
I stare down at the pistol, looking at her the shivering figure, I raise the gun, my hands shaking.
I try to will my fingers to pull the trigger, but I couldn't, I looked away and a loud bang echoed throughout the complex.
"Let me get this straight you little bastard, you shot that lady?" The man asks me, he had stood up, staring down angrily at me.
"Yes." I answer, no emotion in my voice.
He just shakes his head, standing and walking out, his ODST's file in behind him.
"Ryan." A soft voice says, coming from seemingly nowhere.
"Who the hell...?" I ask, but I am cut short by an AI appearing on the table in front of me.
"You are being assigned to the UNSC Marine Corps or be put in prison for the next century." The AI says, staring at me.
"Choose." It presses.
"Fuck it, I'll join your stupid Marines, my dad wanted me to anyway." I say, the AI nods and disappears.
The door opens and I am let out and escorted by the same ODST's, out of the compound and into the city of Reach.
