Honorable Intentions

He felt calm. He was finally at peace, it all ended. The stress, pain, agony. He could lie back and rest now. Was this the afterlife? Nothing at all? No, he heard rushing wind, smelled fire.

Walker was saddened by truth. "Well, I guess I'm goin' to hell." He said to no-one in particular. All of the sudden the whole world closed around him, tighter and tighter like a massive vice. When he thought it couldn't get any tighter he heard the rushing wind from earlier.

His other senses started to come back. He could feel his armor around him, a subconscious comfort. It pained him to open his eyes, he was blinded by a beautiful blue sky and the fireball of his arrival.

His suit was getting hotter, too hot! His helmet's HUD was blaring, he was being cooked like a turtle in a shell. Was this the true end? A ray of hope, crushed by gravity?

He couldn't see the ground from his angle so he mustered up all his strength an spun, to face the ground feet away. Again all he heard was a sickening crush before it all went black.
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Walker awakened to an assault on his senses, pain everywhere, the smell of burnt rubber. He moved to clap his hands to test hearing but found he was pinned by rubble. The problem wasn't weight, it was position. He appeared to have fallen on his side. His left arm pinned; he had no means of escape.

He thought of digging around the rubble atop his arm. Yes! He could feel the rubble loosening. He could now maneuver his left arm by a few inches. Inches grew and grew until, with a grand push and groan of metal, his hand burst from the debris.

As planned earlier, he clapped in front of his visor. He could hear faint cracks but still an agitating buzzing. He decided to lie there, his hearing started clearing up and he could hear murmurs of a crowd. He had obviously hit a building, judging by the rubble. This was strange, he knew for a fact that there was no established buildings below his last position.

As he pondered he heard a scraping behind him, he looked to see the rubble further on fidgeting. Someone was trapped! He placed a hand on his right knee, braced, and pushed. He heard gasps of a crowd, one screamed. He couldn't see where the crowd was; for the dust imparied his vision. Every muscle screamed in protest. He started to see black at the edges of his vision. No! He willed himself on. Someone was in trouble, and they didn't have spartan armor to protect them.

He crossed his crater in three strides and assisted the person in their escape. It was much needed because the person seemed to double their efforts as he dug. After sufficient rubble was lifted, the person rose and kicked a large dust cloud, He saw their form rise and called out, "Hello?"

What he layed eyes upon baffled him, a small quadruped stared at him, fear written upon it's face. It gave a pitiful squeak and scrunched its eyes up. At first Walker didn't understand what the creature was doing until he realized it was bracing for a blow. He decided to back off , lest the creature be spurred to attack. The crunch of boots made the white animal cringe. It hesitated , and then finally looked up to see it's would-be assailant.

"Y-You aren't going to h-hurt me?" Walker was startled by its statement. His mind reeled, another sentient race? Images of another covenant threat kept to mind and he immeadiatly reached for his pistol...which wasn't there. "Hell!" He stated as he kept backwards and swiftly ascended the craters edge. He slipped on the way up and cracked his visor, cursing for his clumsiness he accended the final few feet and looked upon hundreds of the same creature in the crater. Several of them screamed and ran, others backed away and gawked at him. Several ran...they couldn't be hostile, unless there related to grunts. He then deemed them non-hostile as grunts would be very brave with a hundreds at ther side.