December 26, 2548 Reach, Northern Mountains Stone was awakening from the dark slumber of unconsciousness. He sat up on one knee and and stationed on his other leg, slowly rising to his feet. His visor started initializing when his vision faded back in. First it displayed his health, then his shields, and last his weapons and radar. Surrounding him was the loud and blood soaked battleground of Reach. The bodies of marines were scattered across the ground, bolts of plasma flew through the air. How did Reach fall to suffer in such a way, mankind will never know. But for now the time to sit and watch was over. Every Spartan now knew there was one ultimatum to be heard: Fight or die. Stone wasn't one for dying and he was about to start. Not with so much on the line. The skies became polluted with the appearance of several more Phantoms, dropping covenant like demons. Stone reach around him and grabbed an assault rifle, it had about six clips; plus the two extra he had. "Spartan!" called a marine running to his side. "The relay outpost is under fire. We need immediate assistance to hod them off until evac arrives!" Stone understood clearly and followed the order. Him and the marine ran across a field of explosions and dropping bodies. Passing up soldiers hiding behind cover and suppressing the enemy that would follow. Then they all started falling back to the relay outpost. Being a Spartan, Stone quickly took the lead and brought them there. When they arrived the outpost was surrounded and covered by elites. This was going to be a rough job for the marines, but Stone was going to support them as much as he could. "Weapons free! Open fire!" shouted a marine. Stone ran into the fray and tackled an elite to the ground, then picked him up and used him as a shield. The bodied worked like a plasma sponge and took all the hits. He lofted his assault rifle to the hip and started gunning down whatever covies he could hit. Their shields broke easy, so the bullets put them down quickly. In rapid succession, four elites went down. Another two hit the ground from suppresive fire from the marines. The outside was clear and it gave them the chance to assault the compound and take it back. Stone tossed the body to the ground and sprinted inside. Right off to his left, a plasma grenade came his way. Stone quickly initiated armor lock and sent the grenade flying back at the elite. The grenade shot off and splattered alien guts all over the place. The fight inside was nearly a war zone. When he got inside, he saw they were up against a Zealot class elite. They weren't easy to bring down. Their shields were stronger and they had more skill than others. Stone cocked his rifle as the elite looked at him, just finishing off a marine. The ones following Stone stayed outside in case anything else came up. The Zealot drew it's energy sword then roared for them to fight.